Beanie Clad House Guest |
I’m cold. After months of complaining about the heat now I’m trying hard not to complain about the cold. And it’s not really that cold. Whilst I sit shivering at breakfast my hosts wonder around in shorts and T-shirts looking on incredulously at their beanie clad house guest. I imagine my blood has thinned or whatever you call it. Having said all that it’s a real joy to slumber in a cool bedroom.
So what of Sydney? For the Englishman, visiting Australia is like seeing England in the reflection of one of those crazy mirrors which were once so popular at fairgrounds. One feels a faint glimmer of recognition of an old England exported to this remote enclave but the original image has been distorted by a different climate, flora and fauna and 200 hundred odd years of ozzy fermentation - RIPPER !
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