New Year, old car, new flat and no job
Happy 2005!
I very nearly sent this e-mail to you yesterday morning and if I had it would have gone on about the great Christmas, very strangely playing sports, eating barbeques and walking around in a pair of board shorts. The e-mail would've told of the great road trip to Melbourne with the boys, how good it was to fire up old Brucetta (for the record as no one appears to realise it, Brucetta is the Australian interpretation of' Waynetta' - ie rough bird! - not a badly spelt piece of roasted italian bread, commonly served with garlic and tomatoes) and of getting ridiculously drunk in Canberra the nations capital as there was nothing else to do there.
Yes yesterday I'd of told a tale of New Years Eve in a park overlooking the harbour and watching fireworks explode over the Opera House with a crowd of friends from home, here and from my many travels. I'd probably of mentioned seeing wild koalas, eating emu steaks and how I inadvertently started my corpse counting again (added 14 more roos to bring the total to 561 and unfortunately 2 koalas).
I'd of spoken of a days cricket at the MCG, of the Great Ocean Road, the 12 Apostles, Bells Beach and two rather impressive tire blow outs as Brucetta struggled towards the 20,000km mark with me but not today....
Not today because yesterday afternoon made yesterday the strangest day of my trip and possible my life!!! It all started well enough, a job interview where I got yet another job I didn't want (so yes still unemployed having finished my 3 months at the last place - will have to take bad job soon as my body appears to be reacting against the lack of alcohol I'm having to subject it to) but soon after midday there was a knock on my door.
I opened it to three people in suits claiming to be the building managers and they needed to inspect the flat, they told me that my landlord was illegally sub-letting and that we had about a week to vacate.
They then left only to return with our landlord and soon after the police at which point our landlord locked himself in the flat and told us we wouldn't get out bond (deposit) back it week opened the door (the police were now pounding on it!). Then it got funny, he tied bed sheets together, threw them over the 3rd floor balcony and climbed down (watched too many Jackie Chan films I think), I let the police in who came charging through and on discovering him gone ran out again clutching their guns.
It turned out they had discovered that morning he was an illegal immigrant so were trying to arrest him but didn't have warrants so couldn't force their way in, d'oh! The unfortunate upshot of all this is that our landlord is gone (with about $3500 bond from the flat which we'll never see again) and we have been given 7 days to leave, fun fun fun.
After all that I ended the day on a high firstly trying to sell his electrical equipment to a porn shop to recoup some bond then watching The Goonies in an open air cinema, class!
Hope things are as exciting with you,
Bye for now
Jonathan
Ps. Anyone fancy getting married in the next 8 years, there's half of three cases of Dom Perignon in it for you! (bit of a bet on, will explain all to applicants...)
Pps. sorry this turned into an epic but it has been a while and yesterdays story just had to be told!
I very nearly sent this e-mail to you yesterday morning and if I had it would have gone on about the great Christmas, very strangely playing sports, eating barbeques and walking around in a pair of board shorts. The e-mail would've told of the great road trip to Melbourne with the boys, how good it was to fire up old Brucetta (for the record as no one appears to realise it, Brucetta is the Australian interpretation of' Waynetta' - ie rough bird! - not a badly spelt piece of roasted italian bread, commonly served with garlic and tomatoes) and of getting ridiculously drunk in Canberra the nations capital as there was nothing else to do there.
Yes yesterday I'd of told a tale of New Years Eve in a park overlooking the harbour and watching fireworks explode over the Opera House with a crowd of friends from home, here and from my many travels. I'd probably of mentioned seeing wild koalas, eating emu steaks and how I inadvertently started my corpse counting again (added 14 more roos to bring the total to 561 and unfortunately 2 koalas).
I'd of spoken of a days cricket at the MCG, of the Great Ocean Road, the 12 Apostles, Bells Beach and two rather impressive tire blow outs as Brucetta struggled towards the 20,000km mark with me but not today....
Not today because yesterday afternoon made yesterday the strangest day of my trip and possible my life!!! It all started well enough, a job interview where I got yet another job I didn't want (so yes still unemployed having finished my 3 months at the last place - will have to take bad job soon as my body appears to be reacting against the lack of alcohol I'm having to subject it to) but soon after midday there was a knock on my door.
I opened it to three people in suits claiming to be the building managers and they needed to inspect the flat, they told me that my landlord was illegally sub-letting and that we had about a week to vacate.
They then left only to return with our landlord and soon after the police at which point our landlord locked himself in the flat and told us we wouldn't get out bond (deposit) back it week opened the door (the police were now pounding on it!). Then it got funny, he tied bed sheets together, threw them over the 3rd floor balcony and climbed down (watched too many Jackie Chan films I think), I let the police in who came charging through and on discovering him gone ran out again clutching their guns.
It turned out they had discovered that morning he was an illegal immigrant so were trying to arrest him but didn't have warrants so couldn't force their way in, d'oh! The unfortunate upshot of all this is that our landlord is gone (with about $3500 bond from the flat which we'll never see again) and we have been given 7 days to leave, fun fun fun.
After all that I ended the day on a high firstly trying to sell his electrical equipment to a porn shop to recoup some bond then watching The Goonies in an open air cinema, class!
Hope things are as exciting with you,
Bye for now
Jonathan
Ps. Anyone fancy getting married in the next 8 years, there's half of three cases of Dom Perignon in it for you! (bit of a bet on, will explain all to applicants...)
Pps. sorry this turned into an epic but it has been a while and yesterdays story just had to be told!
posted by JP at 7:51 pm
