Not much to report. One (Andrew...) might ask why I am bothering to write this, but am stuck at home in the flat (cant even sunbathe on the roof as it is overcast) as I have $0.00 with which to do anything.
Yes, the fantastic combination of the UK and Australian banking systems which promised a maximum of 4 working days for the transfer has lied to me. And Kirk got up too early for me to beg cash off him this morning. It is a strange feeling having no access to money at all...even my credit cards have failed me. I think this may be a sign. However, as the local area specialises in wedding dress shops I dont have too much temptation. Although it would be nice to afford to buy some food for breakfast/lunch... ah well, there is beer. That counts as nutrition right?
First official Aussie barbeque on Sunday at Balmoral beach. Sea = warm, bikini = forgotten due to crushing hangover. Met an incredibly ugly dog (yes, even worse than Captain Sparky who holds pride of place as my official photo at the moment).
Hopefully seeing a very old and lovely friend this evening (if I can scrounge some cash). She has lucked out and is living seconds from Bondi. Reports of Hugh Jackman there every day abound. I may have to move there and live in a tent or a dustbin.
Amanda has pointed out to me the local brothel. It is surprisingly full every morning. Not quite that desperate for cash yet...
Email me with news/randomness. Cashless beth is lonely! (erm this last comment only applies to my actual friends as opposed to the random people in Germany/US that google informs me are reading this blog...)
Yes, the fantastic combination of the UK and Australian banking systems which promised a maximum of 4 working days for the transfer has lied to me. And Kirk got up too early for me to beg cash off him this morning. It is a strange feeling having no access to money at all...even my credit cards have failed me. I think this may be a sign. However, as the local area specialises in wedding dress shops I dont have too much temptation. Although it would be nice to afford to buy some food for breakfast/lunch... ah well, there is beer. That counts as nutrition right?
First official Aussie barbeque on Sunday at Balmoral beach. Sea = warm, bikini = forgotten due to crushing hangover. Met an incredibly ugly dog (yes, even worse than Captain Sparky who holds pride of place as my official photo at the moment).
Hopefully seeing a very old and lovely friend this evening (if I can scrounge some cash). She has lucked out and is living seconds from Bondi. Reports of Hugh Jackman there every day abound. I may have to move there and live in a tent or a dustbin.
Amanda has pointed out to me the local brothel. It is surprisingly full every morning. Not quite that desperate for cash yet...
Email me with news/randomness. Cashless beth is lonely! (erm this last comment only applies to my actual friends as opposed to the random people in Germany/US that google informs me are reading this blog...)
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