Fatlo.af

After two long plane rides, a bit of a kip on the floor of Hong Kong International Airport and the craving for FUIC getting more intense, it was good to finally get home.

The Boy came to pick us up from the airport on Wednesay morning with FUIC in hand for the weary travellers. He’s a good lad. Let me give you some idea of the what went on for me from 6.30am Monday morning (English day light saving time or 5pm SA time, I believe) to Wednesday 9.30pm (South Australian time).

I got up on Monday morning to say goodbye to Mike and Stacey before they had to go to work. Foolishly, I didn’t go back to bed for a fraction more of a snooze. Big mistake. We loaded the car with the luggage then went with Pete and Shirleen (Mike’s parents) to Oxford to have a bit of a look around. We found a great little pub where Bob Hawke broke the Guiness World Record for down a yardie of ale while he was attending a uni in Oford. Makes you proud to be an Aussie. While we were there is absoultely pissed down, so much so, we were informed later that Mike’s garden had flooded – again. With little else to do for fear of getting soaked, combined with the fact that English motor ways can be car parks when there isn’t a deluge, we thought that we’d play it safe and head to Heathrow. The motorways were not as feared and we got to Heathrow with about a day and a half to spare. Or it could have been 5 hours (but who’s counting?). We were over our baggage quota by about 25 kilos and Cathay Pacific wanted 772 English pounds, almost AU$2000, to put it on the plane. We were of the opinion that the airline could shove it up their arse and elected to send the offending bag home using the Excess Baggge Company. That worked out to 205 English pounds, which we found to be much more reasonable. It’ll be here in 2-3 weeks. Now that’s service!

Our flight was due to leave Heathrow at 10.30pm, which it did. It’s nice to leave on time. The flight was something like 12 hours, during which time I managed to get about 35 minutes of poor sleep. I was feeling quite shit during the flight and it was only with two hours to go did I realise that I had forgotten to take a certain mediation that is quite addictive – for two days. I was feeling the effects of not taking them. Perhaps you could say that I was “coming down”, but if you do, I’ll shoot you. I hate that saying.

We got to Hong Kong at 5pm their time (about 10am English time)
on the Tuesday. By this stage I had no idea where I was, what day and time it was or what my name was. We had to sit around in Hong Kong Airport until 11.30pm (their time) until we could catch the flight to Adelaide. I manage to sneak in about 45 minutes sleep on the floor in front of the boarding gate. Ma assures me that I was getting some weird looks, Fuck them all, that’s what I say.

Once again, the flight left on time, and despite taking some stuff to help me sleep, I got precisely none. The plane landed in Adelaide on Wednesday morning, about 9.45am. We had been on the go for about 44 hours since I got up Monday morning and I had a little over an hour’s sleep. Marvellous. I eventually had about little sleep for about an hour and a half on Wednesday arvo, got up, had a schnitty (I was really craving one – bloody Europeans wouldn’t know a good idea if it bit them on the arse) then went back to bed at 9.30pm. I crashed for about 13 hours after being awake (almost) continously for about 55 hours.

My stupid bloody body decided to get me up at 4 this morning and I haven’t been back to sleep since. Bastard!

No onto some more news….

Mike and Stacey inform me that they will be coming over in the middle of next year. I’ll hold them to that.

I have left the apron with Mike. He’s going to Italy with Stacey soon and I have informed him I expect to see pictures.

If you look here you will see a photo of a bunch of pissed idiots at Tramp’s nightclub in Worcester on Saturday the 20th of May, 2006. We are second row from the bottom, second from the right. In the picture from left to right are: Stacey, Mike, Grum, Sam, John and another one of Mike’s frieds, but I can’t remember his name. It was a good night. Despite the song about the Ashes coming home. They’ll keep. Bastards.

I will soon be giving Scott some photos for fatloaf gallery. I’m sure he’ll put them up when he can.

That’s it for now, my friends. Yo, let’s get outta here, wort to yo mother.

Love and sloppy kisses,