So after a disappointing Xmas day, it was upto Boxing day to pack a punch and leave it's mark over this failing festive period (Pun definitely intended!). After taking a weary stroll into the CBD there was a common theme emerging outside almost high street shops as men were left to their own devices while their other half "shopped til they dropped" in the traditional Boxing Day sales. One look inside Topshop was enough to signal that I had no part to play in this day of madness as females were acting more weird and crazy than "that time of the month".
So enough of the women bashing and back into tourist mode as I unveiled new territory in my Australian adventure after taking a trip up to the Central Coast to see what it had to offer. After enduring a long and painful 2 hour journey of over aggressive grandparents and excitable children I finally arrived at Gosford with my head in my hands thinking outloud "What have I let myself in for". Now to the untrained eye, this place looked like a ghost town and all I needed was a ball of tumbleweed and some burnt out buildings to send me packing back on the next train to Sydney but I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and explore in more detail in hope of some life in this city branded the best beaches in New South Wales.
So from what I can gather, they have more than meets the eye in this place after sailing through Erina Shopping Centre before heading to Terrigal Beach to see if the myth was indeed true. Now usually I don't get too hyped up about beaches after spending the past year travelling through Australia lounging on beach after beach after beach and to me they pretty much all look the same but I can see why this place gets rave reviews. Also, with this admiration for sand and water definitely brings the need to reveal as much flesh as possible in what can only be described as "boob weather"....not that I was complaining of course as I'm sure I encountered more breast than a KFC oven but "hey" who counting?!?
So after Beastfest 2012 once again I found myself in the depths of Sydney smut which is also known to Sydneysiders as Kings Cross embarking on another night out of tales and musical torture. After exiting some terrible venues with poor attendances and even worse talent I was in search of place to get the party started. Ironically, my prayers got answered in an odd fashion after exchanging words with a car full of insinuating Armenian girls whose sole goals in life were to "breed up" some babies that look like Chris Brown...thank goodness I look more like Chris Rock than Mr. Happy Slap over there so I was able to "side step" that offer of a lifetime and move swiftly on to the Backroom Club to escape babyfather hell that evening. Unfortunately, this scenario was definitetly the common theme of the night as women were as horny as a hooker on double pay...it must be the festive season or something?!? I even got my ass groped my a random guy who thought it would be funny to blame the nearest girl to me to get a reaction out of me...not cool buddy...not cool.
So after waking up to my team getting thrashed (thanks Arsenal fans for ever so carefully reminding me btw!) I found myself at church for the last service of the year. After a 3 week hiatus I actually appreciated being back in the lords crib full of nutjobs and bible bashers...I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder ay? So this week while "people watching" I managed to spot a family who are obviously not fans of church tunes as whenever a hymn was played they plugged their fingers firmly in their ears in protest...Several encores later I'm sure they must of dug out a clear tunnel through to their brain so what was really on their mind in their feeble attempt to block out Hillsongs songs of worship. The message for this service was emphatically labelled "Expectation" where the pastor challenged the congregation to raise the level of expectation in their lifes for 2013....finally a subject I can get onboard with! When posing the question, he hit hard with some "home truths" regarding what happens as a result of accepting defeat in your own personal quest for happiness and fulfilment in life....WOW....for me....in other words he mean't...I gotta step my game up in 2013...note taken!!!
So on comes Monday which wasn't just any other Monday. This was the end of the year which has seen me travel through the realms of Australia and meet some awesome people and enjoy some fantastic experiences...no complaints this year from me although I was hoping Santa Claus would have popped by to drop off a new laptop for xmas but he must of not of got my email...ah well. The day was spent the "traditional" aussie way...(I would like to think).....Eating "snags" aka Sausages on the "Barbie" followed by a couple games of rounders in the park which was perfect way to start off the day gearing up for the night light display. After witnessing the 9pm kiddies fireworks I decided to take a wild stab at trying to get a view of the main fireworks by the harbour to see 2012 off in style with a "B-A-N-G". After heading down to Circular Quay earlier that day the odds of me getting a spot at 11.45pm with cut off curfew of 3pm were pretty much slim to none but somehow I managed to find view of the harbour to witness the best firework display in thr world hosted by Kylie Minogue which rounded off a throughly enjoyable 2012 year in Australia.
Until next year folks
Good luck and have a good year on 2013
Forde Esq.
So enough of the women bashing and back into tourist mode as I unveiled new territory in my Australian adventure after taking a trip up to the Central Coast to see what it had to offer. After enduring a long and painful 2 hour journey of over aggressive grandparents and excitable children I finally arrived at Gosford with my head in my hands thinking outloud "What have I let myself in for". Now to the untrained eye, this place looked like a ghost town and all I needed was a ball of tumbleweed and some burnt out buildings to send me packing back on the next train to Sydney but I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and explore in more detail in hope of some life in this city branded the best beaches in New South Wales.
So from what I can gather, they have more than meets the eye in this place after sailing through Erina Shopping Centre before heading to Terrigal Beach to see if the myth was indeed true. Now usually I don't get too hyped up about beaches after spending the past year travelling through Australia lounging on beach after beach after beach and to me they pretty much all look the same but I can see why this place gets rave reviews. Also, with this admiration for sand and water definitely brings the need to reveal as much flesh as possible in what can only be described as "boob weather"....not that I was complaining of course as I'm sure I encountered more breast than a KFC oven but "hey" who counting?!?
So after Beastfest 2012 once again I found myself in the depths of Sydney smut which is also known to Sydneysiders as Kings Cross embarking on another night out of tales and musical torture. After exiting some terrible venues with poor attendances and even worse talent I was in search of place to get the party started. Ironically, my prayers got answered in an odd fashion after exchanging words with a car full of insinuating Armenian girls whose sole goals in life were to "breed up" some babies that look like Chris Brown...thank goodness I look more like Chris Rock than Mr. Happy Slap over there so I was able to "side step" that offer of a lifetime and move swiftly on to the Backroom Club to escape babyfather hell that evening. Unfortunately, this scenario was definitetly the common theme of the night as women were as horny as a hooker on double pay...it must be the festive season or something?!? I even got my ass groped my a random guy who thought it would be funny to blame the nearest girl to me to get a reaction out of me...not cool buddy...not cool.
So after waking up to my team getting thrashed (thanks Arsenal fans for ever so carefully reminding me btw!) I found myself at church for the last service of the year. After a 3 week hiatus I actually appreciated being back in the lords crib full of nutjobs and bible bashers...I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder ay? So this week while "people watching" I managed to spot a family who are obviously not fans of church tunes as whenever a hymn was played they plugged their fingers firmly in their ears in protest...Several encores later I'm sure they must of dug out a clear tunnel through to their brain so what was really on their mind in their feeble attempt to block out Hillsongs songs of worship. The message for this service was emphatically labelled "Expectation" where the pastor challenged the congregation to raise the level of expectation in their lifes for 2013....finally a subject I can get onboard with! When posing the question, he hit hard with some "home truths" regarding what happens as a result of accepting defeat in your own personal quest for happiness and fulfilment in life....WOW....for me....in other words he mean't...I gotta step my game up in 2013...note taken!!!
So on comes Monday which wasn't just any other Monday. This was the end of the year which has seen me travel through the realms of Australia and meet some awesome people and enjoy some fantastic experiences...no complaints this year from me although I was hoping Santa Claus would have popped by to drop off a new laptop for xmas but he must of not of got my email...ah well. The day was spent the "traditional" aussie way...(I would like to think).....Eating "snags" aka Sausages on the "Barbie" followed by a couple games of rounders in the park which was perfect way to start off the day gearing up for the night light display. After witnessing the 9pm kiddies fireworks I decided to take a wild stab at trying to get a view of the main fireworks by the harbour to see 2012 off in style with a "B-A-N-G". After heading down to Circular Quay earlier that day the odds of me getting a spot at 11.45pm with cut off curfew of 3pm were pretty much slim to none but somehow I managed to find view of the harbour to witness the best firework display in thr world hosted by Kylie Minogue which rounded off a throughly enjoyable 2012 year in Australia.
Until next year folks
Good luck and have a good year on 2013
Forde Esq.
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