In the words of my dear mother, "Your a busy little bee aren't you son" of course I couldn't let her down. After a successful previous week I had do a lot to top it off and you know what...I gave it a bloody good go. Let's start off with Friday shall we and after volunteering on local radio station 2SER FM I got approached by one of the team members to cover a graveyard shift this weekend which I gracefully accepted. For those of whom that do not know what I mean by a "graveyard shift" it simply means that when you lot are partying hard to the early hours of the morning I'll be live on radio pushing buttons, playing music and doing what I love...everyone's a winner. So with the rest of the afternoon to spare I decided to take a trip to the infamous "Blue Mountains" out in Katoomba. 2 hours later on a train filled with screaming babies, jumped up school kids and old aged moany pensioners with hearing difficulties I finally made it to my destination safe, sound and raring to explore. For those with a spare day or two in Sydney I highly recommend taking time out to walk around the place and take in the scenic views of three sisters whilst embarking on the opportunity to take a hike within the national park...truly breathtaking!!!
So onto Saturday and due to the long bank holiday weekend my working Sunday turned into a working Saturday as I was called into action to referee another eventful football tournament at work. Stuffing my face full of pizza and soft drinks in between matches marked another day of great banter and borderline abuse from players, managers and their wannabe WAG's....fun times!!! In order to let off some steam I took a last minute trip into the city to again make a monumental return to Ivy Bar where this time round I managed to get in for free through contacts that shall not be revealed (remember it's all about who you know people?!?). Now as I remember it, this place was full of more snobs than the british royal family so I was intent on ruffling a few feathers to bring these jockey's off their high horse....challenge accepted!!! After surrounding myself with F class wannabe showbiz celebrities, enough was enough and I felt it was time to exit the prententious pit of illusion and return home to save myself for the long weekend ahead.
With no church service on Sunday I was left to entertain myself at this years Parklife festival where I volunteered for youth charity organisation "Heaps Decent". Frying like "fresh shrimps on the barbie" in the hot Sydney sun I got to listen to some of the UK's best urban acts which included Wiley, Skepta, Plan B and Labrinth while other more commercial and underground acts such as Nero and DJ Fresh also kept the crowd hyped and engaged. After partying on till the break of dawn (literally!) for 10 hours solid I was then led to believe that Kings Cross was where the party was at and boy who were they wrong. Although most venues were overcrowded with tired and rundown parklife attendees who had seen better days it's seemed that the party loving vibe had been left behind on the fields so on that note I decided to retire early to my pit in order to make the most of my bank holiday Monday...(see how sensible I am?!?).
So on comes Monday morning and after being on my feet all day Sunday my ankles feel like they've been hit by 10 sledgehammers by Mr. T. In the back of my mind my bed was begging me to stay and keep it company but I knew I had to make the most of the day especially with a busy working week ahead so I decided to take a trip down to Manly to see what the northern beaches had to offer me. In order to get there most people (me included) take the iconic Manly ferry starting off at Circular Quay and arriving promptly at Manly Wharf all under 30 minutes. Of course being a bank holiday everybody is out in force looking to make the most of the day so with that brought high volumes of beach traffic and copious amounts of shoppers full of tourists looking to splash the cash and then cry about it in the morning. Amongst the madness was annual Manly Arts Festival which was impressive to say the least. Filled with brass bands, choirs and musicians the festival had a huge amass turnout similar to when fans come to see me play (yeah it was that good....har-dee-ha ha ha!). As always I had my weekly random imbocile approachand make conversation with me which I have no problem with up until they get to that touchy subject that makes you cringe and you feel the need to just "walk away"....you know what I'm talking about?!? This time I had been conversating with a guy from Gold Coast discussing his time spent travelling and revealing things he had seen and experienced and whilst we were swapping stories he decided to try and tell me about his "hardships" of being a gay guy living in Sydney.....STOP The Record........HELLO?!? I'm a BLACK guy living in Sydney...ding ding ding...I think we have a winner...and it wasn't the drama queenslander either!!!
Well once again peeps it's that time again when I wrap things up, write somthing mature and meaningful and then go back to acting foolish and uncaring...sound familiar?!?. If I've mentioned this somewhere before I apologise but for me the message that sticks out clearly is to not judge a book by it's cover. This here is a lesson that I seem to be educating a lot of people over in aussieland that's for sure and the class size keeps on growing. After initially engaging eye contact with people apparently I come across as a hard faced gangster who maybe suspect to robbing you off your posessions if you look at me the wrong way.....stereotype maybe?!? Often or not when people get to know to me they realise I not actually that bad of a person (or so I've been told!). I cast my mind back to earlier this year when I was out partying in Brisbane and I met a young guy who looked like he was a few apples short of a cider but when I got to know him he came across as a very intelligent guy who was a small business owner and was currently studying a masters degree all at the tender age of 23 which most definitely puts the saying clearly into perspective...good on him I say!!! Whatever you do next folks when you meet someone new, please take the time out to get to know them properly because you never know what values they may bring to the table when you need them most.
Until next time, take care of yourself and each other
Forde Esq.
So onto Saturday and due to the long bank holiday weekend my working Sunday turned into a working Saturday as I was called into action to referee another eventful football tournament at work. Stuffing my face full of pizza and soft drinks in between matches marked another day of great banter and borderline abuse from players, managers and their wannabe WAG's....fun times!!! In order to let off some steam I took a last minute trip into the city to again make a monumental return to Ivy Bar where this time round I managed to get in for free through contacts that shall not be revealed (remember it's all about who you know people?!?). Now as I remember it, this place was full of more snobs than the british royal family so I was intent on ruffling a few feathers to bring these jockey's off their high horse....challenge accepted!!! After surrounding myself with F class wannabe showbiz celebrities, enough was enough and I felt it was time to exit the prententious pit of illusion and return home to save myself for the long weekend ahead.
With no church service on Sunday I was left to entertain myself at this years Parklife festival where I volunteered for youth charity organisation "Heaps Decent". Frying like "fresh shrimps on the barbie" in the hot Sydney sun I got to listen to some of the UK's best urban acts which included Wiley, Skepta, Plan B and Labrinth while other more commercial and underground acts such as Nero and DJ Fresh also kept the crowd hyped and engaged. After partying on till the break of dawn (literally!) for 10 hours solid I was then led to believe that Kings Cross was where the party was at and boy who were they wrong. Although most venues were overcrowded with tired and rundown parklife attendees who had seen better days it's seemed that the party loving vibe had been left behind on the fields so on that note I decided to retire early to my pit in order to make the most of my bank holiday Monday...(see how sensible I am?!?).
So on comes Monday morning and after being on my feet all day Sunday my ankles feel like they've been hit by 10 sledgehammers by Mr. T. In the back of my mind my bed was begging me to stay and keep it company but I knew I had to make the most of the day especially with a busy working week ahead so I decided to take a trip down to Manly to see what the northern beaches had to offer me. In order to get there most people (me included) take the iconic Manly ferry starting off at Circular Quay and arriving promptly at Manly Wharf all under 30 minutes. Of course being a bank holiday everybody is out in force looking to make the most of the day so with that brought high volumes of beach traffic and copious amounts of shoppers full of tourists looking to splash the cash and then cry about it in the morning. Amongst the madness was annual Manly Arts Festival which was impressive to say the least. Filled with brass bands, choirs and musicians the festival had a huge amass turnout similar to when fans come to see me play (yeah it was that good....har-dee-ha ha ha!). As always I had my weekly random imbocile approachand make conversation with me which I have no problem with up until they get to that touchy subject that makes you cringe and you feel the need to just "walk away"....you know what I'm talking about?!? This time I had been conversating with a guy from Gold Coast discussing his time spent travelling and revealing things he had seen and experienced and whilst we were swapping stories he decided to try and tell me about his "hardships" of being a gay guy living in Sydney.....STOP The Record........HELLO?!? I'm a BLACK guy living in Sydney...ding ding ding...I think we have a winner...and it wasn't the drama queenslander either!!!
Well once again peeps it's that time again when I wrap things up, write somthing mature and meaningful and then go back to acting foolish and uncaring...sound familiar?!?. If I've mentioned this somewhere before I apologise but for me the message that sticks out clearly is to not judge a book by it's cover. This here is a lesson that I seem to be educating a lot of people over in aussieland that's for sure and the class size keeps on growing. After initially engaging eye contact with people apparently I come across as a hard faced gangster who maybe suspect to robbing you off your posessions if you look at me the wrong way.....stereotype maybe?!? Often or not when people get to know to me they realise I not actually that bad of a person (or so I've been told!). I cast my mind back to earlier this year when I was out partying in Brisbane and I met a young guy who looked like he was a few apples short of a cider but when I got to know him he came across as a very intelligent guy who was a small business owner and was currently studying a masters degree all at the tender age of 23 which most definitely puts the saying clearly into perspective...good on him I say!!! Whatever you do next folks when you meet someone new, please take the time out to get to know them properly because you never know what values they may bring to the table when you need them most.
Until next time, take care of yourself and each other
Forde Esq.
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