I’ve just returned from a little holiday to Sydney. There’s a possibility I may have a chance to move up there some time in a few years, so I was sorta checking out if I’d like it or not. The most obvious difference between Melbourne (where I live right now) and Sydney to me, was the crime and safety factor. Sydney to me felt far more dangerous than Melbourne, especially later on at night. But I think Sydneysiders would probably feel just as unsafe when they come to visit Melbourne. I mean, they’ve got to deal with tram-dodging, which is a skill that comes to you only after years of near-tram-death experiences.

Somebody in Darling Harbour came up to me and gave me a hug because she said I looked like I ‘needed one’. This lead me to raise all sorts of questions about my public appearance.

I took lots of photos, including some of me at that crap Sega World thing. If you ever go to Sega World, I recommend going under the influence of something (like I did). Not only will virtual reality be much more fun, you’ll also laugh your head off whenever you see a picture of Sonic the Hedgehog.

By the way, if you plan on putting a Melbourne public transport ticket in a Sydney ticket machine, don’t. I did it, and it makes the automatic gates open and close continuously, and they don’t stop. My doing this attracted the attention of a nearby police guard, who sorta chased me for a bit around Town Hall station, but gave up. There’s a lesson to be learnt here and I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it is that Melbourne’s Metcard system is being rejected by absolutely everyone and everything. Even the machines themselves (Sydney or Melbourne!). I guess all we can do is hope that the m*llenium (that’s a new curse word, by the way) bug strikes down Metcard.

I’ll tell you something I do love. Love rather perversely, in fact. I’m suffering from a disease. For the very first time in my life I am sexually attracted to a cartoon character. It’s the corporate logo of One-Tel, or, for those in the know, ‘The Dude’. I’ve been giving the staff at One-Tel absolute hell, they’re trying to organise to get a giant cardboard cutout of The Dude to be sent to me. It’s so funny… this started off as a joke and probably has gone too far, but what the hell! It’s not like I’m going to cut out holes of the cardboard cutout or anything. *cough* No, honest.

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