Why isn't tallness a recognised disability?
So i've quickly learnt the ways of the streets of Kings Cross. Firstly, stick to the well lit main streets. Any little excursion off to a back street suggests that you are looking to do some sort of deal and if asked I would say "no deal noel", regardless of the offer. Secondly, do not make eye contact with anyone. Eye contact means something and if you do happen to make any then don't hold the contact. This also suggests that some sort of deal is looking to be made. Despite the heavy police and sniffer dog presence there were still dealers openly patrolling the streets and I was offered stuff a few times, hence my construction of the "no eye" contact rule. I feel naive being slightly shocked by all this but it shows what an excellent job Beryl has done bring me up in a manner that has shielded me from the criminal underworld, particularly being only a stone's throw away from Romford. I also saw a real life pimp, he was dressed as you'd expect a pimp to look which I had to quietly salute and internally praise him for taking the job seriously and not be worried that everyone must think he looks like a complete f*cking [email protected], especially as his hooker looks like Danny De Vito and they annoyingly stand right outside the entrance to my hostel. A day away from the bright lights on the ferry to Manly was a welcome delight. The weather was great and it was a good day by the beach and I even joined in with a little game of beach cricket. I did get a little cocky and play extragant shots such as the reverse sweep and the Australians gave me some barracking but whatever, we've got the ashes. Most of Sunday was spent at the Sydney Cricket Ground watching the Sydney Swans v Adelaide Crows in the AFL. It was good to see opposition fans mixing together without killing each other, football really is uncivilised in that respect. All in all I can't wait to get out of Sydney and for the next few days its all about the Brisbane, the birthplace of one Scott Dyball.