General updates
First of all, an apology to those that have either posted on the blog or emailed us, we will get back to you at some stage! We're being quite slow at the moment, sorry! Also I know several have commented that we're not updating this often enough.
Anyway, many of you may already be aware of the bad news - my job in Cardiff fell through. True to the dodgyness (is that how you spell it?) of the locum industry over here, they hired me without approval from the finance department in the hope that they could bully them into approving the cash for it. So I'm still an unemployed bum, except now I'm a bum in one of the wealthiest parts of London, as we're staying in Chelsea with our mate Matty for a few weeks. His housemate's moving out so there's a free room and the rent's pretty cheap, especially considering the area. Only bad thing about it is it sucks being unemployed when you're living on a street famous for designer shops and you therefore can't justify spendning any cash! Also there's too many freakishly tall attractive women who I suspect are models. I've got a week of work next week in a private practice which pays pretty well, however all in all I'm feeling about as welcome as a fart in an elevator in the locum industry over here :-)
Headed out the other night to check out some of the bars and pubs in the area with both Matty and Ricci (another Adelaidean), lots of good places to drink but found some to be maybe a bit too pretentious for me to deal with on a Monday night - didn't realise it was the done thing in Chelsea to dress up on a weeknight! Was a bit more relieved when we got to the last pub which was a bit more like what I'm used to, complete with a drunk Aussie bloke stumbling around hitting on everyone (ah, the numbers game, if you hit on them all one's bound to say yes!). Speaking of nightlife, have yet to check out the notorious Shepherd's Bush Walkabout (Aussie pub), where apparantly the floor is so sticky and covered in beer and urine that you need to rinse your feet/legs off when you get home. What is it about certain Australians that makes them turn completely feral when they get to London, throwing drinks at people and pissing all over the floor? Though I guess back home I have seen a bloke piss in the front bar of the Havey, and also have heard a story of a guy taking a dump in the fireplace of the Grace Emily. Couldn't happen to a nicer place, have hated that pub ever since the bartender threated to break my arm for attempting to steal the bar mat and an ashtray!
Had better be off now, cheers for visiting the blog!
Megan.
Anyway, many of you may already be aware of the bad news - my job in Cardiff fell through. True to the dodgyness (is that how you spell it?) of the locum industry over here, they hired me without approval from the finance department in the hope that they could bully them into approving the cash for it. So I'm still an unemployed bum, except now I'm a bum in one of the wealthiest parts of London, as we're staying in Chelsea with our mate Matty for a few weeks. His housemate's moving out so there's a free room and the rent's pretty cheap, especially considering the area. Only bad thing about it is it sucks being unemployed when you're living on a street famous for designer shops and you therefore can't justify spendning any cash! Also there's too many freakishly tall attractive women who I suspect are models. I've got a week of work next week in a private practice which pays pretty well, however all in all I'm feeling about as welcome as a fart in an elevator in the locum industry over here :-)
Headed out the other night to check out some of the bars and pubs in the area with both Matty and Ricci (another Adelaidean), lots of good places to drink but found some to be maybe a bit too pretentious for me to deal with on a Monday night - didn't realise it was the done thing in Chelsea to dress up on a weeknight! Was a bit more relieved when we got to the last pub which was a bit more like what I'm used to, complete with a drunk Aussie bloke stumbling around hitting on everyone (ah, the numbers game, if you hit on them all one's bound to say yes!). Speaking of nightlife, have yet to check out the notorious Shepherd's Bush Walkabout (Aussie pub), where apparantly the floor is so sticky and covered in beer and urine that you need to rinse your feet/legs off when you get home. What is it about certain Australians that makes them turn completely feral when they get to London, throwing drinks at people and pissing all over the floor? Though I guess back home I have seen a bloke piss in the front bar of the Havey, and also have heard a story of a guy taking a dump in the fireplace of the Grace Emily. Couldn't happen to a nicer place, have hated that pub ever since the bartender threated to break my arm for attempting to steal the bar mat and an ashtray!
Had better be off now, cheers for visiting the blog!
Megan.
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