Dear everyone.
This will be the last update again for a few weeks. I will be traveling a lot and im not too sure if i will have time to update.
Il be sure to post up a massive update when I get back to Sydney for Christmas.
Well the day has finally arrived. After a very long weekend of drinking, dancing, feasting, un-adulterated fun and some skinny dipping Conor and I are leaving Melbourne. Im sad to be leaving because i feel like its been like a home away from home. I have a very tight group of friends here. Ones I hope to keep for life. Some people I wish I had met earlier in my stay. Im sorry that this is so short but Im pressed for time. When I should have been packing I was sleeping or arseing around.
Il leave you all with this.
If i go missing..........DONT TOUCH MY STUFF
Peace
Redman
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Horseing around
Lucky breaks, lucky draws and lucky runs
Just spent the week feeding the rich, getting bad horse tips and learning to hate ridiculously rich people. All loathing of wealthy fat people in suits aside the week was pretty cool. I worked in the most expensive club in the flemmington complex. Flemington has about 15-20 bar/restaurants which range from a shack where you can buy a 7 year old sausage roll from a one eyed, buckled old woman to where I was working where you can have pheasant stuffed with swan stuffed with gold and all glazed with tears of the poor. The Chairman's Club is a 40,000 dollar a year high society club where 59 year old men and their 24 year old girlfriends can be fed and pampered by very well trained staff and some kick ass chefs. The first order I had to run with was for a 200 dollar bottle of champagne. They drank one glass and left the rest to go flat in the silver lined ice bucket. I kept thinking that it would have been better if they had just gave me the 200 dollars and we all would have been happy. These people, in my view, dont have a grasp on the true value of money. They put down 500 quid on a horse only to loose it and then they simply react by saying "Ah it was only 500 dollars" They honestly pissed me off. Despite the rich egos and money wasting I did kind of enjoy it. I had the best view of the race course and some of the tips I got were well placed. In fact on the last day I manged to turn 3 dollars into 76 dollars
which I think is a good win.
Australia Vs Sri-Lanka
I also had the pleasure of watching 7 and a half hours of cricket. 450 minutes of no-stop blitzing cricket action surrounded by crazy cricket supporters. I watched more sport in that day than I have in my entire life. Cricket, once you understand it, is actually a cool sport. What made this particular match excellent was that there was a total of 19000 people in the stadium. 3 Irish guys, 997 ozzies and 18000 Sri Lankans. Lanka were kicking the Ozzies asses and they were loving it. It took Connor 7 hours to explain what was going on but I fully understood and for the last half an hour I got that you get to dance every 2 minutes and sing "Go that guy, go that guy, go."
The Lanka boys were living it up. Here I was thinking that cricket was about as entertaining as having your eyeballs flogged but I was surrounded buy by men who I can only describe as looking like drug smugglers from Del Monty Island singing with a brass band and roaring abuse at the Ozzy team. I have to say it was freaking awesome. I have a 2 simple photos to describe how the day went.
It went from not understanding the game
to this...........
I dont think I need to say anything else.
2 weeks to go until Cunningham and I hit the road on our awesome adventure tour of the east coast. Il be sure to update again before I leave.
Redman out
Just spent the week feeding the rich, getting bad horse tips and learning to hate ridiculously rich people. All loathing of wealthy fat people in suits aside the week was pretty cool. I worked in the most expensive club in the flemmington complex. Flemington has about 15-20 bar/restaurants which range from a shack where you can buy a 7 year old sausage roll from a one eyed, buckled old woman to where I was working where you can have pheasant stuffed with swan stuffed with gold and all glazed with tears of the poor. The Chairman's Club is a 40,000 dollar a year high society club where 59 year old men and their 24 year old girlfriends can be fed and pampered by very well trained staff and some kick ass chefs. The first order I had to run with was for a 200 dollar bottle of champagne. They drank one glass and left the rest to go flat in the silver lined ice bucket. I kept thinking that it would have been better if they had just gave me the 200 dollars and we all would have been happy. These people, in my view, dont have a grasp on the true value of money. They put down 500 quid on a horse only to loose it and then they simply react by saying "Ah it was only 500 dollars" They honestly pissed me off. Despite the rich egos and money wasting I did kind of enjoy it. I had the best view of the race course and some of the tips I got were well placed. In fact on the last day I manged to turn 3 dollars into 76 dollars
which I think is a good win.
Australia Vs Sri-Lanka
I also had the pleasure of watching 7 and a half hours of cricket. 450 minutes of no-stop blitzing cricket action surrounded by crazy cricket supporters. I watched more sport in that day than I have in my entire life. Cricket, once you understand it, is actually a cool sport. What made this particular match excellent was that there was a total of 19000 people in the stadium. 3 Irish guys, 997 ozzies and 18000 Sri Lankans. Lanka were kicking the Ozzies asses and they were loving it. It took Connor 7 hours to explain what was going on but I fully understood and for the last half an hour I got that you get to dance every 2 minutes and sing "Go that guy, go that guy, go."
The Lanka boys were living it up. Here I was thinking that cricket was about as entertaining as having your eyeballs flogged but I was surrounded buy by men who I can only describe as looking like drug smugglers from Del Monty Island singing with a brass band and roaring abuse at the Ozzy team. I have to say it was freaking awesome. I have a 2 simple photos to describe how the day went.
It went from not understanding the game
to this...........
I dont think I need to say anything else.
2 weeks to go until Cunningham and I hit the road on our awesome adventure tour of the east coast. Il be sure to update again before I leave.
Redman out
Monday, November 1, 2010
Redman rage
A few simple steps to make a red man rage.
1. Get him up early
2. Make it rain really, really hard.
3. Make him walk in the rain to a packed tram
4. Make the tram late.
5. When he gets off the tram surround him by people moving really slowly
6. Make him work in a really shitty uniform thats 10 sizes too big for him
7. Make him run EVERWHERE
8. When he gets his break make sure all the food is gone
9. Make him finish early when he is getting saturday rates
10. Make him walk in the rain again
11. Fill a train with extremely drunk people and put Redman in the middle
12. Stop the train for about 15 minutes 3 meters away from his station.
13. Make the drunk people talk to him about how much money they have to waste on horses
14. Make him walk in the rain......again
15. Finally when he looks in his cubard ensure he has already eaten everything he had.
Rage
How to make him happy
1. Feed him
Thats it. Maybe give him gifts.....and tell him hes hansom.......and clever.
1. Get him up early
2. Make it rain really, really hard.
3. Make him walk in the rain to a packed tram
4. Make the tram late.
5. When he gets off the tram surround him by people moving really slowly
6. Make him work in a really shitty uniform thats 10 sizes too big for him
7. Make him run EVERWHERE
8. When he gets his break make sure all the food is gone
9. Make him finish early when he is getting saturday rates
10. Make him walk in the rain again
11. Fill a train with extremely drunk people and put Redman in the middle
12. Stop the train for about 15 minutes 3 meters away from his station.
13. Make the drunk people talk to him about how much money they have to waste on horses
14. Make him walk in the rain......again
15. Finally when he looks in his cubard ensure he has already eaten everything he had.
Rage
How to make him happy
1. Feed him
Thats it. Maybe give him gifts.....and tell him hes hansom.......and clever.
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