a family plan

On the 23rd of December I will become an uncle for the sixth time, as my sister-in-law is scheduled in to present to all us Johnstons, Kemps, Whites, Hutchinsons, Vanags’, Sinivees et al, with a new neice or nephew. “Schedule to present” sounds more like a model waving her hand over a luzury gift item on a game show rather than having her legs strapped into stirrups and grunting in the most primal way possible. But regular readers will be accustomed to my descritpive flair for such things.

gonna let myself get absolutely soaking wet

I have to say, the English have made talking about the weather a sheer artform. Nay, not talking … moaning.

Over the past few weeks, as the northern hemisphere stretches out on it’s way to a 23° 26’ axis greeting the December solstice (or Winter Solstice as the northern hemisphere like to call it forgetting that it’s a summer solstice in other parts of the world – and no, I am not bitter), Londoners are suddenly alarmed and have noticed a chill in the air. “Oh, it’s so cold,” they remark. Well of course it’s &*(%$ing cold! It is December after all.

where is donna summer when you need her?

I was prompted by my mate Dave to post an update as it’s been a while since I have written much on the blog.

I’ve been working six to seven days a week at the moment, in a call centre and backstage on Wicked, as previous stated. This in turn means that I am up at 7am, out the door by 7:50am, at the call entre by 9am (if the London Tube does as it is meant to), out of the office by 5pm, then back on the tube to get to the Apollo Victoria Theatre by 6.pm, a spot of dinner, then kick of by 6:30pm, and depending on the conductor for the night, show is down by 10:30pm and home just after 11pm. Phew!

buddy can you spare me a dime

Ask me how I was two weeks ago, and you would have heard a long saga of woe. Ask me today, and it’s still a saga (isn’t it always) but the circumstances have changed.

Two weeks ago I was on the brink of being financially broke and investigating my exit strategy back to Australia. Today I am gainfuil employed in London, working my arse off and not much else.

I am currently working at a call centre as an agent doing soft sales in an inbound environment. For those unfamaliar with those terms, when you call up a company for something and speak to an operator, that would be me. And I am gonna give you something for free, but try to sell you something as well.

money must be funny in a rich man’s world

Walking home along Holland Park Road about a week ago, I was stopped by a well dressed and articulate blond woman of middle age.

“Excuse me do you speak English? Do you live around here?”

david shankbone v’s facebook

Recently my good friend, David Shankbone had his account cancelled on Facebook. No reason has been given for this.

I suspect that after a controversial Wikipedia page was created about him, certain unknown people have tried to have him removed from facebook out of spite.

Facebook is all about numbers. So I am assisting in this group to get him reinstated. If you are on Facebook (and let’s face it, who isn’t) please join the following group.

One Million Strong for David Shankbone – Facebook, We Want Shankbone!