Why isn't tallness a recognised disability?
Today has been an extremley busy day, ive arrived and discovered Melbourne and already feel at home. My flight was delayed for 5 hours so I didnt get in till close to midnight but my Guesthouse is awesome and is easily the best place ive stayed in Australia so far. I ventured out extra early so I could track down the place Nicola said for us to meet and the meet went down without a hitch. Speaking of Hitch, Nicola doesn't like Will Smith, what the hell is that about? She also confided in me that she calls her boyfriend Little Jonny Sparklechops. Weird. We made some exciting plans. Tomorrow night we are going to see Coldplay, this was entirely my doing and im hoping it will be such a success that it will cut me some slack when I inevitably mess up the navigation on the Great Ocean Road. To that end we've hired a car for Sunday and Monday to drive said Great Ocean Road. When we return on Monday we are going to the Neighbours night at the Elephant and Wheelbarrow Pub. Harold and a couple of others are going to be there, I can't wait to see jellybelly, I hope he lets me patt said belly. We popped into a Casino and it was obvious from the off that we were both Casino virgins. We wondered around like losers for a bit and pretended that we could play the machines and even after being given a lesson by a kind old lady we still didnt have a clue. There was a little more understanding and success on the roulette table, I pulled for my lucky number 23 but it never came up, curse you Micheal Jordan. I really wanted to play one of the tables where I could say 'hit me, hit me' etc but didnt have the courage. We then tried to go into the poker room but Nicola was refused entry, the woman on the door thought she didnt look 18. She didnt have any ID and we told the woman that she was 24 but she gave her a good looking over again and still didnt believe that she was over 18. How bizaare, especially as she clearly looks in her 30s. After failing to convince me to part with a huge sum of money on a new guitar we parted ways for a few hours and then met up again for a chinese. My sweet and sour chicken was lovely and we both agreed that my meal was far superior to her choice. Inevitably the day led to Starbucks where I didnt have a hot chocolate but Nicola did, she then disappeared in a puff of smoke when her tram pulled up outside. I didnt mind though because it was bonus time and im a winner already. With a gambol or two I headed back to the train station to make the short journey to what I call home to reflect on what seems like 3 days in 1 and its not going to slow down for a while. While at 'home' I discovered that my room tv has the England match. Brilliant.