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Je suis né le 4 novembre 1982, à Brisbane qui est la capitale de l'état du Queensland, en Australie. Ma famille a déménagé à Townsville quand j'avais 1 ans, on a habité là pendant 9 ans. C'est à Townsville que je suis allé à l'école pour la première fois, et que je me suis fait mes premiers amis. On a parti de Townsville pour aller à Cairns quand j'avais 10 ans, parce que mon père a trouvé un nouveau travail là. C'etait très difficile pour moi. J'ai laissé tous mes amis, et j'ai dû commencer à étuder à une nouvelle école. On a habité à Cairns entre 1995 et 1999, et apres j'ai déménagé à Brisbane avec ma soeur Kerri. Mes parents ont déménagé à Sydney pour travailler. À Brisbane, j'ai commencé mes études à l'université et j'ai vécu comme un étudiant. Je ne suis pas encore diplômé, mais j'ai commencé 3 diplômes. J'ai travaillé pour le governement Australie et aussi pour le government du Queensland. En 2006 j'ai décidé que je déménagerai à Londres en 2007, donc j'ai acheté un billet d'avion. J'ai fait un tour d'europe puis je me suis installé en Londres. Londres était très cher et je n'ai pas trouvé un bon travail, donc après 6 mois j'ai décidé que je déménagerai à Rennes. J'ai pensé: "J'ai des amis à Rennes, et peut-être je pourrais trouver du travail". La première chose que j'ai remarqué après être arrivé en France était que je ne pouvais pas parler le français, donc j'ai pris une autre décision, j'apprendrai le français. Et maintenant je pense que j'ai fait des progrès.
We got up this morning (23 December) to find the world blanketed in fog, and the trees covered in ice. I wanted to say iced like a cake or some other wonderfully sentimental simile, but really the only way to describe is to say it looks like Christmas. Even though I have spent ever single previous Christmas in 30+ degree heat, avoiding the prawns the rest of my family seem to enjoy with some reckless, primitive abandon, this seems to actually feel like Christmas. The only way I can rationalise this, is to assume that 26 years of seeing Christmas TV and films where the characters are rugged up to the nines, a light powder of perfect snow over everything has readied me to accept this as natural. But also, the aforementioned 30+ degree heat, eating as much as possible before midday and dashing to the coolest room to secure the bed for a midday nap feels perfectly natural as well. I guess experience has prepared me for one reality, and second hand experience for the other – a uniquely blessed position I’m in. One only had to witness Martin gasping for breath last year, or his unmitigated joy at purchasing shorts on the 1st of December to see that he had no such audio-visual preparation for the opposite.
The only had part about this Christmas (truly hard) is my still limited French, coupled with my absolute unwillingness to ever be wrong. These two add up to missing vital pieces of information during conversation, and then being too worried about getting my sentence wrong to speak. In fact, if observed at the right moment, you would see my face locked in a grimace of concentration, mentally rehearsing a sentence, only to have the moment where that sentence fits to pass.
Check out this fellow's blog, very very good.

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According to this picture below, Stock Market Trading either turns you into a bald cannibal, or a bald gay man... note the fellow behind chewing/kissing the 'thums up' guys ear.

Apparently a massive rally on wall street in the closing hour, will it last? Who knows. This is on the back of an expected rates cut - I suppose we'll find out sooner or later whether we've seen the lowest point of this "crisis" or if we can see just how low we can go.

At the beginning (of the end) of this, my father likened the situation of the investment bankers et al. to Icarus flying too close to the sun - wax melting he plummeted to the ground. But what he really wondered was whether or not the rest of the world would actually hear and notice the sound of his ignoble landing - or just get on with business. Well there are few places in this media saturated world you could be and not know that at least something is going / has gone on.

This gigantic international money market is a bizarre spectacle where rumour plays an unbelievably huge role. Someone of influence suggesting a stock is going to crash can almost induce its crash. I don't understand it, or pretend to understand it. I'm just glad I am several steps removed from the direct impact: like a little farmer in the field I've heard Icarus' thump into ignominy, I've wandered over to see the damage, and promptly gone back to my turnips.

In other news, Sarah Palin Rides Dinosaurs!!!!
01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Favourite and least favourite food?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
So I was sitting on what passes for my bed, (Yes Brooke & Nina you know my pain) all hunched up on my lap-top.

Then I stretched... MAN it was good. Haven't you ever been so long without a stretch that when you finally do stretch back, you realise how damn good it is? Like having sex for the first time without all the mess and apology and the 3 hours of crying.

But seriously.

I'm intending on buying a book: Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. Aymeric (M.'s brother) and M. both suggested I read it about a month or more ago, and the other day Ronnie also mentioned it.

Basically it's a collection of essays about his move to France with his French speaking boyfriend and not speaking any french. Kind of The Glen Millar story several years too early.

We'll see how it goes. I hope it doesn't describe the slow dissolution of a man's dignity. Though I do kind of hope I end up wrestling stray dogs for scraps of moldy bread à la Rimbaud (this was once prophesied as my future by Max). Of course if I were A. Rimbaud, myself being almost 26, my best years would be behind me and all I would really have to look forward to is smuggling weapons and dying, cancer ridden and in great pain, in some cold Marseille hospital.

Has anyone else thought their life would be better if they could just have great wads of cash thrown at them by some dying relative to whom you had no emotional connection? Or is this just another in a long list of things that makes me a cunt?

Also, I'm going to creat my Magnificent Octopus. Work that one out if you can. Hint: It's Black Adder.
Generally I don't post here at all, let alone very much. Saying I post sporadically is like saying Gap occasionally exploits the third world (also their clothes are shit).

So - Glen Millar aficionados will have noticed that the previous post (also made today) is actually me cannibalising my own live journal. I stoled it!

Basically I have lived in London now for 6 months 1 week. In just under two weeks I get the joys of saying good bye to what has most definitely become home, to another unknown place. Rennes, in deepest darkest Brittany.

So as if moving to London where I knew few people and had no job wasn't enough, now I go to France where I speak not their language, know fewer people, and have no job. Still - what a fucking adventure hey? Hey?!

I think perhaps I like to put myself in the hot water so to speak.

I arrive in Rennes Saturday 11 Oct, and start my French classes on 13th. I intend to impose upon the local Irish pub (full of anglophones apparently) and demand work scrubbing dishes or some such. Also joining a band is high on my list of things to do, but a band where at least one person speaks decent english. Otherwise... well... actually it may be alright. We could come up with some sort of music based method of communication.

In any case, and further more, and so on and so on.

Anyone who's still Brisbane based, or Brisbane bound in March... get ready!


It's only 6 months away!

I'll be coming back to Brisbane (the Jewel of Australia. The Mecca of the south. Paris; Milan; New York; nothing moves until Brisbane gives the go ahead.) for a couple of weeks.

Take care all,

I figure I am probably the best person in the world for finding the below out.

I searched long and hard, which is to say I accidentily wiki'd it.

It's grand!!!!!!!!! <-- contextual.

The English town of Westward Ho!, named after the novel by Charles Kingsley, is the only place name in the United Kingdom that officially contains an exclamation mark. There is a town in Quebec called Saint-Louis-du-Ha! Ha!, which officially contains two exclamation marks in its name.

Saint Louis du .... Ha! Ha! ?

That is the BEST!

Mum watches the Beijing opening ceremony to the background sound of anti-aircraft fire, whilst Dad is holed up in a military airbase devising a system to automatically plot and record incursions of Russian aircraft into Georgian airspace. Not a scenario one ever envisions finding one's parents.

How strange. In any case, they seem to be fine, Russia seems to be quite happy to fight in the north, and only bomb the airstrips and radar towers, and largely avoid civilian targets (thankfully).

I'll keep you posted?
Whats one song youre always in the mood to hear?
White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes

Which trends do you hate?
Skinny jeans ;)

Any urban legends you believe in?
I guess not - boring.

What music is good to listen to when youre angry?
Right now, I think Islands - not to affirm my mood, but to change it? Unusual

Do you own any concert dvds?
Totes Jeff Buckley same as swan, think that's it, DVDs are all at home.

How many dogs do you have?

Favourite chocolate?
I wish

Fucking hate spiders

Do you like anything unusual?
Probably, but I'm half asleep. BORING

Do you have many friends?
I guess

What pjs do you wear?

Any friends far away?
Easier to count the ones that aren't far away.

Whats a band youve always been interested in, but havent gotten into yet?
The Magnetic Fields

What makes you laugh?
Wayne (Excuse me sir, do you have a dollar? Or perhaps a letter-box?)

What do you not understand?
Girls! One day I'll find a nice girl to marry though! I'm SURE of it! My mum certainly is.

What stops you in your tracks?
Mood changes that make no sense

Smoking. discuss.
I, too, will quit later

What are you currently listening to?
Something I'm writing

What keeps you awake at night?
When my brain doesn't stop.

Who would you go gay for?
Well, I'll take that as who'd I go straight for? Hmm, Margaret!

How old were you when you lost it?
15 I think.

Can you drive?
Very fucking well.

Are you a good driver?
See above fucker

Manual or auto?
Fucking auto bitches!

Did you like the dark knight?
Oh my fu king god!!!!! GOD!!!!

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?
Hm nope

What lyrics would you get printed on a tshirt?
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats

What is the best attire for music festivals and gigs?
Jeans, t-shirt

How do you keep time?
Phone, inbuilt brain clock


Thanks mattsicle you efing rock!

Skinny dipping?
All the time

Do you like any particular lifestyle?

Whats your favourite kind of junk food?
Sausage roll!