The Lead Up

How did Lyndon end up half way across the other world in the land of Ire? To answer this profound and introspective question I guess we have to look a little retrospectively.

About 4 months ago it was decided that my life had come to some point of overwhelming stagnation and that it was time to leave the beautiful, always perfect weather of Perth. To celebrate this, a small, exclusive, invite-only gathering was held at my always transient residence of Subi. Here many a blood alcohol level did rise. Gin was flavour of the month and hence started the slow degeneration of co-ordinated neuronal synapsing. Soon lil' Sars was taking random crotch shots and drunky funky Sars deciding to drive (against medical advice) straight into a booze bus but somehow pulled off a miraculous 0.00.... She was so proud.

On arrival to Bris-vegas, I was met with what can only be descibed as a situation crisis, invloving pretty much everything dear to me. A project, appealing to the venture capitalistic hemisphere of my brain, did emerge. From the firey re-union of Lyndon and Trosticles did emerge an immaculate conception in the form of Frucao. Joke : What do a lawyer and doctor do after they finish their tedious uni degrees? Answer: They give it all up to sell ice cream at the povo flea markets. Yep that's right, I became an ice-creamereer. Well it's not really ice cream. After much struggling to explain to our customers exactly what it was we were selling, we decided that Frucao was a non-carcinogenic, very healthy, refreshing medium between ice cream and sorbet. Kind of like snow, but creamy. For all our hard work, our first day of trading yeilded a net profit of $90, which worked out to be about $1 an hour for each of us. Anyway, it was fun. You actually become quite poopular as an ice creamerer, and honestly don't I look good as one?

Other things done

1. Gave thanks to the beer dieties with one Australia's leading men's shoe designers.

See the shoes at http://www.veinwear.com

2. Befriended a russian

3. Attended group therapy

4. Became a yokel

Finally before we depart from Brisbane, I should probably introduce you to one of my new infatuations. I picked her up at a store in Perth and introduced her to my parents. She was considered a rarity in our world, one in three hundred. For what really could only be described in song, our relationship was intense as it was short lived and eventually I had to disconnect. I left her locked up in a little black box, the pieces of which will be picked up another day. A picture, so you may see her in all her glory.

As I was sardining what I considered to myself as bare essential clothing into the biggest rolling suitacase available, I couldn't help but think just how homeless I was. That's not to say that I'm a vagrant, but in the last 18 months I've moved 7 times, involving just as many houses, 3 cities and 2 countries. My earthly pssesions, friends and family scattered everywhere. For some stupid reason, I keep up-rooting myself and starting again. Stupid, stupid me.