6. Just a number

Day 6.

Just a number

Well it has been a very average Saturday if I do say so. I had the pleasure of doing a 4.30am airport run to start off the day and got straight back into bed afterwards. I also decided to venture into the city to purchase a tripod for my camera and test it out with some night time photography. I quite like to wonder around Melbourne taking snaps, even more so now I have a tripod. Here's one of my shots;

The view from Southbank

One of my favourite things about commuting in Melbourne is the free paper, back home it's the Metro and here it's the MX. The MX has a great section call 'overheard' which features witty or stupid things people have heard other people say on the trains, trams and busses. I have to say one of todays was a cracker... 


"And then I want to go down to South America and do like Spain, Rio, Brazil. All those places" 


Speaking of trams, and stupid things people say, our peg asked me the other day how much petrol it would take to run a tram, and then realised they run on electricity. Doh!

I was listening to my iPod on random and 'Hey, Soul Sister' by Train came on (god knows why that's on there). I then started to wonder how old the lead singer was, because I remember they did that song 'Drops of Jupiter', but that was years ago. So anyway, it turns out his name is Patrick Monahan and he is 43 years old so that puts him on a par with Marilyn Manson, Uncle Buck, Jay Z and Shaggy (wuznt me).


And lastly, I'm no longer dog sitting and have had to leave my little canine friend Milly behind. This saddens me greatly, well, apart from having to pick up steaming hot dog shit 5 times a day. But on a brighter note, there shall be a Tibetan Spaniel entering the household shortly, whom I shall befriend instantly.




Stay Safe.