Sydney
We hadn’t even taken off from Perth before I got my first dose of Sydney culture - An Ed Hardy douche-bag. He was covered head to toe in the sequin range and was an eyesore on the red-eye.
Without much sleep, I test out my pack carrying skills on the way to Shag Cottage. I am thinking more about the unconfirmed birth of my niece than the post-cyclone drizzle that I am walking in. The familiar surrounds of Elizabeth Bay engulf me and I am happy to be back, after only being here a few weeks prior with the Golden Staph/Taco Leg tour.
Sleep is all i can think about. So I do.
I awake to what seems like a billion phone calls and SMS messages. Most were from Commonwealth Bank (I somehow got approved with a credit card. They think 12K is an appropriate limit!), but then there was one from Conor: “It’s a girl, Bonnie Bee O’Brien has arrived with lots of red hair, weighing 6-9 pounds and perfect”. Holy shit. I am an uncle.
I head to fratelli (my favourite cafe) for a coffee, before hill-bombing to meet Rob, Ash and Kasia. They had been at a filming for Ready Steady Cook and were in awe of Peter Everitt. We head up to Surry Hills and get some Pastizzi. Amber and Tim had put me onto this place and boy, is it good! I go for the spinach and cheese and then a curried vegetable one.
A quick skate back to Elizabeth Bay and I am quick to hit the couch. I haven’t really done too much today, but it has worn me out. I watch a bunch of Grand Designs on the gogglebox and then head up to Lizzie Bay Gourmet, where I get their homemade bangers and roasted vegetables. Fucking hell it was good. The baby carrots had a slight tinge of mustard in their juices and the peas were minty fresh. Bloody ripper mate.
