Week 1 - Touched down in Sydney to glorious sunshine and this was the most excited and anticipated we'd been so far. Got picked up at the airport by our hostel minibus and headed to Bondi Beach. We dumped our stuff in the room and ventured down to check out the sights of Bondi. We were not disappointed - surfers, cafes, bars, hot men. It's just so strange to be in a place that you've heard so much about, experiencing it first hand. To celebrate our arrival and to kick off the way of things to come we treated ourselves to a steak lunch and a bottle or two of wine. After catching up with Cecilia (Lyndsay's friend from Urban) it was almost 8pm when we staggered back to the hostel. Up bright and early the next day we began flat hunting. TRAUMA! We have never seen as many s***holes in our lives. We wouldn't have even put a dog in these places! By 10pm that evening and several 100 flats later we had given up and headed back to the security and warmth of the hostel. Unpertubed we headed out for much of the same the following day, throwing in an agency registration in between. We thought we'd hit the jackpot after we started looking in the city instead of Bondi and were shown a nice flat in a complex with 2 pools, 2 gyms, sauna etc. Heading up to sign the contract we realised the landlord was an Arthur Daley wannabe and he tried to skank us on our bond and rent. We made a hasty exit. Groundhog day 3 and just as we were beginning to think a tent on the beach may be our best option we were taken to a gorgeous house in Surry Hills. This place had only been on the agency's books for a month and everything was brand new and clean. We quickly snapped it up, signed our contract and were so relieved we'd waited and not panicked and taken one of the dives. Imagine our glee when we realised Surry Hills is Gay Central and we were sharing with 2 gay guys from London. Yeh! It's Fag Hag Heaven...... Friday was spent unpacking, food shopping, settling in to the new place. Ventured to the local for a few drinks that evening with Kelsey (our Canadian flatmate) but very aware of our unemployed status we were home by 10:30pm. Spent Saturday with The Jamester. Met up with Jamie in Darling Harbour and had a cheap lunch and depressed ourselves by looking around the shops. We all planned to go to Home Nightclub that evening. Jamie came round about 8pm with a bottle of our favourite Pinot and we had a few drinks before heading to Home Bar at 9:30pm. Met 2 of Jamie's friends - Trevor and Ross and the 5 of us had an absolute scream and were very drunk by the time we left at 4:45am. Trevor's sister runs Home so we had free entry and free drinks all night. Thank you thank you thank you. Lynnith got up close and personal with Ross, who was the funniest man in the World and how typical to come all the way to Oz to end with a boy from Coatbridge! A BBQ beckoned on the Sunday with a few of Jamie's friends. Feeling a bit delicate we didn't make it till about 5pm but we suddenly perked up when we walked into a garden full of Irish men. Yippee....... We quickly befriended the 2 gay one's (funny that!) and then we moved onto flirting with any other one with a pulse. Not amused that they all had burds. Feeling tipsy we headed to a bar in Bondi called Bungabar. It was an absolute scream and the birthday boy Ryan was breakdancing, doing the splits and baring his arse. However, the funniest moment was watching The Jamester be debriefed in the middle of the bar. This topped his earlier a******* antics of falling down the garden stairs at the BBQ whilst carrying garden chairs and splitting his foot open. What a fanny! We didn't help his embarassment by shouting "aye rid neck big man" and "taxi for the Jamester". Burst beyond belief he was Houdini once again and bolted early doors. We stayed to party on a bit longer with the Irish boys and their one Scottish friend, Graeme from Dundee. Week 2 - Bank Holiday Monday was spent in our pj's in bed with a bottle of vodka. Sounds worse than it was. It was purely for hair of the dog reasons!! A fairly uneventful week with us both managing to pick up a few days temp work. Friday night loomed and we hadn't even planned where to go or what to do. Having a few drinks in the flat with Mark and Al we decided to venture to Taylor Square. We were disappointed to find the 1st pub empty and not a straight boy in sight. Resigning ourselves to an evening of gay we ventured to Stonewalls with the lads. The downstairs bar was as camp as Xmas with drag queens and steps music galore. The upstairs however had a much cooler vibe, great music, and hot boys which we could only stare at from a distance. Not sure what happened but the 4 of us got completely hammered and were hanging off the bar when a very cute and very tall man started waving at Lyndsay. Thinking he was gay and looking for a fag hag friend she began talking to him. At this point she realised him and his friend were fking gorgeous. Al and Mark were over like greyhounds at the trap! Richard and Adrian turned out not to be gay but straight and interested in us!!!!!! It only took them the best part of an hour to convince us they weren't taking the piss. They were far too pretty to be straight and they were in a GAY BAR! Getting a tad miffed Richard decided to prove his straightness by pashing Lyndsay, leaving her in no doubt they were genuine. You couldnae write about it, us 2 paralytic, in a gay yet pulling the 2 hottest men in there! Our flatmates went home alone in disgust hahahaha......... Realising just how drunk we were, we were surprised we were even able to get up on Saturday but we ventured out for dinner with the boys. Can you believe they do steak dinners for the equivalent of 2 quid 50! Deciding we would be up for our big planned night at Kink if we had a kip, we headed back to bed. Waking up at 9:30pm we realised there was not a snowballs chance in hell that we were going anywhere let alone touching alcohol. We had to text our apologies to Scott and vowed that we'd never drink that much again! Can you believe that even on the Sunday we were still dying. The 4 of us had sat on the couch on Saturday night sobbing to sad movies and eating chocolate so we planned to do something energetic on the Sunday. That was not to be, we were let down by the weather and found ourselves instead in the cinema watching Mr and Mrs Smith all drooling over Brad. Sunday night we fell asleep by 9pm with sheer boredom. We're never staying in on a Saturday night again no matter how ill we are. It's sacriledge! Week 3 - So, that's us up to date. We managed to see the Harbour Bridge and Opera House today for the 1st time. We're both heading off to work now and Lyndsay needs to start packing for her return journey to Bonny Scotland for her brothers wedding. Lynne will be flying solo for the next 3 weeks...... Perhaps we'll try and outdo each other with individual web tales - though trying to pit West Linton against Sydney is like putting Eddie and Eagle against Mike Tyson hahahahaha.......... How are we going to cope without each other?!?!?! SOB SOB SOB.......