September 2010
19 posts
New Weekly Segment: Why Facebook is Awesome
I know there are entire website dedicated to this stuff, but this one popped up on mine and I love it.
Robbie had another cracker on his Facebook but he’s gone to bed so I can’t screenshot it. It went something like this:
Angsty Teenage Girl’s status update: Why is life so difficult sometimes?
Angsty Teenage Girl’s Friend’s response: Shut the f**k up.
This One's Totally Not Prompted If That's What You...
Robin, Linda, Catherine, Mark and Tawny Port Vintage 2008 - The Holfords
Just in case you were wondering, it’s possible to track your business name back to google searches and blogs that mention it. So if someone writes a [hilarious, mind you] blog post about your winery and your daughters being obnoixious, you can bring it up over cherry pie and make the blog writer feel reeeaaalllly...
Marj, Marj! The rains are 'ere!
And the mildew. And the birds. And the wasps. And anything else that could make a winemaker cringe at this critical time in the season. The grapes aren’t as ripe as they should be, but leaving them on the vines for much longer leaves them at the risk of being eaten by the birds (not so much since we’ve been netting the little bastards out*), eaten by the thousands of wasps around the...
Camping Your Way Around Europe
I meant to write an entire post on this subject, but dear readers, I know you’re intellegent fellows. You can work things out for yourselves, like to use hot water from the shower to cook couscous and investing in a plastic placemat to use as a lightweight chopping board.
So what I will share, is the greatest website for those planning on pitching in Europe. Eurocampings is so detailed,...
Fooled By The Tiny German Girl
Lena. Don’t let that small stature trick you: this girl is a machine.
I just google mapped it, and we rode at least 60km on Monday. Backing up from the crazy festival weekend, mind you. And taking into consideration that I’m not a bike-riding fiend. The last time I was properly into pushies was when my biggest worry was whether Dad had put a gate up across the end of the gravel...
Getting back on the Bikram Yoga bike
After a super-motivating chat about Bikram with Mel in London, I have been determined to find a hot yoga studio and do a class while on the road. A chat with Linda and an internet search brings up the goods - there’s a studio ten minutes away and Arloene who I met at the wine festival was going Sunday morning and could give me a ride. Whoo hoo, excited! Uh-oh, nervous. How would it go,...
He's Here!
Robbie arrived in Canada last night and I met him in Victoria this morning. I couldn’t wait until the allocated meeting time of 10am (plus couldn’t remember where the allocated meeting spot was) so snuck up on him at breakfast at his hostel, where he perched on a bar stool looking like a train wreck. Or like someone punched him in the face. Or something else rude only a sister can...
Wine Festival, Cowichan Bay Style
Us WWOOFers, along with the other 20 volunteers were run off our feet on the weekend as Rocky Creek participated in the annual Cowichan Bay Wine Festival. These winery kids know how to throw a party! Free tasting! Bellydancers! Craft stalls in the vineyard! Cooking demonstrations! It was all a go-go.
If you’ve spent five minutes in my company in the last couple of years, you’ve...
Another Day, Another Caravan
WWOOF Round Three: Day Three. Despite outward appearances of this van, conditions at Rocky Creek Winery are fine. Hosts, Mark and Linda, are super-friendly, we get free range of the fridge (icecream!), wifi internet is included and daily tasks are varied and interesting. I’m learning heaps. Our caravan is super comfortable inside and even has electricity hooked up! What more could a WWOOFer...
Banksy-ing it up in Bristol!
The home of Banksy is conveniently also home to Dad’s cousin Myee. She generously offered to have me to stay for my last five days in the UK and it was so lovely. It’s exciting to find you really click with rellies you’ve never spent time with before and this was a much-discussed topic between Myee and I. So nice to have regular family time complete with hugs, telly-time, a full...
Free Walking Tours Are Too Good For Punny Titles
Tenements near the Borough Markets. Taken on the Darkest Victorian London Tour. Gah! The air-con on this bus is on really high and my hands are freezing! I have to stop typing every now and then to warm them up. Good one England, I’m sure it’s a whole 20 degrees outside and the air-con is absolutely essential. For some reason this reminds me of something BVT twittered me the other day...
Doing Bath Batherless
Bath is only a 15 minute train ride from Bristol so I tootled over there on Friday afternoon. While waiting for the train, the chatty bloke next to me informs me he’s a poet. He asked for Ned’s name and in turn, recited a poem about returning to my true love’s (Ned’s!) arms. At least the crazy people are friendly in Bristol. I’d much rather that than abuse in Tesco!...
Tapdogs (a.k.a. I Heart Adam Garcia)
I was one of those people on the Tube escalators. I noticed the Tapdogs poster on the way up and as I turned to read “Starring Adam Garcia, finishing on September 5” I must have blocked the left side. Naughty, naughty non-queuer. Tapdogs is one of my favourite Australian movies and to think I could see the real show actually starring the sexy man himself…oh! *faints*Got onto...
To Market, To Market
I love going to a local market. Not just because of my incessant need to shop, but for the wealth of people watching and the wafting smell of good food. The combo of market capital London, and the shaking off of Ned has sent me market-mad, smashing as many as I could in the five days here.
Camden. I had been warned that it’s super touristy. And yeah, it was. But still worth a look. Even...
Shakespeare's Globe...It Was Bedlam!
This new photo effect is called “The Blackberry” - Thanks Rach!
On Tuesday night we went to Shakespeare’s Globe for a play about a lunatic asylum, Bedlam. I thought it would just be a touristy laugh (so did Grace, Rachelle’s workmate, until she got doused with the contents of a chamber pot from the upper stands!) so we (Jenny too!) got standing tickets for 5 quid. The...
Aussies Living in London: The Sitcom
The Breakdown: There once was a group of friends, their names were Rachael, Monica, Pheobe, Ross…hang on, that’s not right. But there is definitely a Rachelle or two involved. Anyway. They moved from Australia to London for two years to work in their profession of nursing (most of the group) and events (that other bloke). Most met through work and then one brought along a friend...
Clean-up from Scotland
You know when you have to empty the vacuum cleaner bag and you end up sifting through the wads of dust and matted dog hair just in case you find a forgotten treasure? Well, this post is kind of like that missing sparkly earring or an entire packet of bobbie pins - it’s all the little (albeit dusty) prizes from a Scotland cleanup.
♥ It seems that I went all the way to Edinburgh to climb The...
Monster Hunting in the Scottish Highlands
So yeah, my first experience with Poundland wasn’t as awesome as I first thought. The nifty card reader I bought for, your guessed it, £1, doesn’t work. Poop. I miss Chickenfeed! So no photos of mine until I catch up with Ned and my camera cord that were in the bag we left on our B.A. flight. Shame, because I have a hilarious shot from the Fringe of a toilet sign. Someone’s stuck...
August 2010
21 posts
Silent Revenge: Dorm and Campsite Edition
The concept of silent revenge isn’t new. I have read the crappy “My Dirty Secret” section of enough magazines to learn all sorts of tricks to freak out ex-boyfriends and nasty flatmates. Personal fav: the idea of putting fish guts in the hollow rod of a curtain rail and leaving them to rot. That would drive anyone insane! Scott, my ex and electrician told me about the tricks they...
