The above picture just sums up sydney....absolutely gorgeous!!

Despite not getting in until 6am i decided that it would be a good idea to get up at 8:30am and go wandering around - wasn't tired or that hungover.....magic! Went and bought a cheapy mobile phone to keep in contact with the boys, along with a summery dress and a top, a fiver each....bargain! (except the phone of course!) wandered around for a bit just getting my bearings, then went back to the hostel to drop my bags, only to find a very drunk scotsman passed out on my bed, on top of all my stuff!! i rolled him onto the floor (bottom bunk thank the lord) only for him to wake up, present me with a bottle of vodka and ask me to marry him. Apparently he wasn't even meant to be there, and hadnt paid for the room, just gone in with his friend!! they both go chucked out, but not before he made me hug him "like his mum hugs him" aaaaw.

Went out again to a small park by darling harbour where i had some lunch, then went over to the opera house to meet Kurt and Anthony, the guys from the plane. Sat on the opera house steps and watched the aussie open (sharapova vs s.williams) on a massive projection screen, then we made plans to meet up in the evening and i wandered back to the hostel, where i fell asleep.

Tom and Eddy woke me up at 6pm, and we all got showered and ready to hit the bars in Kings Cross! Very embarrasing realisation that one of the blokes in my room bought me quite a few drinks last night, only for me to run off and hide, thinking I'd never see him again - couldn't have been more wrong, and I couldn't have gone more crimson when I couldn't remember his name. Never again.

Met Kelvin, Kurt and Ant in the bar downstairs, then got the underground over to Kings Cross. I was told it was seedy, but there were real live hookers standing on the street wearing Borat style get-ups (ie latex hankerchiefs) and every strip club tried to drag us in off the street!!

We went to a posh bar/hotel, where we sat back and watched some blokes on a stag do (or Buck Night as they call it here) play pool very well. Decided we were too common for this place and moved onto The Goldfish Bowl, a nice little pub with live music. We quickly established to the entire bar that we were loud obscene poms, and asked for Oasis - which he sang :-D yay!

Moved on to O'Malleys, an irish bar (what is it with me and the irish bars?) down the road. They also had live music, but it was considerably rowdier, which goes without saying with the irish!! Got chatted up (if "alright love i like your leggings" counts as chatting up) by a very young looking chav, who did the same thing to every female in the bar, and ended up going home with two middle aged women .... ew!!

Danced the night away to country and western music, lots of johnny cash, and random 70's songs. Great night! Didn't really drink a lot tonight as despite what I tell my mother, I do need my liver really.

Had my first brush with death for the trip, and surprise surprise it involved an irishman!! I went outside for some air, and a completely w******d irish bloke starts talking to me. I kind of tried to ignore him, but for those of you who have ever been in a similar situation, you'll know that its very difficult to ignore the irish. I think i must have a sticker on my head saying 'marry me' because he went straight ahead and proposed too, and he got very angry when i told him i was taken! He then said "u english girls talk too fast" to which i wittily (and stupidly) replied "no, its just u irish blokes are slow" Lesson One: Never joke with the irish. He grabbed me by the throat and was shaking me and shouting at me until i was on the floor!! It was only when i bouncer came round the corner to see what all the noise was about that he stopped and ran off.

Shaken but not stirred I went back into the bar and carried on where i left off! im a hardy pom me!! made a few friends that night, an english gal called emma and a bloke from Tassie called Nick. Eddy and Tom were busy chatting up the barmaids, when (to my extreme amusement) a girl wandered up to the bar, casually told Tom that she was the girlfriend of the barmaid he was chatting up, then leaned over and gave her a big smacker on the lips. I've never seen Tom look so happy in his entire life, until she confirmed that she was 100% lesbian, no boys allowed. The light in his eyes faded very quickly! Funniest part was me chatting to her later, when she admitted that shes straight, but her and her friend just pretend to be lesbian to keep the boys at bay!

I headed back at around 5am, to find James (a lad in our dorm) fast asleep and snoring like a trooper in the corridor outside our room. Confused and tired, I went to bed. The next morning I learnt that he can't sleep in the dark and had lost the vote to keep the light on, so camped in the lit corridor!! Bless!