Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Sydney Off Balance

As Hutton arrives in the US, I depart, in order that the number of English people in said great republic remain constant. You (as a nation) have to be careful about this sort of thing, otherwise you wind up having to contend with the Minutemen.(Imagine me making a tired pun about the Revolutionary War or Mike Watt at this point, as I can't be bothered.) The number of English people in a country is one of those delicate karmic balances that you mess with at your peril.

Not that I'm going to go back when Hutton leaves, or anything; I don't particularly like to travel.

Anyway, there doesn't seem to be much point maintaining the rather flimsy "undisclosed location" affectation, especially since all I've been able to do for the past several months is bitch about how difficult it is to get rid of all my worldly possessions and move to Australia. I am, finally, there. The precise city must go unnamed, though... although there's a big harbour... and an opera house... oh, fuck it.