not sure mate, think it's between grade 2 and 3. Bobby did it obviously!! it looks nearly as bad as your hair so i cant wait for it to grow back! have u got a job yet?

in good time guys - pace yourselves the interesting photos will be posted anon - they were just from a digital videocamera when my proper camera gets developed i can promise a more interesting selection xxx. What grade have you shaved your head ali!?!

dear buddy,
is there any chance of you doing something remotely exciting in Australia? At least then you could post up some photos that might be worth looking at! currently, i am trying to figure out how to post a picture of my newly shaven head to amuse all and sundry. advice and mickey-taking are welcome. bring it on.

Well done with the picture update in your photo album. I can't believe you still haven't got a job, have you applied at the pet store yet? Perhaps Pet Shop Management might become a reality after all with your degree!! Anyway, whatever you're doing out there is probably more fun than in England. Absolutely b***** all is happening here other than a few parties. I'm getting slightly better at Pro Evo, I managed to sneek a win by playing as England against Brazil under 5*, but only won on penalties after 0-0 draw.

XXXX, XXXX, XXXX - i'd pay considerable amounts of money for an English Bitter right now......mmmmm Ruddles....or perhaps Speckled Hen mmmmmmm.

Have had a cracking job thought- become a jackeroo (sounds better than sheepboy!), anything Prince will can do you can do better (*cough*apart form get into sandhurst). Judging by the photo's from your US trip you are adept at horsemanship and we know you can shoot (kangeroos are bigger than rabbits but the principle's the same,) also it'll be shearing time over there which is a good way to get in shape! The other big thing is that they dare not refuse you given the number of Aussies that invade our farms every year, sending them a brit every once in a while is only fair.
Failing that go be a trucker! I think the lifestyle would suit you miles and miles of open road with nowt to do but work on your RCB interview answers and run over kangaroos.
see it's all about pitching yourself to the right people

To Chris "Ankle-Breaker" Maclean,
Sorry to hear that finding work is such hard work (ha ha!). If it makes things any better, work is overrated, and takes up time that could more more usefully be employed sleeping or driving fast somewhere.
There's a guy here at my work who once fell for a girl from Brisbane. Her family was loaded, and had villas, speedboats, their own island, but it didn't work out. He just couldn't bring himself to marry into a family of ex-convicts. Would it lower his credit rating?
Anyway, perchance, will there be any photos / postcards forthcoming for all us pommy b******s to have a look at?
Good luck with everything,
4th_place.

The only way to get a flipping job in this flipping country is to marry Amanda and become an Australian Citizen! The service will be held on monday - all are welcome - don't be suprised if the bride is out cold or held at gun point at the altar!

Hello Chris "3rd Place" Maclean, hope you're contributing to the Australian GDP by now... Perhaps you have work as a security guard at the XXXX factory (not worth guarding if you ask me), or maybe you could work as a translator (Queen's English to Oz, or vice versa. "Throw us a stubby and some tuck you drongo! Fair dinkum, etc".)
Anyway, watch out for the poisonous snakes, spiders, women, plants, & beer. Over and out.

No jobs yet!! Had Agency interviews all week and a few office ones however they all offered crap pay and mind numbingly boring roles. Played "Touch" last night for Amandas office team. A virgin at this particular version of rugby i called on all memories from the days of my union prowess - looking to make a great impression and flying the nations flag, i played with the same kind of dedication and commitment that only myself and the great J Wilkinson can comprehend. 2 minutes play left in the game, the call was to jog it up and recycle wait for the gap (we were only in turn over one), well the ball's rolled back and shipped out to yours truely who with hawk like vision spots a gap opening in their defence - cutting a hodgson like running angle and with drag car acceleration i head towards the girl (mixed teams) that stands between me and the 50 yard run to the try line. Looking for the shimmy onto the right foot and the lightning change of direction to cut inside i was foiled by the dew ridden ground and the feet lost it, a last gasp attempt to keep upright saw me plant a shoe on the petrified girls ankle before wiping out completely and skidding to a halt having made 10 metres of ground and booking the poor young sheila an appointment with casulty for a sprained ankle. I lay there feigning my own injury and tried to decide whether it was infact possible to dig through the centre of the earth and reappear in the Georgian House Grounds! Needless to say i recieved the muffled "thanks for turning up and filling in" remarks however i doubt career in "touch" will continue much further.

$40 present eh? Thats only a couple of jars of Crondall Bell Ringer's Marmalade - pity you didn't take a few more out (+ marmite & scottish shortcake - the natives go wild about these). Come on then - have you landed anything yet that brings in some cash? William has moved into your room and his is occupied by Tom B tonight.
Its a whole week since you left - its minus 1 degrees outside so lets have some of those digital photos of sunshine and sand!

This'll make you feel right foolish. this weekend we went to the pub and then walked home across the muddy fields in the freezing night. I've now got a cold as a result. You could have come but you were stuck in oz. Oh well we all make mistakes. maybe when you get back we'll take you with us just so you havent missed out.... and you missed elton john getting an ivor novello award! Are you starting to reaslise what you are missing? I'm off for a lemsip while you think about it.