St Patrick’s Day!!!
It’s St Paddy’s Day! And there’s PLENTY of Irish around here to enjoy it tonight. I’ve got a decision to make. I’ve got half a box of Goon that my old roomies left behind when they checked out (get in!), and I’ve also got a voucher for a free pub crawl. So I could either use the Goon to get pretty drunk for tonight, or I can book the pub crawl and combine the free drinks I get with that and the Goon I have to get completely trashed another night. Which means I won’t go out tonight. Cus I aint spending nowt, too expensive. It’s a toughy. The next Blog will reveal what I chose to do 😮 lol
I’ve finally got myself organized by writing everything I’ve done, the day I do it, in my diary. So this will most likely be the most relevant blog to date!
On the 5th March, whilst still in Stanthorpe on a day off from fruit picking, I took a little stroll to a lovely little art gallery and library. In the art gallery there was a beautiful painting of a massive flat piece of rock that appeared to be leaning on a hill top. I asked where it was, and if it was real in the first place. They confirmed it did exist and that it was just up the road, just 25 minutes drive away. Great, I thought. I never went there unfortunately because you couldn’t get a bus there. I might go back to Stanthorpe from Brisbane and just walk there though instead, because it looks awesome.
The same day I visited the Gallery and Library, I also checked out the Tourist Info Centre. They gave me a free ap and told me that Mt Marlay Scenci Lookout made for a nice walk, and there was a war memorial on the way.
The war memorial was nice, it was a brick arch way with black patches which once (I’m assuming) were home to plaques. I reckon locals yanked them off and sold them though 😕 Bastards.
I headed up from there to the top of Mt Marlay which had a great view over Stanthorpe. It was there that I had a little snack and finished my book: “The Lovers” by John Connolly. Not gonna lie, was a bit disappointing. It was brilliant to start with, engaging, well written but it kinda took a downward turn about 3/4 of the way through. Got a bit far-scape for me. Sorry John, just not my kinda thang!
What the hell am I talking about! Nobody cares about a book. Anyway, I’m gonna start reading “The Gun Seller” by Hugh Laurie soon. Yes, THE Hugh Laurie, that beardy bloke that’s in House and that 🙂
Excited about that, I hope it’s good, cus I like him lol
On 12th March I took a trip to St John’s Cathedral in Brisbane. It was incredible, and really big inside, the ceiling was really high up. There were loads of peculiar stained glass windows, one of which featured the equation E=Mc2. I thought Christianity was against science, but hey ho! Whatever floats their boat I suppose. I got a few more pictures of Tommie getting in touch with his religious side as well.
The next day I did practically all the rest of the touristy attractions. First I visited a big garden complex called Roma Street Parklands. It was absolutely amazing, the best garden park I’ve ever been to. There were small and large glistening waterfalls everywhere, colorful tropical trees, plants and flowers from all over the world. The aroma was immense. It was a fantastic hot day for it as well. Got a bit of a tan 😉
After chilling there for quite a long time, I checked ou The Old Windmill. Built by convicts 100s of years ago, it’s the oldest standing building in Brisbane…so that was nice 😀
Quite gothic and cool as well.
The same day I walked over one of the bridges to get to the Old Art Gallery. I jumped on the end of a really interesting tour performed by a bloke who looked, strangely, a lot like my Dad. If it was you, nice tour Dad, I learnt a lot 🙂
One intriguing painting was called Evicted by Blandford Fletcher. It told the story of a Victorian widower and her innocent daughter being evicted from their home at the start of winter, it was about struggle and tragedy. It kind of inspired me to do something similar, really liked that one.
I also went to the Gallery of Modern Art which was fantastic. Some freaky stuff in there, like a video of a woman in a kitchen saying “knife” then stabbing it on the table. She’d then say “whisk” and mime whisking something…you get the idea. I thought that one was a bit shit tbh.
One piece called My Wish Your Wish was a nice idea. You write down a wish of your own, roll it up and put it in a hole, replacing a wrist band with a wish written on it. I chose a band that said “I wish for a doll house”. Why not, I’ve always wanted a doll house haha
The day after that, I visited the Botanical Gardens, which looked bigger and better on the map, but was nothing compared to Roma Street Parkalnds. Still nice though. I had a voucher for a free BBQ that night. Sweet as, I thought. Until the bartender said we had to buy a drink first…so technically it was a $3.50 BBQ. You know what they say, if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. No idea why I’m becoming so philosophical about a BBQ but in expensive Oz these things matter alright! 😉
Still, after that me and Dick Small (Richard to his friends) went for a nice night walk across Story Bridge which made up for it. Brisbane, and the bridge itself, is cool at night.
Before the (phony) free BBQ, that day I was job hunting. Not long after looking, I found. It was a “flyer distributor” position for Tribal Travel. Which was convenient, seeing as I’ve been on the net for free for a few hours now thanks to the job 😉
All I do is hand out free flyers for five hours to receive $10 an hour. Not great pay but it’s better than nothing huh?
On the next day, 16th March, I worked 5 hours from 10 – 3 handing out the flyers. You get a really cool red T-Shirt to wear…I think they said I could keep it too 🙂
Few! That’s about it. Apologies for this ridiculously long blog. There’s more to talk about once you’ve got it written down 😛
Only other thing to confess is that Brisbane, is full of weirdos. I mean seriously, what’s going on. Just last night I had to break up a fight. One of the participants said “stay out of it mate, this guy drove a girl’s car”. What? 😕
A few days ago, a homeless dude stopped me, not to ask for money, or food, or fags, no. He wanted to talk about how Australia and England would be allies in a war 😯
And then last night, before the fight, there was an older woman, probably about 60-70. She was in the kitchen holding a mug and kettle. Seems normal enough. Until, she came over and said “the mug’s clean but just watch yourself there love”, she then poured the freshly boiled water over the bottom of the mug, spilling it on the floor and her fingers. But she wasn’t phased at all! 😕 ahhhh! lol
Anyway, that’ll do before I bore anyone to death.
Goodbye for now, Travie Claws x x x
Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.