Alright Barnet Heads?

Although it seems like ages ago that I was there, here's a little recap of Sydney.  Couldn't really see what all the shouting was about when I arrived there.  Other than the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House there's d*ck all there, its just like any other big city.  Upon arrival I met this dude from Kent called Dave....I know, two Dave's, incredible, thats the sort of insane stuff that happens when your travelling.  This poor sod had gone out to Sydney to meet his ex bird who'd split up with him shortly before she left on her travels.  Upon arrival she told him she had a new squeeze (also called Dave...no joke of a lie) and so this somewhat dampened his spirits.  From my point of view, I found it quite refreshing that I wasn't the only mug that got myself into those sorts of situations.  A detail that I later discovered and decided not to share with Dave was that his ex was referred to by many as simply 'spit-roast'.  I trust I dont have to explain why but the interesting thing was that neither of the two additional beings were called Dave.....awful, awful women.  Naturally I tried to convince him that perhaps she wasn't 'the one' afterall. 

Another amusing yet painful event occured on Bondi Beach.  In Australia, coastal information is often provided in the form of a metal ringbinder and a series of fairly large and weighy A4 sized metal pages.  Whilst watching some surfers I heard a clatter of metal followed by a rather intense pain on the top of my foot.  Some divvy bird had somehow dislodged one of these pages and lobbed it at my sweet left.  There were initial fears that the curse of the broken metetarsial had struck again, and that another talented Englishmen would be forced to miss a high profile summer of action.  Alas, it was not too bad and I glared at the div awaiting my apology.  "That must have hurt" she said before wandering off.  "It did a bit yeah" I gasped.  What a cow.  Dave treated me to an ice cream.

Right what else, I walked over the Harbour Bridge at sunset, most of the group loved it but the guide said I was probably the most nonch person.  Whatever. 

Then I went up to Byron Bay on the overnight bus.  Stopped at a Road House in the middle of nowhere, went of a wizz and mistook a dirty needle disposal unit as a hand dryer.  Crackheads.  I was worried after that so I got back on the bus and the driver allowed me to sit up top with him.  It was phat!

Right, thats enough