I've been looking at plenty of admirable blogs over the past couple of days but they're written by people who appear to be so young. I can barely understand what they're saying and will need to refer in future to the excellent Urban Dictionary for enlightenment.
I've even send some amusing links (this one and that one) to my friend who chastised me for rehashing old jokes, calling me a, "fucking idiot" and a, "loser".
But what happened to me, I've only been here for 6 months and already I feel like I've dropped off the edge of the cultural world.
Of course, despite jokes to the contrary there is still a rich and vibrant culture in Australia. I hardly need mention the upcoming Wild Goose Chase being produced by the local amatuer dramatic society and only this week I learnt that there's an annual nude race on the island as part of an annual festival.
Surely I can't have become a completely old twat in less than 6 months. Maybe I was already heading that way and was only deluding myself, maybe I've long been past it and was laughed at by those-in-the-know for my pathetic attempts to stay groovy and hip.
I'VE GOT SOME RAP
I BOUGHT THE STREETS' FIRST ALBUM AND LIKED AT LEAST ONE TRACK!
I USED TO TAKE DRUGS!
DOES LONGEVITY COUNT FOR NOTHING NOWADAYS?
Actually I'm feeling a bit depressed today anyway.
I've been through several possible reasons for this which include my Nan's poor health, a lack of alcohol, bad dreams last night, the realisation that I'm a complete and utter failure, Palace being beaten by Chelsea, coming last in the fantasy league, clouds, metal in the water, too much tea, too much youth in the world, dandruff and having to apply for a job in a bank to name but a few.
And I still haven't got around to detailing the highlights of the local paper.
I must be depressed.
1 comment:
Went through a few of your posts. Enjoyed reading it.
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