We were really lucky with the people in our dorm when we arrived in Sydney, as we were sharing with 6 girls. Two Irish girls Catriona (the bounciest person you could ever wish to meet and Audrey (Catriona's rock). Two girls from Portsmouth Laura and Becca who were really nice but we didn't get to know them as well because they moved out. And other English girls travelling on their own, Rachel (who didn't come out much as she had no money until her mum and dad came over) and Leigh our little chicken who is here for the long haul. Catriona is the worse person in the world for names. She met a bloke when she was out one night who then took her out for dinner the next night, but by this time she had forgotten his name. She managed to blag her way through the night until she came back to the bar we were in and we had to introduce ourselves to him and discreetly tell her his name! There is this walk you can do over the Sydney Harbour Bridge, it must be pretty hairy because they harness you in and make you take a breath test before you can go up. After coming in from a night out at 9 in the morning, Catriona was dragged out of bed by a very patient and very sober Audrey to go and do the walk. Even after being coached by Audrey and force fed a hamburger she managed to fail the first breath test! It was the funniest thing to witness them getting ready in the morning! When Laura and Becca moved out, two Swedish blokes Eric and Daniel moved in (and 7 of their friends moved in next door). At first they were a real pain in the bum but after a couple of days they absolutely cracked us up. The first thing they did when they arrived was strip to their teeny tiny boxers and drop to the floor for some push ups! They were grunting away and shouting encouragement for each other (they managed about 5 each) and bigging up the testosterone. Nat and I were the only ones in the room and we were obviously impressed to say the least (ie both of us faced opposite walls and tried to stop the tears rolling down our cheeks with the pretence of drying hair/putting on makeup - seriously couldn't look at each other). The last night they were here, we came in to find Daniel asleep on a chair in the middle of the room, we gently woke him and suggested he might want to get in bed, which he did - on the wrong top bunk with a startled Eric who then proceeded to Swedish B*tch Wrestle him to the floor in the dark. One of their friends from next door kept popping in from time to time. One night Becky was on the phone to Karen in the hallway when he rocked up bladdered and started grooving his hips and throwing some serious points in her direction. Karen advised her to tell him in no uncertain terms where to get off - which seemed to do the trick for a while. That was all we saw of him until he turned up drunk on the end of Nat's bunk the other night shoving fish and chips at her, inviting us to a party next door and generally bouncing of every surface to hand. A truly irresistable offer we managed to refuse. Meanwhile, most of the girls have moved out and there are now two Swedish couples living with us - cosy! One of the girls takes her clothes off at every opportunity while her boyfriend walks aroung growling at us - I don't know what they feed them in Sweden but they're all a bit tapped to say the least. So this week we did manage to see a bit of Sydney - we've seen Kings Cross (where all the prostitutes live), New Town (where all the lesbians live) and mainly the inside of our 2 fave Irish bars Scruffy Murphy's and Paddy Maguire's (where we live!!!). We also went up Sydney tower, which was nice but they don't really give you much info about the city. Views were spectacular though - even if we didn't know what we were looking at. They also do an interactive ride thing, Nat was squealing her head off, it made us feel a bit sick actually. On Sunday night we went out to watch the match - however the horrible men in Scruffy Murphy's turned it off after the first half, mush to Natalie's displeasure! Needless to say everyone within a 10 mile radius felt her wrath! Including a nice young man who came out with 'You're gorgeous!' only to be blasted with 'WELL YOU'RE IN MY WAY!'. Oops! Monday, Len came down to collect the giant shoes which had been in residence under Natalie's bed. He was thinking about wearing them out that night, despite them being 2 sizes too big - if only he had 4-inch toes! We also went to the supermarket to discover that Tim-Tams were on sale - hurrah! We bought 5 different flavours, not too impressed with the truffle flavour though. Monday night we went out with all the girls for an Italian - in a real restaurant. Went down to Darling Harbour for a drink, which is really nice and doesn't even have sticky floors. Becky was told off by the liitle upstart behind the bar for not bringing any ID which took the shine off a bit, 'Ill let you have one drink, but I really shouldn't' - biatch! The initial glorious feeling of being asked for ID going into a bar (we're nearly 23 you know, time isn't doing us any favours!) is seriously wearing thin now, they ask everyone for ID every time and its not just because you look young! rude! We met up with loads of Catriona and Audrey's friends from their travels because it was their last night out, and despite trying to go home at 11pm ended up out until about 5.30. We met the most entertaining Irish bloke, with moves Kirsty would die for who taught a thing or two about 80s/mum/uncle dancing. Tuesday we met up with Len, one of Simon's mates from Byron Bay. A few drinks soon turned into another messy night and ended with Nat being 'asked to leave' (chucked out of) Scruffy Murphy's for being 'intoxicated'. He he. Theme tune of the night: "My Humps'' by Black Eyed Peas! Wednesday we met up with Rich, our bezzy from Bangkok. We introduced him to the pleasures of our local Irish bar and on the way home Nat had a truly beautiful pie experience! this time she knew what she was eating though - mmmmm chicken and mushroom! We had a bit of a night off on Thursday, had an early dinner and watched the TV. We went to the internet cafe late on to talk to Kate, and went back for a repeat performance of the pie! Last night we met up with Len, his mate Shaun and a bloke called Tom for a few drinks. Becky nearly fell over when she realised Shaun was an actual person and does in fact exist outside the confines of Lens imagination. You see Len has a tendancy to exaggerate (lie!) for example he told us he was staying in a 5 star hotel which miraculously lost a star in reality! So when we heard the Shaun stories, we just didn't believe him! Today we can be found mainly sleeping and drinking copious amounts of mr juicy in our room. Thats all folks! Love Beck and Nat xxx