NED’s World

Ok, I have tried to write this post many a time and deleted it the next day, as I have written it when I have been too many beers in and pretty shit faced (note to self, don’t write drunken blog posts, ‘cos anyone with it set up as an RSS feed gets your posts anyway!!!)

I miss Australia, I miss it loads. Not just ‘cos it’s now dark at work; or it’s cold or any other 1000 reason I can mention…

I miss it because my life was different there; I was healthier; tanned and happier than I am in the UK

I know Brighton rocks, it’s great to see my family and friends again but I feel all at sea here. I’m not settled, I am working out everyday how to get back, and in my reckoning it’s going to be 2 years to get back there once I pay off my parents (they helped me out to get home and also get settled here, as always they bailed me out…again); get enough money in the bank to come back comfy and find a new job…. but it’s hard, very hard everyday.

I had a great group of friends there (hello all; or should I say G’day!); a couple of which have a son that I have never seen after Isaac was born within days of me leaving; another couple who have a baby on the way (not sure Rich has grown up past 6 months though himself) and 6 weeks of winter that is a great amazing thing.

So, what do I do? At this stage nothing unless the lottery fairy lands in my lap. So I just have to suck it up; chill these 2 years until I get back there, as there are no other options (not enough grannies to mug to get the money to go)

So I will try to put a smile on my face and grin and bear it…. just praying that the next 5 months of shit weather flies by

In Australia this was classed as one of the biggest promotional/advertising mistakes to promote Australia Tourism EVER, me, I think it was one of the most fantastic (least it didn’t involve Paul Hogan and another bloody shrimp on another bloody barbie!). However, in Australia it is a millstone hanging round their necks… a $180 million millstone.

In the UK they banned it to start with, for the word ‘bloody’, until we all said “what the fuck! Really? Get over it!”

It was banned in Canada for the word ‘hell’….. hmmmm no comment.

I think this was the best, and summed up Australia for me, and my friends, very well and is the best advert for a country I have ever seen, so to remind you why it is great…. and not just ‘cos of Laura Lara Bingle at the end…..

Oh yes and Australia, get the bloody well over it!

Where the bloody hell are you.

I have now been in Oz 5 months, (well tomorrow actually, but it’s 11.59pm so who’s arguing) and I have settled into the rhythm of everyday life…. going to work; supermarket shopping; housework etc etc and I am finding it hard to keep the flow going on this blog.

I am making a concerted effort to try and make the blog about my time here in Perth and not like the old one and turn into a YouTube whore and just keep posting videos. However, that means I have to have things to say and on subjects that you, my valued readers, will find interesting.

When you life turns towards the everyday mundane it is harder to have other adventures to post. So, I am going to keep going and also give myself a huge kick up the arse to get out and about and make sure that I have stuff to say.

So, bear with me. Keep reading and I will see what I can do

and the mud slinging has been rife.

Unlike the UK where the candidates and parties are bound by laws that mean that they can’t be rude or derogatory about their counterparts, in Western Oz (not sure about the whole of Oz) you can be as rude as you bloody well like.

Adverts that show opposition party member as idiots and bafoons are allowed, speeches that slag off the government are allowed…. and it’s bloody funny.

Oh yeah, and you have to vote, you can’t not vote otherwise you get fined (it’s illegal not to vote), so you turn up and spoil your ballot.

It was quick, I have thought about this a lot in the last 10 days or so. Very quick, late January I have a bad week at work, I get a phone call re: work in Oz, next thing I know 3 months later I am here.

Now that is quick, very quick, too quick for my feet to touch the ground. So dust has settled, I’ve been here over 4 months and now I am looking at the reality of it all.

I keep using the answer “because I could” and that is so true, that is one of the reasons why. I have been thinking deeper than that: leaving an amazing job, working with a great group of friends, leaving behind my main group of friends who were like family. Leaving behind my family (including my nephews), what was I thinking?

I think the fact that my parents (and for very good reasons) sold the house  that I grew up in, wasn’t the 1st I grew up in, but the one I spent most of my life in. I think that is what broke the ties to the UK in one way or another. Remove the family home and break the ties.

And I am happy they did, if they hadn’t would I be here? I did make the move to Brighton (but Brighton is only a 40 mins drive away, not 19 hours)

Don’t get me wrong this isn’t some schmaltzy bollocks, it’s just what I have been thinking. Some of you (and I am sorry it’s not all of you, and it can’t be blogged about at the moment either) know what is going on down here, a repeat of what happened when I moved to Brighton. So watch this space, bear with me and I will let you all know soon. If it happens it will be perfect

It has been hard moving Winter to Winter, it gets me down when I don’t see the sunshine (mind you from what I have heard it’s be shit in the UK too), that’s changing now, but September to August with rain/cloud/dark evenings does blow. So I am waiting for the Summer, with baited breath (it’s coming)

Well, that’s it really, a insight to what I am thinking at the moment. I hope some of you come visit, I really hope you do (the offer to pay for hypnotherapy lessons still stands - you know who you are)