Australians...

Well im here at last. I arrived at about 8.30 AM Honkers time, found a bus to my Hostel, and am now back at the Airport from the city via the metro train waiting for a certain Miss Greaves. I eventually flew with Quantas Air because British Airways were still not letting me on the plane from the terrorism threat at Heathrow. Once I checked mty bags in and was on the other side I knew i would get on the plane and was very happy that things seemed to be working out. Then two things happened one good and one bad. Firstly I lost my return ticket to the UK, I have the reciept bit but not the actual thing itself. Somewhere in the mahem between me checking in and boarding it vanished (yes mum and dad, i'm well aware i'm a dickhead). The good thing was that when I was boarding, the last girl at the computer looked me up and down, said i was "quite a big lad", told me to wait and tapped away at her keyboard. I thought she was just making an observant comment but upon boarding it turns out she put me on a seat with an exit door. To say I had plenty of legroom was an understatement. i was sat next to two suited up Australian guys who were about 40 years old. They were without a doubt the most crudest people i've ever met. for example a stewardess would bend down to pick something up and one of them loud enough for her to hear would say "i'd like to get to the bottop of that". I swear Australians are twenty years socially behind the rest of the world. i half expected them to start picking each others hair for nits and playing with their poo... And they got worse the more they drunk. Anyway, Robyn is due in any time now so i'm going to go and wander the airport as my time is up on this computer. B xxx