Archive | October, 2010

DAY 41: Private entry

11 Oct

Nothing to see here

DAY 40: Examining Perth’s penal system

10 Oct

LAST time I came to Perth I had to completely deviate from my path when I spotted some strapping plainclothes cops with guns stuck into their jeans and was moved to trail them.

This time ’round, the evening news is filled with footage of strapping cops mercilessly tasering a remand prisoner 13 times as he writhes on the floor. Another bubble burst, eh?

I decide to pay the old Fremantle Prison a visit for a taste of penal history stretching from 1855 to 1991. And it seems precious little changed in that period, if our authentically dead-behind-the-eyes tour guide is to be believed. He repeats bad jokes about death row, hangings and floggings till we ‘get them’ – that is, we laugh politely. Talk about gallows humour.

Keeper: Will do the tunnel tour next time.

Cell art. I can hear the waves crashing.

DAY 39: Swimming in the Indian Ocean… with dolphins

9 Oct


WE landlubbing layabouts barely have time to panic about the idea of breathing through a snorkel, before the Rockingham Wild Encounters boat screeches to a halt and we’re urged: “Go go go!”

“Mnf!” I exclaim through my snorkel as we’re swiftly surrounded by six female bottle-nosed dolphins. “Fngh!”

For the next hour, as we cling onto each other’s belts and gawk, these girls tumble over, skim past our noses like bullets, swoop at us from below and arc through the air in twos and threes. At one point they all stop and lurk at the bottom and I’m convinced they’re plotting an attack – just for a larf – but dolphin dude Justin assures me dolphins are too busy thinking about rooting to think about attacking.

After a mere hour of living out our long-held dreams, pretty much everyone’s ready to pack it in – this ocean’s a bit nippy, as it turns out. As I climb back up onto the deck, my wetsuit puffs out with seawater like a Goodyear blimp and my arse won’t stop shaking. Where are the sandwiches?

“We can’t beat ’em off with a stick,” our skipper says admiringly, as the dolphins swim right up to the steps of the boat and eye us beadily. “And where the hell do you think you’re going?” they seem to be saying – as well they might.

Keeper: At $200, I might just have to treasure the memory.

DAY 38: Swimming in the Indian Ocean… in my undies

8 Oct

HERE we go … here we go … Swimming in my underwear” is the actual running commentary in my head as I breaststroke sedately forth at Freo’s South Beach. It’s a hot day, the water’s clear, and my brassiere is filling up with seawater.

I should point out here that I’ve come here alone… so that’s fairly daring, huh? Especially for an English – born into scratchy cardigans, eczema, adenoids and woollen tights. And I have no towel! How do you like them apples?

After I have pulled my dress back on, I bounce through Freo feeling liberated. The dress is way shorter than I would wear in Melbourne, but as it gets blown around the tops of my thighs and men grin at me, I start feeling like I’m the shit. I’d feel like this all the time if I lived in Perth, and I’d be able to wear pink lipstick and jewellery made out of shells, because I’d live by the sea. I’d feel like the shit and everyone would love it.

“Excuse me, but your dress is caught up at the back,” a nice lady with a pushchair whispers as I bend over in the markets. She sidles off apologetically. “Just thought I’d let you know.”

Keeper? No one shouted out: “Pardon me young lady, you do realise that’s your underwear?” so I think I got away with that bit.

DAY 37: Learning about bees

7 Oct

I’VE never been the sort to run shrieking from bees while flapping my arms, but still I’m quite glad this glass is between us. Rupert at the House of Honey in WA’s Swan Valley won his first award for beekeeping aged eight after pestering the local World War I veteran/bee enthusiast to teach him everything he knew.

My abridged knowledge is limited to what Rupert tells me after I examine some clunky paraphernalia*. If you puff smoke at a bee, it’ll think the hive is on fire and hastily slurp up lots of honey to brace itself for a long trip. Its abdomen swells up to the point that it can’t sting you – and nor can it be arsed, now. And that’s when you make off with its loot.

Keeper? Probably not, but you never know.

* Don’t quote me.

DAY 36: Asking the oracle

6 Oct

SOMETIMES it seems I’ll do anything to avoid getting my driving licence. The runes on Day 20 were a bit negative about the likelihood of me ever learning, so I’ve decided to ask the oracle if I should get a motorbike licence instead.

Keeper? Defo – I love this oracle. Imagine what a lunatic it would be if you gave it a few sherries.

DAY 35: Super Philosophise Me

5 Oct

I'll be the judge of that.

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ALWAYS in need of guidance, I put out the call for toilet wall philosophies I can live my life by. I’ve marked in red the ones the most pertinent ones that I’ll have to tattoo somewhere on myself in Latin.

Here we go.

Make every decision knowing it could be your last – Stacey

If you look like you should be in a band, be in a band  – Michael

Everything in moderation; especially moderation – Helen

Never let fact ruin a good story – Stacey

Clutch and Henry Rollins are the only religions worth following – Stacey

If you fuck it, you fix it – David

Never eat anything bigger than your head – Rick

They who hesitate are lost – Ben

You can’t turn shit into strawberry jam – Libby

This too shall pass – Libby

You’ve only got one shot, do not miss your chance to blow – Eminem (via Cheryl)

Try everything but line-dancing once – Mr Doman (Although, I can actually line-dance, for shame)

Design your own life based on what you’re about and who you are – Miss Kimberlina

Mama is always right – Cheryl

Keep on movin’, don’t look back – Lou

Whip it. Whip it good – Jessamy

Be kind. You never know when you’ll be applying for a job from that prick – Lou

The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience – Atticus Finch (via Cheryl)

HTFU – Cheryl

Change the things you can and accept the things you can’t – Jacqui

Stand for something or you’ll fall for anything – Mikey

Shit ALWAYS works out – Mikey

All truly great thoughts come from walking (or shitting) – Mikey

Ask yourself: Is that a helpful thing to think? – Esther

There is only one thing worse than being talked about. And that is not being talked about – Oscar Wilde (via Jessica)

Always remember, ITS NOT A KIDNEY! (Based on the premise you’re not delivering organs for transplant, so relax) – Lani

If at first you don’t succeed, retreat quietly in case anyone sees – Sam

Walk softly and carry a big stick – Tal

Winning may not be everything, but losing isn’t anything – Ben

Always better to regret something you have done, than to regret something you haven’t. This is also true if you replace the word ‘thing’ with ‘one’ – Alexis

You’re a fucking rapper, fucking rap – music mogul Lyor Cohen (via Mikolai – “I feel this quote can be applied to any career path / occupation / thing that you say you do”)

Sometimes your knight in shining armour is a retard in tinfoil – Mikey

If at first you don’t succeed… perhaps failure is your style – James

Life’s a joke: you either laugh or you don’t get it – Michelle

Nothing worthwhile is ever easy – Michelle’s mum

Never believe your own press – Tal

Repent one day before you die – Tal

A bloke in a country pub once said to me, “I don’t need to believe in God because I believe in me…” I’ve used it ever since – Brendan

Don’t try and solve serious problems in the middle of the night – Tal

Just do it (great marketing slogan) – Lara

Life’s too short to drink bad coffee – 65 Degrees

Less qq more pew pew (means less crying more killing things in computer games) – Tiger

It will get better – Sam

The time is now – Sam

Remember, no matter how crap your life is, there is always someone worse off than you – unless of course you are that last person, which would really suck balls – Mike

My dad mentioned when I was about seven: “A dirty mind is a joy forever” – Mike

Try make at least one person smile every day. If you can’t do that, think of something that makes you smile once a day. If you can’t do that, then shut the fuck up you miserable bastard and stop ruining it for everybody else – Mike

The more it scares you, the more obliged you are to do it – Tamara

Respect the apostrophe – Tamara

When life gives you lemons, grab some tequila and have a party – Quirky Gal

If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all – Lou

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people – Eleanor Roosevelt, (via Lou)

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it – Marcus Aurelius (via Volk)

Keeper? Yes.

 

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DAY 34: Watching Foxtel at Fed Square with a free cheese toastie

4 Oct

BIT of a rush today… but not too much of a rush to stop at the Coon promotional stall for a cheese toastie and sit and watch Foxtel on the big screen.

Nothing like a bit of home in the city (thankfully there are no Bolivian nose flutes or Holden promotions to spoil the view). I normally grimace politely and continue forth like an interstate truck when I have food thrust at me in the street, but seriously – what am I worried about? What we have here is a big slice of buttery, cheesy manna from heaven, and no one makes any attempt to engage me in conversation or ask me if I’m a friend of Jesus.

Who’s got the remote? Surely Two and a Half Men is on?

Keeper? Sure! I’m not a fan of free cereal though, for future reference.

DAY 33: Tree wailing, tree hugging

3 Oct

THE last year’s been a bit challenging, truth be told.

At one stage in deepest, darkest winter, every time I passed beneath this big tree on the home stretch, something inside would crumple and I’d have a sob till I got to my front door – at which point I’d pull myself together for the sake of the rabbit. It was like some strange sort of Enid Blyton phenomenon; like its branches were a magical portal between the daytime and way-past-someone’s-bedtime. It got to the point where I’d light a cigarette just before I got to the tree, so that I could at least have a nice fag while I was sobbing.

Hang on … let me just wait for this wave of self-pity to pass… (fans face)

Today on the way home I decided to sit down under the tree and wrench the headphones from my ears.  There was a strange low moaning from the branches – and no, it wasn’t me. “Loam loam” it sort of went. I picked out four different bird songs, and the late-afternoon light did quite moving things I will not attempt to describe here. I don’t reckon there’ll be any more wailing beneath the tree. Particularly now daylight saving has come into play and the curtain twitching will be in full force.

Keeper? Yes, will dust off a book on birds.

View from the tree of another tree I'm quite partial to.

DAY 32: Going to the Deni Ute Muster with PMT

2 Oct

WHEN these two dramatic events aligned on my calendar, I’ll admit I was concerned. I’m a joy most days of the month, but on special days I can feel irritation churning like boiling soup; all the scum rising to the surface before exploding in scalding hot bubbles of rage. Still, as long as I avoid loud noises, crowds, jostling, fuckwits, and gets tons of sleep, I should be right.

Fortunately, the Deni Ute Muster turns out to be a breeze, a hoot, and surprisingly laidback. So much so that I decide to brave the ridicule of the RM Williams brigade and climb aboard the mechanical bull. 

Blokes in cowboy hats quickly gather and yell out bumper stickerisms at me: “It works better if you take your top off!” “You can do that for free in my ute!” – but I’d be gutted if they didn’t.

 Keeper? Yahoo!

I cannot BELIEVE this kid is not watching.