Drinking after work

I went for a few light ales last night, straight after work. It's odd how you can remember everything everything right up until you have that slippery nipple and then its a blank until you get a microwaveable burger from the petrol station isn't it?

The Debate no longer rages

Further to my recent post about drinking piss and sewage, it appears that the NSW government has finally made up its mind according to this article in the Sydney Morning Herald.

I predict masses of people dying from thirst within 5 years.

Drink piss and live!

Art - But not as we know it

Can you guess where this is?

The debate rages on

The debate rages on. Australia is in the middle of the worst drought in over 100 years. No decent rain has fallen for about five years and when it has, it was nowhere near the dams they built to catch it! DOH!

The debate rages on. Should they, the people of New South Wales allow the government to recycle their water?

The debate rages on. It's funny how the people of the pros and cons word their arguments. The Pros state "We can recycle our water, thereby avoiding the current water crisis.

The debate rages on. The Cons state "We dont wanna drink piss with our dinner"

Well, in London, it's said the tap water has been thru at least 5 people and it tastes fine to me!

Things I learnt last night #1

Fresh mothers milk tastes a lot like warm, low fat cows milk. Wasn't expecting that.

S'funny, the things that you miss

Things I miss, seem to come and go
Yesterday was “Eastenders”, today it’s snow.
Peggy shouting “Where’s little Mo?”
The pure white blanket, free of shadow.

You can lay your hat, you can call it home
But oh to see the Millenium Dome.
To be besides the London eye
It reaches high up to the sky

Big Ben chiming, Routemaster roaring
Tubes a whooshing, Taxis overcharging

The grey swirls around you, they call it a fog
You cough and you wheeze, you know it’s a smog
The rain pours on you, it’s probably acid
Because now your skins all flaky and flaccid

Soho, Comptons, Halfway II
A gay ghetto all waiting for you
You probably think I’m taking the piss,
But really, s’funny, the things that you miss.

I got the winter blues

Yesterday in the UK:

Today in Sydney

Which one would you go for? Comments please.

My leaving "Do's"

Just before I left Blighty, I had three leaving do's. One was for work, one for family and one for the gay family. The family one was pretty sober but it was emotional. The first one was not so sober, but I didn't get too emotional. The last one however, I was a complete wreck both physically and emotionally by the end of it.



It started at around 8pm at Halway II Heaven. A favourite haunt of mine not too far from Trafalgar Square. I had previously worked here on a part time basis, so knew many of the regulars. A friend of mine, Russell, had also recently taken it over as manager, so I knew I was in for a good time.



I was given presents, cards, kisses and drinks. I was given a few more drinks. Thousands of photo's were taken, though I have yet to see any of them! A dear friend, Alex, had tickets for a few of us to go onto the XXL club in Southwark.



I arrived there at around 1am ish and immediately met my mates. I was ushered onto the dancefloor. Off came my top in gay abandon and I shook my bootie for all it was worth. Several hours later we taxied our arses outta there and headed back to Alex's place. Along with Bill, Ross and Terry; Charlie, Emma, Ebeneezer and Kay were there. They really are party girls

I'm sorry..what size bed?

After my arrival on these fair shores, I was "put up" by The Company in a corporate apartment not too far from work. On arrival, my first thought was something along the lines of "Oh, not bad at all." After a week and a half my second thought was something along the lines of "What the fucking hell is this place, it's like the Twilight Zone" After 6pm the whole area would completely die and you not see another living soul until circa 7.30am the next day. I decided pretty early on I wouldn't stay the full allotted time of one month, but rather see if I could find a place more to my liking.

I logged onto Domain and ran a few searches using tag lines such as 'queer' or 'gay'. I got a call that afternoon from some guy who was looking for a lodger. The conversation, from my work buddies side, went something like this:

"I'm 39"
"What size bed?"
"OK, see you at seven"

I received a few looks when I hung up.....

Friday night, 7 O'Clock as promised I arrived at a house in Chippenale and was met by two guys. Both dressed in underwear and only one with a shirt. Pierced nipples and cropped hair. Tattoos and chintz. I felt at home immediately and moved in on the Monday.

My Weekend

Met up with a mate from the UK. Brighton Mick he's known as amongst the group of friends we have. We met up at The Columbian and had a couple of libations. Onwards to the Flinders Hotel for a few more. The Harbour City Bears were in town for the bi-weekly drink here. It was pretty packed so we didn't stay too long before we headed off to The Manacle for the rest of the evening. I forgot to mention that a guy called Tony joined us in The Columbian, he being a mate of Micks whom he met earlier in the week. The drinks flowed freely and we even managed to get a game of pool in, which I won. Sorry Mick. Around 1am ish we decided to call it a day and head off to our respective homes.....or so I thought. I hailed a cab and as we pulled away, I see Mick & Tony walking hand in hand down Crowne St..........sweet.

Before Australia

Here's a picture of me "Before Australia" which is now basically how I view my life. "Before Australia" and "In Australia."

Do you miss me?

Well, it suddenly occurred to me that I've been away from the UK for 16 weeks today. Thats 112 days. It also occurred to me that people might be missing ol' Pentland. Soooo, I have put together a list of "All Things Pentland" for you to enjoy in my absence. Please feel free to leave comments on my new Blog type thingy and I shall be sure to ignore them....

Here is a picture of Joseph Barclay Pentland.
He is famous because he spotted and named a crater on the Moon. Hence we now have the Pentland Crater !

Interesting stuff huh?



More things Pentland are Potatoes.


We have the Pentland Hawk Potatoes

We also have the Pentland Javelin Potatoes



Not too metion the Pentland Dell Potatoes (used by McDonalds and Golden Wonder in the UK)

There are some others from the tatty family, such as the Pentland Squire. Please feel free to send me an image of said potatoes if you should find them!

Maybe, just maybe, they were all grown here on the Pentland Hills just south of Edinburgh?



Or maybe they were imported to the UK on this ship the MV Baron Pentland?






And they came via the Pentland Firth, which is at the very north of Scotland and gives way to the Orkneys.







Maybe we should ask Lord Pentland I or maybe Lord Pentland II?





Failing that, we could ask John Pentland Mahaffy, the famed Irish scholar? After all...Irish = Potato right?

"Enough already! I fed up with potatoes" I hear you scream....."OK" I reply. Let me just show you some other Pentland stuff! Here is the Pentland Spiers Lifeboat

And here is the Pentland Skerries Lighthouse....whaddya know! I'm a beacon to sailors in the dark!

I can also hold masses of people in my auditourium (never heard it called that before!) at the Edinburgh Intl Conference Centre

And when I'm old (er), I will live here 1 Pentland Court in Thurso. Note this pic was taken exactly one month after my Brithday....22nd April in case you forgot.....

And I'll probably wear one of these, a Pentland zip up jacket as sold by the sportwarehouseuk !

Well, thats it for "All Things Pentland" for now. Do you feel loved and less likely to miss me? Mmmmm?

Mmmm

Well just for you here's one more...

Cya Ya'll !

Gaz

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