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New House

Hi all,

I’ve got a new house.  I moved in over the last two weekends – but didn’t want to tell anyone in case it turned out to be another scam.  But, now I live there - and can proudly announce that I am a permanent resident of Clapham Road.

Some vague details:  I now dwell in Oval – of The Oval fame.  Yep – I live within 5 minutes walk of London’s second most famous cricket ground.  If my precedent of living 5 minutes from the MCG in Melbourne holds true – I will never actually step foot in The Oval.  I live with one other guy – a polish chap who’s been living in London for 8 years.  My highly-refined gay-dar sets off whenever he’s around – but I haven’t asked him if he actually is gay or not… I guess I’ll find out one day, one way or the other.  I’ve got a rather good sized room – big enough for bed, couch, entire wall of closet-space (insert your own gay joke – because I ain’t doing it for you), and a desk which also stretches for an entire wall.  Bored yet?  I also have a jacuzzi.  And a massive kitchen – bigger than most London flats in their entirety.

Anybody who’s interested in more details, such as the actual address – send me an email.  I have too many enemies (and creepy admirers) to post my actual address in the open.  (You know who you are).

Not much other news.  I’m slowly taking steps towards getting a motorcycle licence.  I’ve got so far as getting the form for swapping my NZ licence for a UK one thus far.

I don’t have a proper landline available at my new place, so international phone calls might become even more of a rarity.  Hopefully I’ll be getting a microphone for my laptop soon – and will be able to talk to the technologically-equipped of you via Skype or MSN.

2 Responses to “New House”

  1. bob Says:

    Good you see you are still a functioning member of society! Raking in those big pounds sterling I bet, blah, blah, blah.

    keep up the blog – reading it stops me from having to do actual work or have actual life – well at least one that doesn’t involve baby poo and the wiggles (damn that aussie export, worse than fosters) – so have a (virtual) beer on me !

  2. miss elise Says:

    Turns out the Wiggles have made it to Italy, too. I don’t understand. I DON’T.

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