Cameron and the tale of the South African pub
Today is my Sunday, (it's really Tuesday - but now that I'm a slave to the consumer retail dollar again - weekends are my working week) and because I'm at home while everyone else in my house is at work (and consequently I can't work out how to switch on the tv and cable box) I've decided to update the blog.
As I sit here typing away, covered by my soft, warm doona I am wondering what you all are doing back home, where smh.com tells me it is 25 degrees. So far in the last week, the warmest temp we've had is 5 degrees, but that is usually around 3pm, when we all are still at work.
The mornings are by far the worst - leaving for the station at 530am, is nothing short of painful. But I've got my clothing all worked out, and with just the right combination of thermals, socks, scarves and my coat, only my face is exposed to the full brunt of the cold!
Earlier today the checkout guy at Sainsburys (who looked to be about my age) reassured me that I couldn't have picked a worse year to come to the UK for winter, as this is the coldest one he has ever lived through so far. Awesome.
On the upside though, the other day when I left for work it was sleeting, which to the unitiated Australian looks and seems just like snow. I rang Cam squealing "Mate it's snowing - I'm walking through my first snow!" and then proceeded to describe it, and have Cam burst my bubble with "No Lau- that's just sleet..." talk about a let down. I mean if it's going to be this bitter cold, the least it could do is make the land of the grey and brown look nice...
But the bookies in the London are offering the best odds on snow for Christmas day in history, so there is something to look forward to!
And now it's time for:
Cam's bimbo moment of the week
On Saturday while I was at work, dodging tantrum-throwing children and parents racking up the Visa with presents-from-Santa, Cam and our South African flatmate Myron decided to watch the South Africa vs Wales rugby game at a pub in Covent Garden. (Cameron into sport can you believe it?)
Anyways they went to a South African pub called the "Springbok" which as most of you probably know, is the name of the Natioanl SA Rugby team - we have wallabies, and they have wimpy little antelope, fair.
So I come home at around 10pm, and veg out on the lounge, the boys show up, (with dirty great big kebabs in hand) an hour or so later. And then Cam opens his mouth:
"Hi Lau - we had a great day - we watched the rugby at the Springbok in Central - what a coincidence everyone I met at the pub was a South African, I've never seen so many South Africans in one place all at once."
Myron and I just looked at each other and shook our heads, we truly are living with a genius. I mean he might as well walk into the Wallaby bar, and exclaim at all the Australians drinking VB - right in the middle of London!
The Australian English Dictionary
I hadn't realised how Anglified I'd become untill this week when I was speaking to mum on the phone and I kept having to explain what I was saying. You would be surpirsed at the difference between English-English and Australian-English, here are a few of my favourites:
Pants - Underwear
Trousers - Pants
Vest - singlet (chesty bonds mate)
Plaster - bandaid
Hoover - vacuum
Courgette - Zuchinni
Wellingtons - Gumboots
Sarnie - Sandwich
Rucksack - Backpack
Innit - Isn't it
You Alright? - How's it goin
Duvet - Doona
Pushchair - Stroller
Peppers - Capsicum
Tillpoint - cash register
creme fraiche - sour cream
bender - gay (cookie and I learned that one the hard way when we named the southend music zine "southbender")
carrier bag - plastic bag
thong - g-string
flip-flops - thongs
Offie - Bottle-o (short for Off-licence)
Mingin' - disgusting
mange-tout - snow peas
chav - bogan (think Vicky from Little Britain)
high street - shopping centre
five quid - five bucks
pound shop - 2 dollar shop
wendy house - cubby house
giza - bloke
load of bollocks - load of crap
bogey - boogers
kip - nap
and on that note - think I'll be off to take a quick kip, as I'm still recovering from my overnight shift at Disney.
cheers all
Lauren
As I sit here typing away, covered by my soft, warm doona I am wondering what you all are doing back home, where smh.com tells me it is 25 degrees. So far in the last week, the warmest temp we've had is 5 degrees, but that is usually around 3pm, when we all are still at work.
The mornings are by far the worst - leaving for the station at 530am, is nothing short of painful. But I've got my clothing all worked out, and with just the right combination of thermals, socks, scarves and my coat, only my face is exposed to the full brunt of the cold!
Earlier today the checkout guy at Sainsburys (who looked to be about my age) reassured me that I couldn't have picked a worse year to come to the UK for winter, as this is the coldest one he has ever lived through so far. Awesome.
On the upside though, the other day when I left for work it was sleeting, which to the unitiated Australian looks and seems just like snow. I rang Cam squealing "Mate it's snowing - I'm walking through my first snow!" and then proceeded to describe it, and have Cam burst my bubble with "No Lau- that's just sleet..." talk about a let down. I mean if it's going to be this bitter cold, the least it could do is make the land of the grey and brown look nice...
But the bookies in the London are offering the best odds on snow for Christmas day in history, so there is something to look forward to!
And now it's time for:
Cam's bimbo moment of the week
On Saturday while I was at work, dodging tantrum-throwing children and parents racking up the Visa with presents-from-Santa, Cam and our South African flatmate Myron decided to watch the South Africa vs Wales rugby game at a pub in Covent Garden. (Cameron into sport can you believe it?)
Anyways they went to a South African pub called the "Springbok" which as most of you probably know, is the name of the Natioanl SA Rugby team - we have wallabies, and they have wimpy little antelope, fair.
So I come home at around 10pm, and veg out on the lounge, the boys show up, (with dirty great big kebabs in hand) an hour or so later. And then Cam opens his mouth:
"Hi Lau - we had a great day - we watched the rugby at the Springbok in Central - what a coincidence everyone I met at the pub was a South African, I've never seen so many South Africans in one place all at once."
Myron and I just looked at each other and shook our heads, we truly are living with a genius. I mean he might as well walk into the Wallaby bar, and exclaim at all the Australians drinking VB - right in the middle of London!
The Australian English Dictionary
I hadn't realised how Anglified I'd become untill this week when I was speaking to mum on the phone and I kept having to explain what I was saying. You would be surpirsed at the difference between English-English and Australian-English, here are a few of my favourites:
Pants - Underwear
Trousers - Pants
Vest - singlet (chesty bonds mate)
Plaster - bandaid
Hoover - vacuum
Courgette - Zuchinni
Wellingtons - Gumboots
Sarnie - Sandwich
Rucksack - Backpack
Innit - Isn't it
You Alright? - How's it goin
Duvet - Doona
Pushchair - Stroller
Peppers - Capsicum
Tillpoint - cash register
creme fraiche - sour cream
bender - gay (cookie and I learned that one the hard way when we named the southend music zine "southbender")
carrier bag - plastic bag
thong - g-string
flip-flops - thongs
Offie - Bottle-o (short for Off-licence)
Mingin' - disgusting
mange-tout - snow peas
chav - bogan (think Vicky from Little Britain)
high street - shopping centre
five quid - five bucks
pound shop - 2 dollar shop
wendy house - cubby house
giza - bloke
load of bollocks - load of crap
bogey - boogers
kip - nap
and on that note - think I'll be off to take a quick kip, as I'm still recovering from my overnight shift at Disney.
cheers all
Lauren
posted by lauren at 3:32 pm
1 Comments:
And I quote: we have wallabies, and they have wimpy little antelope, fair.
Remind me how you guys did in the Tri Nations? hmmm.. :) Looks like the wimpy little antelope pulled a fast one :) Do you like Phil Collins?
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