Been a good couple of days and ive done absolute diddly, of the squat variety. Ive been hanging out in Yeronga, playing guitar and watching some funny and some disturbing things on my friends laptop. It has been a real cultural exchange except that I offered nothing apart from choosing what Bealtes songs to sing. Who would have thought an Australian would be bringing some culture to the party, it truly is an evolving nation. Ive watched an aussie comedy called 'We Could be Heroes', its kind of an office/little britain/bo selecta hybrid so it hits all the right notes for me. I was also introduced to a 'custard apple', which id never heard of before, it was nice but just tasted like a pear to me. Ive also started to wonder why the Starbucks people always ask 'do you require room for milk' in your tea. Does anyone not require some milk in their tea? Surely people don't go into Starbucks for tea flavoured boiling water, of course I f*cking want room for milk. My other worry is that I could die from my new addiction to Raspberry White Chocolate muffins, it would be an excellent way to go however. Ive become such a Starbucks wh*re these past couple of months, im going to have to put a big sign by the kitchen at home saying 'tea this way' just to remind me to fight the urge to go and find a coffee shop. A rather rude man in a suit abused a big issue seller yesterday and I overheard the big issue seller shouting back "oh your a big man aern't ya, do you know how cold it will be tonight?". COLD? COLD! P1ss off cold, tell that to the hardcore homeless in London. It must be a piece of cake to be homeless in the tropical climate of OZ. Look, im now taunting the homeless with my 'piece of cake' analogy. So jaywalking is a crime in Queensland, I'd heard rumours of this via Nicola but today it was confirmed by police waiting by pedestrian crossings and fining any poor opportunistic f*cker who happens to nip across when the road is clear and the green man isn't flashing. What a shameless revenue making crock of sh1t law that is. And no, I wasn't the poor opportunistic f*cker who was caught. My hair needs a good chop and I need a proper shave but I guess the extra hair will help me keep warm on those long cold nights up in Cairns as of tomorrow...whatever.