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GOON! Modified 80’s hockey video-game in which the puck is erased from the ice rink. “Goon!” is an interactive work that is played on a computer. Photo credit: Sara Ford.

https://vimeo.com/104271586

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GOON! Modified 80's hockey video-game in which the puck is erased from the ice rink. “Goon!” is an interactive work that is played on a computer. Photo credit: Sara Ford.

https://vimeo.com/104271586

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[life-in-hd]

The awkward moment when it’s 4 am and there is nothing left to talk about but S Club Juniors

After a night where perhaps the tequila was a mistake, and a nice lazy sleep filled morning, I got myself into gear, and went to buy Hayley a bacon and egg sarnie to quell her aching liver. I then went to the market to buy some scarily perfect apples. Apparently I am weird to be willing to walk for nearly an hour to save $10. I was happy enough meandering back until the rain began again, but luckily got back before the monsoon started. And then very happy doing last evening clean, although tired and not working very hard, and a lazy evening. Until Hayley got back from work (having skived off early “ill”) and told I had no choice but to come out again. A bottle of Pepsi max and some goon which actually gave me stomach ache it was so dry, and we finally went out. I think abrasive describes it best.

I have 3 pairs of shoes with me: the “awful” sandals, flip flops and black flats (my green pumps were never retrieved from the bin episode last week). Alas although the flats had dried from the previous day’s rain (with the help of the tumble dryer), the same day’s rain had left them sodden again. The Aussie rule is that you can wear anything you want to a bar, except thongs (flip-flops), so back to the hostel with some other girls so they could change their shoes (they were wearing nice sandals, not even beachy flip flops), squelching away in my acceptable but soggy ones. By this time it was past one, and by the time we left after much floor hopping (up and down the 6 floors, trying to avoid the 4th which is more of a brothel than a bar) trying to find some less horrendous music*, we were home by 3.30. Hostel party time! Gah, I crawled into bed around 4 o’clock, and felt quite proud of myself to be awake by 9 this morning. The sunshine has at least temporarily come out again here, and as it’s my last full day here for a while at least I’d like to do something nice.

*I find it hard to judge what is actually horrendous music, because I am generally so uncool in my music tastes. But I was told that this was actually bad music, and not just the usual club dub/trance/remix stuff. God I miss Manchester sometimes! I can’t be the only one though; there was some conversation about if S Club Juniors changed their name at some point, or if it was just my imagination. Maybe someone can remind me!? All I could suggest was S Club 13, which just seemed wrong.

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Koalas and goon, what could be better!?

My new best friend Courteney and I went to the Sydney aquarium and wildlife world – I said I wouldn’t take too many photos, maybe just a koala, kangaroo and playpus, but ended up taking loads, having forgotten all the other cool aussie animals! A very touristy but well spent day indeed. Photos to follow, also of Bondi yesterday!

GOON. You could be forgiven for giving anything with the warning “This drink is made with fish, egg and meat products and remnants may remain” a wide berth. But this stuff looks, tastes and smells like wine - not cheap nasty white-spirit wine, but a soft fruity wine. And better still, a 4 litre box of this aussie wine substitute costs less than a bunch of bananas. Awesome stuff. Unfortunately the same could not be said for the promised free drinks on my first night out in Sydney! Free wine and champagne made my oesophagus burn, but they were free, so mustn’t grumble too much! Imagine a night out at home not spending anything!

Turns out the hostel is right in the middle of Sydney’s red light district, so we got to see some very classy ladies of the night on our walk home too. I am feeling so much better now, and chuffed that I actually did get paid my by slave drivers. Have just found out that they do want me to work in the hostel too, so I can stay permanently and free. Some of the other girls who have arrived more recently are still in the “Oh God where have I come to, let’s go to a hotel” phase, but I can honestly say that having stayed in luxury for 4 nights and now come back to the hostel, it no longer feels like the black hole of Calcutta and more like feels more like home (sort of). So I am happy to stay, especially if I won’t have to pay for it.