Life Of Travel

So I,ve been in Newcastle (UK, not Aust) for about 2 weeks now and things are moving along. I started a new job yesterday at an Italian lunch bar (not run by italians mind you) and I am enjoying it quite a lot. Its not overwhelming but theres always things to do so the day just cruises past. Also, my co-workers are pretty cool (2 Irish uni students, who always seem to rock up pissed or hungover) and 2, sister managers, who share a bit of anamosity, but are quite easy to work with. They seem impressed by my efforts although I havent really been 100% for the first 2 days of work, largely thanks to my hippy house mates…

So on Sunday I went mushroom picking with afew of ‘the hippies’ (which is how I’ll refer to them from now on). It was quite a relaxing afternoon of looking, picking and then having conka nut fights (an english school playground game where you get the seeds off one of their trees, tie them to string then try to destroy your friends one by smashing your conka against theirs.) We then went back to one of their houses for dinner and some mushroom tea. One of the hippies had a breakdown (apparently this was a fairly regular occurance, Im guessing shes bi-polar) and it took a bit of coaching to get her out of the house. Once she was sorted the rest of them decided to do a bin run (ill explain this in a bit) while I chose to pack it in for the night in preperation for my 1st day at work. I fell asleep failry quickly (also not unusual) but then woke up with a massive tummy ache. At first I thought it was due to the curry, after some preliminary investigation it seems that earlier that day I had eaten a chicken sandwhich, made from ‘bin chicken’. You see, one of the pastimes of hippies, so it seems, is to raid the bins from the back of supermarkets and such, which in theory is ok for bread, cakes and some fruits and vegies, but let me tell you NEVER, EVER EAT BIN MEAT!

The Object of Our Desire

Im not sore at my hippy friends though, in fact over the last couple of days Ive become quite friendly with them. They are a good, easy going bunch (except for the one that has break downs of course), but alas, will not be living with them for much longer. You see, it was a short term rent, so after I write this, I am going to look at another place, a bit closer to work. I did get offered by one of their hippy mates a room, and also the psycho chick hippy (the one that breaks down) also offered a room… so I guess Ill just see what happens.

News on the other side of the world now.. My mums computer blew up (I have been remotely accessing it as it runs a program which I use to make money) so will have to sort that out now.. not quite sure what Im going to do but ill figure something out.

I think ill try to start writing a post a week again, with no real format, although I quite like putting a quote at the end, so…

“Learn as if you were going to live forever. Live as if you were going to die tomorrow.” – Anon.

Adios Jeeves

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