Mum and Auntie Jean in Sydney!

The past two weeks or so have been crazy busy in the land of Oz, so I have decided to try and condense this blog post somewhat by just catching up on the main events, rather than a day-to-day account. It should still be fairly long though and there will be lots and lots of pictures to enjoy too!

Paramore and You Me at Six

It truly does seem like months ago now, but Saturday the 11th of January meant it was finally time for the Paramore gig we had been looking forward to since purchasing tickets some months ago. I didn't do much for most of the morning, then afterwards met Jessica once she had finished work; before heading for the train, we stopped by Mad Mex to get some pre-gig food and a Corona. I hadn't been to Mad Mex here before but it was excellent - just like Taco Mazama in Glasgow. We caught the train from Central out towards the Olympic Park, whilst taking some cruel pleasure in spotting the emo-teens who were clearly also on their way to see Paramore.

Once we arrived at the Allphones Arena, we made our way inside and headed straight to the arena floor where You Me at Six had already started playing their support set. I hadn't seen either of the bands before and though I had heard that YMAS were very good live, I wasn't too impressed - they were pretty decent but not great. After they went off stage, we went and grabbed a drink before heading back into the arena, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Paramore. Fairly soon, the lights dropped, the music started and the curtain dropped to reveal Hayley Williams on a huge big podium smashing out the opening lines to "Grow Up." The whole set was fantastic and they totally outshone YMAS; it was a really good gig and I enjoyed it far more than I thought I would, to be honest.

I did also manage to capture a few decent snaps during the show.

The next day, we headed to Watson's Bay to spend the day at the beach. I also enjoyed my first Doyle's fish and chips - well worth the wait, it has to be said - as well as seeing a cruise ship sailing out between the two heads from the harbour.

On Tuesday night, Claire, Jess and I headed to the Rose Pub near the uni campus to take advantage of their cheap pizza night. We were out to celebrate Claire's final few days living in the flat before she headed home to Singapore, before moving back to her new apartment in Sydney. We had a few drinks and our pizza and took part in the pub quiz which was great fun, although we weren't particularly successful and relied on Google almost entirely for many questions!

Sydney 6ers v Hobart Hurricanes at the Sydney Cricket Ground

After spending quite some time in an attempt to find a cricket match which everyone was available to go and see, tickets for the T20 Big Bash League match between Sydney and Hobart were finally purchased for Wednesday. We headed along quite early, collected our tickets and made our way to the 'Entertainment Quarter' where we found an Irish bar and enjoyed a drink before the game. With some time to spare before the match was due to start, we headed to the stadium and found our seats; it had only cost us $20 each for gold level seats, as students, which was amazing value for money and the view did not disappoint.

The two teams warming up before the match, with a great view of the city in the background.

Unlike Test cricket, such as the recent Ashes series, Twenty20 cricket is a lot more casual. Music is played during most of the match and there are cheerleaders and lots of colourful flags and beach balls in the crowd. It's very American - including a Dance-Cam and a Kiss-Cam which were shown on the big screen! At one point, two familiar faces popped up on the giant scoreboard and we quickly realised that Jay and Simon from the Inbetweeners were in attendance. They're currently in Australia filming their new movie.

After the match finished - which Sydney won after taking a handful of late wickets - we caught the bus back to Central station and I headed off to bed, expecting an early airport run in the morning to meet Mum and Auntie Jean. However, after waking to the sound of my alarm, I discovered a message informing me that all of the flights to Sydney from Hong Kong had been full and they were still in the airport. Disaster. I immediately got up and started browsing the web for flights, but to no avail - at least initially. Eventually, after some hours of searching, various phone calls and attempting to create some kind of back-up plan, two seats were found on a flight leaving Hong Kong on Thursday night. I went to work on Thursday evening then had an early night, in preparation for heading to the airport at 7am the next morning.

Mum and Auntie Jean arrive in Sydney!

Another early rise, but at least today there was something to look forward to! I caught the train out to the airport and made my way to the international arrivals gate; after a short wait which felt like hours, my mum and Auntie Jean appeared and we had a big catch-up cuddle. Gladly, everyone was in control of the water-works and there were no tears - happy days! Haha! We caught a taxi from the airport to the hotel where they would be living for the duration of their stay, the Novotel at Rockford, next to Darling Harbour and the Chinese Gardens.

After they were both showered, changed and freshened up from the gruelling journey across the globe - they spent around 30 hours in Hong Kong airport alone - we headed out into the city to see some of the sights. We walked along a large part of George Street and out to the Royal Botanic Gardens, down the the Opera House to see the harbour and the bridge, where we stopped for some brunch at the Opera House Bar - which was enjoyed with a glass of champagne. Not a bad way to start a trip in Sydney. Once brunch was finished, we walked back through the city, stopped off at Paddy's Market to buy some fruit and then back to the hotel. The travellers were pretty jet-lagged and generally exhausted, I think, so we agreed that they would have an hour or two of sleep, whilst I headed home. Two hours later, I arrived back at the door of the hotel room and nearly had to knock it down before I got a response - both Mum and Auntie Jean clearly enjoying their sleep! We headed out for dinner at an Italian restaurant called Criniti's in Darling Harbour, before they returned to their hotel, still very tired, and I walked back to my flat.

It was a beautiful, sunny day the next morning, so the three of us caught the ferry over to Manly from Circular Quay. After taking a walk along the main street and wandering into some of the shops, we found a place to have some lunch before making our way to the Manly Sea-Life Sanctuary. Whilst it was considerably smaller than the other aquarium in Darling Harbour, I really enjoyed it and saw an abundance of amazing and unique creatures. Again though, the sharks were the clear stand out.

An amazing little fish, with zebra-style stripes.

Probably the best shark photo which we managed to capture - they really are difficult to get on camera.

After the Sea-Life centre, we spent some time chilling out at the beach before we made the obligatory trip to the Four Pines brewery for a beer. After our drinks, we caught the ferry back to Circular Quay and headed home.

Back to the Blue Mountains

Whilst discussing exactly what Mum and Auntie Jean wanted to see and do with their time in Sydney, the Blue Mountains jumped out as an early favourite. Although I had been before, I was looking forward to returning to Echo Point and Wentworth Falls, which had been so enthralling the first time around. We caught an early train out of Central Station, our destination Katoomba, almost exactly two hours away; not only is the public transport far better here, it's virtually always exactly on time as well. After arriving in Katoomba - having eaten nearly all of the food we had taken along with us - we first headed for a shop to buy more. Once the priorities were sorted out, we began walking out the Echo Point lookout, where you can see the Three Sisters rocks.

Auntie Jean and I with the mountains in the background - check how tanned I look here! Excellent!

It wasn't as sunny as the last time I had visited the Blue Mountains, so the blue haze was actually even more visible than before.

Mum and Auntie Jean with the Three Sisters rocks just behind them.

We stopped off for some ice-cream, before heading back to Katoomba and picking up a bottle of wine in Dan Murphy's to have with lunch - a drive through liquor store, still fantastically strange. We enjoyed some bread and cheese with the wine before catching the train a few stops back towards Sydney, alighting the train once more at Wentworth Falls. Apparently sick of walking in the sunshine already, the auld yins decided that we should catch a taxi down to the falls themselves to save us around another hour of trekking. The waterfall was just as spectacular as I remembered and it was really great to go back.

Wentworth Falls from one of the lookout points.

We also spotted this fantastic wild parrot in the trees - superb!

In hindsight, the taxi turned out to be a great decision since a huge storm passed over not long after we were back on the train heading home for Sydney. Much of the train journey home was spent sleeping; it had been another long day.

On Monday, I unfortunately had to work for almost the entire day, so Mum and Auntie Jean went off to see some more of the city on their own. In the evening, after my shift, I met Jessica and we caught the train from Central down the harbour where we caught up with Mum and Auntie Jean. We went for dinner at the Waterfront restaurant - where La Masquerade was still moored! My personal highlight of the evening was the 'chocolate tasting' dessert which was spectacularly good. Afterwards, Jessica and I headed to the Three Wise Monkeys for a few drinks.

Tuesday was spent doing some more sight-seeing in the city: Auntie Jean, Mum and I first heading to the Art Gallery of New South Wales which was a bit underwhelming, if I'm honest. There were some interesting pieces - mostly the older artwork - whilst the "modern art" was largely awful. You have to wonder how this period in art history will be viewed centuries from now; it's almost certainly not going to be revered in the same way which we view work from the time of Da Vinci, Rembrandt or Van Gogh. We also had some lunch at the art gallery and I had the unpleasant of experience of being served some salmon which had clearly gone off - luckily I realised before eating any and enjoyed some complimentary cake, as well as a refund. Not exactly what I had been hoping for from my sandwich. Afterwards, I took the three of us on a quick tour of the uni campus and we stopped by the pool at Victoria Park to relax with a swim before dinner.

Mum and I outside the main university building on campus - I swear we were both happier that she was in Sydney than this picture might suggest!

Hunter Valley Wine Tasting Tour

At some point earlier in the week, the three of us had booked a day trip to the Hunter Valley, where we would be visiting some of the numerous vineyards; the trip involved visits and tastings to around three vineyards, as well as lunch. I made my way down to the hotel where we would be picked up by the mini-bus which would take us to the Hunter Valley, around two hours away. It was another grey, rainy day - unfortunately there were a few of them when Mum and Auntie Jean were here - so the journey didn't exactly make pleasant viewing. We were told that there is usually a lot more to be seen, which we didn't really need to hear, I felt - ignorance is bliss, right? We eventually reached the first vineyard where we enjoyed some fantastic red and white wines, grown right there, on the outskirts of Sydney - and mostly only sold at the cellar door, not to be found in liquor stores or even restaurants.

Inside the first winery which we visited.

Some rows of vines, complete with an entirely untypical Sydney sky.

Some barrels of wine which we saw on the 'behind the scenes' tour at the first winery. Note the fashionista who got in the way of my picture, who's outfit was completed by the worst shoes I've ever witnessed. There are no words.

After visiting another vineyard where we enjoyed the two standout drinks of the day - a fermented Port-style red wine and a Creme de Vin - we stopped for some lunch. The spot for lunch happened to be the location of the McGuigan winery, one of the largest producers in the Hunter Valley and across Australia, where I bought a bottle of their Noon Harvest red. Lian had brought a bottle back to the flat when she visited and it was excellent; again, I learned that it can only be purchased at the cellar door, which explains why I have never been able to find it in Sydney.

We headed home having enjoyed a really great day, once more I slept for quite a bit of the journey back. Later that night, I met up with Jessica and her friend Emma who is here visiting from Scotland, we had some drinks at my flat before heading out to a place called World Bar at Kings Cross. I hadn't been there before but I really enjoyed it and we encountered some real 'characters' inside. At the end of the night, we caught a taxi to McDonalds and then back to my flat, staying up to some stupid hour. It was so late by the time I eventually went to sleep that I was seriously considering staying up the extra hour or so until the United game kicked off. When I awoke again, I found the game on the internet and watched Sunderland beat United on penalties to dump us out of the Capital One Cup semi finals. This season seems to go from bad to worse at every possible opportunity just now.

Thursday was spent nursing a hangover on Bondi Beach with Mum, Auntie Jean, Jessica and Emma, before I headed home to get ready for work in the afternoon. After work, I joined the girls again as we went out to Bar 100 and then Ivy; we didn't last long and jumped in a taxi home around 1am, all shattered. The next morning, Jessica and Emma were off to begin their trip up the Gold Coast.

River Cruise to Parramatta

Friday started with breakfast at Bill Granger's restaurant in Surry Hills, with Mum and Auntie Jean, where I had a 'Full Aussie breakfast' - my first fry-up, of sorts, in six months! It was well worth the wait and I'm sure I'll be back to Bill's before I fly home. Afterwards, the three of us headed to Circular Quay where we jumped on a ferry up the river towards Parramatta, and back again. The cruise took around 3 hours in total and it was interesting to see some different parts of Sydney from the water. Unfortunately, the sky was rather cloudy once more, so it may have been nicer on a sunny day - but on the other hand, we managed to avoid sunburn!

Full Aussie breakfast at Bill's - delicious!

We spotted some amazing houses along the river cruise, many of which had stunning boats moored outside them.

A huge pelican which we saw quite far up the river, towards Parramatta.

We also stopped off at a cafe in the Rocks where they served genuinely massive slices of lemon meringue pie. I promise they tasted just as good as they look.

Upon returning to Circular Quay, we planned on getting a different ferry out to Watsons Bay. However, there was some confusion over which ferry we were supposed to be on and we ended up taking the short journey to Rose Bay, where the boat about-turned and headed straight back to Circular Quay again. I gave up at this point and suggested we throw in the towel, feeling exhausted and getting increasingly crabbit. We headed home and I had a sleep for an hour or so, before heading back out to go and watch Nadal v Federer in the semi-finals of the Australian Open. We only watched the first set then decided to go and get some food - which ended up being takeaway pizza - and then headed home to bed. I was in serious need of a decent sleep.

Saturday was Mum and Auntie Jean's last full day in Sydney, however I had to work for a few hours in the afternoon, so they went off to do some final shopping. After work, I got changed and headed to their hotel in order to help them move to the other hotel they would be staying in on Saturday night; due to extending their stay by a few days and it being Australia Day weekend, they couldn't get a room in the hotel they were already in. The plan for the evening was dinner at the Meat & Wine Co in Darling Harbour, which I had heard good things about, as well as hopefully taking in the fireworks.

We were very fortunate to have an outstanding table, allowing us to see the fireworks without even having to leave our seats, whilst enjoying an excellent steak, accompanied by a bottle of red wine. An excellent way to end a trip in Sydney - it had been a fantastic and busy week.

Our view from the table at dinner.

Afterwards, it was time to go home and get to bed, since we all had an early rise to go to the airport the next morning.

Mum and Auntie Jean head home and we celebrate Australia Day

Up early again, I headed to meet Mum and Auntie Jean at their hotel; they checked out and we caught a taxi out to the airport. After checking-in at the desk and dropping their luggage off, we found a seat in a cafe and had a coffee. A short while later, it was time to say our goodbyes, as Mum and Auntie Jean headed off through to their departure gate. It was a strange experience waving them off again after six months, knowing it would be a further six months until we saw each other again and it felt odd as I walked away to catch the train back to the city.

After a brief tidy around my flat, I had a look online to see if there was anything interesting happening in the city for Australia Day and I came across a car event, described as the largest meeting of vehicles in the southern hemisphere. Well, that was a decision made. I caught the free bus down to Circular Quay, which was as busy as I had ever seen it before, packed with people flying Australian flags, wearing Australian t-shirts, complete with face paint and hats. It was quite a sight! I made my way around to Macquarie Street where the CARnivale started, stretching for at least a mile or two towards Hyde Park.

An incredibly well kept 1967 Shelby GT500. This particular car had won a couple of Australian national-level concours competitions around 2001.

One of the famous 1965 Shelby GT500E models, better known as Eleanor, from the movie 'Gone in 60 Seconds'. This car even had the registration plate 'LN00RR' and a paint job that must have taken literally tens of hours of work - it was gleaming.

An original 1971 E-Type Jaguar, complete with the registration 'JAG 71E' - very, very nice.

There were also some modern-day cars on display, the highlight of which was certainly this matte black Lambourghini Aventador - costing somewhere in the region of $500,000 US Dollars, depending on the particular specs.

After spending the best part of three hours wandering along the rows of cars, I spent some time at the markets in the Rocks, before heading back to Circular Quay and jumping on a train home. The evening was spent chilling out, before Jess and I decided to order a Dominos pizza to the flat, before the final of the Australian Open started. We sat on the couch with a few beers and our pizzas watching the tennis, which looked as if it was going to turn into one of the all-time great comebacks, as Rafael Nadal played on whilst two sets down and clearly badly injured. However, in the end, his efforts were in vain, as Wawrinka saw him off to win his first major title.

Here's a photo of our Dominos and Nadal having some treatment on his back.

Beady Eye

On Monday night I was off to finally see a Beady Eye gig for the first time; though I had seen them playing an acoustic set at the signing for the last album in HMV, this was the first proper gig. I caught the train to Newtown station and walked a short distance to the Enmore Theatre, where I had to collect my ticket. I was immediately struck by how small the place was and knew it was going to be a great night to see the band up close, in such a small venue.

The Enmore Theatre, beginning to fill up before the gig.

Liam Gallagher and Beady Eye.

Believe it or not, this is only the second closest I've ever seen Liam perform!

The gig was excellent; it had been a long wait to see Beady Eye and gladly, they didn't disappoint. Whilst their own catalogue of songs was great, the clear highlight of the night was when they played a couple of Oasis tunes. On this tour, they've usually been playing 'Rock n Roll Star' as well as 'Morning Glory' however on the night they actually played 'Cigarettes & Alcohol' and 'Wonderwall' - I couldn't believe my luck! I believe since splitting up Oasis, Liam has only sang 'Wonderwall' on two occasions: once at the closing ceremony of the London 2012 Olympic Games and the other here in Sydney. What are the chances, seriously? The band even played an encore of 'Gimme Shelter' by the Rolling Stones, which went down an absolute storm; it has to be said, I think Liam does it even better than Jagger himself, which is quite something. I caught the train home after the gig, another awesome night to remember from my time in Sydney.

On Tuesday, I slept in until almost noon, well in need of some catch-up sleep after my mad week. When I did eventually get up, I headed to Victoria Park pool where I spent most of the afternoon sunbathing and reading. Afterwards, I headed home, made dinner and began writing the bulk of this blog post, which has again taken me far longer than expected to finish. Yesterday, I got up and headed out to hand some more CVs around to local shops and restaurants in the hope of finding a job for the remainder of my time here, but I've had no luck so far. Although, after dropping by Dick Smith - an electrical retailer - a random guy approached me in the shopping centre to ask what kind of job I was seeking. We had a brief chat and he explained that he ran a business doing some kind of internet service sales and was looking for someone to add to the team; he took a copy of my CV and said he would pass it on the relevant people. A bit surreal, but I won't be complaining if it lands me a job. Last night we had an Iglu event where we had to wear Rubix cube colours, which led to some truly wild outfits! It was great to meet some of the new people who have moved in over the past few weeks though and there are plans for a few more events this week.

That's me all caught up now! I promise that I am going to start writing the blog more regularly again - even I'm getting sick of these huge posts which cover two weeks of events. Hopefully I'll have some more interesting things to share soon!

Until next time,
Jamie

Fireworks and Fishes

Much debate raged about the best way to spend New Years Eve here in Sydney, with numerous options available, each with their own persuasive pros and cons. Eventually it was decided to go and meet up with the larger group of international students who planned on heading down to Mrs Macquarie's Point, in the Royal Botanic Gardens, at around 5am. Whilst we had no intention of going so early, we hoped that heading down around 1pm would leave ample time to beat the crowds and find a good spot. It was to be a nice day too; I had caught the weather report on the news the previous night which had said there was "a zero percent chance of rain" whilst displaying a large sun graphic. Ideal. Although, in the flat, we did discuss the merits of claiming there would be absolutely no chance of rain. Surely that's impossible to predict? We shouldn't have tempted fate, really.

On the morning of the 31st itself, I had a long lie before getting up for some breakfast. I spent most of the morning tidying up around my room then packing my rucksack for the day. Since it was supposed to be a beautiful sunny day, I packed a towel and suncream, as well as plenty of water. I met Alex and Jessica outside my flat around lunchtime and we headed to Woolworths to get some food for the day - we were expecting to be sitting outside for around 9 or 10 hours and we had no idea whether there would be an opportunity to get food once we had picked a viewing spot. After sorting our packed-lunches, we headed to Railway Square where we caught the bus down George Street towards Circular Quay. We knew that the group we were heading to meet were in the Royal Botanic Gardens, so we attempted to reach the gardens by walking around the harbour, by the Opera House. Unfortunately we had no idea that the place was highly controlled, so we eventually reached a dead end and had to make our way back to the exit again. Soon, we realised that there was only one way to enter the gardens and began walking in the direction which the signs pointed. When we eventually reached the entrance to the gardens, we found a rather large queue of people, but decided that, clearly, not everyone we could see was actually part of the queue. How wrong we were.

This is the scene which greeted us at the entrance to the gardens. This isn't even the whole queue, since it wound up the hill and around the corner too. We never did manage to see where it stopped eventually!

Deciding quickly that an exercise in patience and aversion to sunstroke was probably not the best approach, we asked a security guy what our best option was. His blunt response made our minds up, "I'll be honest, you're not getting in here." We chose to move on and find another spot. Time was now moving towards 3pm and we were aware that a second entrance to the gardens was to close at that time, making it a seemingly pointless waste of time even trying to go there. As we walked back towards Circular Quay, we noticed signs for the Tarpeian Precinct, which seemed to be a grassy hillside, just behind the Opera House. It was still open when we reached the entrance and after having our bags checked we found a spot on the grass to lay our towels out. Finally.

This was our view of the Harbour Bridge from where we were sat. Unfortunately this photo was taken after clouds had come over to block the brilliant sunshine we had enjoyed for most of the day.

The events for the evening started at around 8pm, not long after it was dark, but in truth there really wasn't much to see until the main fireworks at midnight. We spent the afternoon sunbathing, before the clouds came over and there was a brief rain shower! We couldn't believe it was actually raining again, after also raining on Christmas Day, but we had a laugh once again at the "zero percent chance of rain" quoted by the weather forecast the previous night. In total, we sat on the hill for 9 hours, between 3pm and midnight - only really moving to get food, go to the bar or the toilet. It was a long day.

As the clock ticked on, approaching midnight, people started to gather their things up and walk down to the front of the area to get a better view for the fireworks. We found ourselves in a really great spot to bring in the bells and it was the most spectacular display of fireworks I have ever seen. I think seeing the Sydney Harbour fireworks at New Year is one of those things which everyone would love to see in their lifetime and I was lucky enough to get to see it. It was simply amazing - quite surreal really.

The Harbour Bridge with some of the boats which were lit up on water.

This is best photo I could manage which caught some of the Opera House as well as the Harbour Bridge, which gives an idea of just how good a view we enjoyed.

The fireworks themselves, complete with falling sparklers beneath the bridge.

After the fireworks were finished, we began making our way home with over one million other people, all seemingly headed in the same direction. For the event, the city is essentially shut-down and all the roads are closed to traffic. It was quite amazing to see literally thousands and thousands of people all marching up the middle of streets which you have become used to seeing busy with cars, taxis and buses all day, every day. I eventually got home around 1am, to be greeted by a pile of messages wishing me a Happy New Year from people at home. I got off to sleep soon after, it really had been a long day.

The first day of 2014 began with a long lie before I got up, had some breakfast and chatted to Mum, Dad, Kerry, Uncle Brian and Abigail on FaceTime as they brought in the New Year back home. After they went off to bed, I headed out to the supermarket with Claire and Jess to get some food for the flat, as well as some ingredients to make biscuits which my mum had sent me the recipe for. I spent the afternoon making those - and they were excellent, it has to be said - before chilling out and watching a film in the evening. At night, we heard there was another Iglu event on, so Claire, Jess and I headed downstairs to the common area where we had a few drinks and played cards with a few other people from different flats. There still aren't all that many people here at the moment, but one or two new people have started to arrive this week and the place should be full again by mid-February.

These are the biscuits which I made - they were excellent, even if I do say so myself.

I got off to bed at a fairly reasonable time and set my alarm for 4.30am in order to get up and watch the football. When I woke up some hours later though, it was quickly apparent that I had slept straight through my alarm and missed the game. I hurriedly checked the BBC Sport website to find that Spurs had beaten United 2-1 at Old Trafford. Another poor result, so I went back to sleep. I had work later in the day, although just a short shift from 6pm until closing at 9pm, so I spent most of the day relaxing in the flat. My only activity of note was watching Pulp Fiction on Netflix - I never get tired of that film.

I had another quiet day on Friday; a long lie followed by a trip to the supermarket took me up to the early afternoon. I then downloaded some music before having lunch, getting changed and heading off to play football. At night, Alex and I decided to go to the cinema and see the new Anchorman film. We met on George Street and walked along to the Event cinema, near Town Hall, for an 8.30pm showing. We walked into the relevant screen and began finding our seats; there was only one other woman in the entire room and she was sitting on her own. I couldn't believe it when I discovered that our seats were sat next to her. The guy who selected our seats must have thought that was good banter, but I wasn't much impressed as the time awkwardly dragged on before the trailers started. The film itself was quite funny in parts, but not as good as the first film I thought - always the same.

I was working again on Saturday, which took up the majority of the day, but I was fairly pleased when my shift seemed to go by quickly. After heading home, I made dinner and chilled out for the night - I watched Peter Kay: Live at the Top of the Tower which I hadn't seen for ages and it did not disappoint! Properly hilarious! Eventually, I headed off to bed shortly after 1am, which proved to be the start of an awfully bad sleeping pattern for the next few days. Upon waking on Sunday around 11am, I checked my phone to see that Kerry had been asked to stay on at her Christmas job at New Look, which she is delighted about.

After getting showered and dressed, Claire, Jess and I decided to have a flat-excursion to do the Coogee to Bondi coastal walk. We caught the bus from Railway Square out towards Coogee beach where we began walking north along the cliff-tops towards Bondi beach. After stocking up with some water and an ice-cream, we set off. The walk took us around an hour and a half to complete and we saw some fantastic scenery along the way, as we passed coves, beaches and cliffs along the coast. Again, it's probably easiest if I just post some pictures which I took along the way.

Coogee beach from the start of the coastal path.

The rock swimming baths at Coogee beach.

Me at the cliffs between Coogee and Marourba.

Some people swimming in the bay at Maroubra, where there is an underwater nature trail, which is marked out by large chains along the sea-bed.

Concrete sunbathing areas, near Clovelly beach.

Clovelly Bowling Club, just after the beach.

Tamrama beach - often listed as one of the nicest in Sydney.

The swimming pool at Bondi beach.

After getting some food and then spending some time sunbathing at Bondi, we caught the bus back towards the city and headed home. The other exciting event of the day was that I purchased my ticket for Leeds Festival in August, which I am already very much looking forward to! At the moment, there is a group of around 8 or 9 of us going, so it should be a great weekend! It was time for an early night again after dinner, ready for the football at 3am. In some ways I wished I hadn't bothered to get up for it though, since the game was another shocker as Swansea won 2-1 at Old Trafford, dumping United out of the FA Cup. Back to sleep.

On Monday, Jessica and I were both off work so we decided to finally visit the aquarium in Darling Harbour - another item on the list of tourist attractions to see during the summer. We met outside Town Hall station and headed towards Zara where I had to return a t-shirt I bought, before walking down to the harbour. As we arrived outside the Sea-Life Centre, there was a huge queue - not anything like New Year, but still a lot busier than we had anticipated for a Monday. After waiting in the queue, we made our way inside and around the various glass tanks of fish - or fishes as Jessica liked to call them, in a deadly serious fashion.

Some sting rays, which still had their deadly barbs attached.

Most of the things we saw at the beginning were alright, but nothing really special, until we reached the first of the underwater tunnels. The first of these took us beneath a tank containing various stingrays, as well as two huge dugongs - which are essentially very similar to manatees. The second glass tunnel was a highlight of the whole aquarium though, taking us below the shark tank. It was awesome to see the huge fish up close, safely surrounded by the protection of the glass. They were just amazing, although they did prove quite difficult to catch on camera!

I think my favourite part of the aquarium was the final attraction though - a truly massive coral reef tank, containing many of the same kinds of fish we had spotted in the wild up in Cairns a few months ago. It was great to just sit and watch the various fish, of which there were thousands, swimming around and interacting. A great big fish tank is definitely something which would be included in my dream home, I'm sure.

Afterwards, we headed around to Circular Quay in order to find somewhere to go for lunch, but got distracted for a while by a spectacular yacht which was berthed in the harbour, near the bridge. It was clearly privately owned and the occupants were out on deck enjoying some lunch with a picture-postcard view of the Opera House. Quite literally how the other half live.

Eventually, I remembered a beer garden which I had spotted a few weeks earlier whilst walking across the Harbour Bridge, so we went there for some lunch. It was a great little place, with a rooftop garden overlooking the harbour and the Opera House; we spent quite some time just chilling out in the sunshine, enjoying some food and wine. Afterwards, we moved on to the Edinburgh Castle Hotel for another drink, mainly in order to see if they served any Scottish drinks and for the novelty factor to say we had been. In truth, there was nothing Scottish about the place except the name. Finally, we went to our favourite Three Wise Monkeys pub for one last drink before heading back to my flat to watch Trainspotting. Another good day had, and bed was very welcome once again.

Tuesday was my last day off before working for the next three days, so I had planned on doing something worthwhile, but it didn't really work out that way. After the late night previously, I had a totally lazy day, watching Oasis interviews on YouTube and eating rubbish food, mainly. There have been a lot of rumours going around recently that Noel and Liam Gallagher have ended their feud and there is growing speculation that the band will be getting back together. I seriously hope the rumours are true; I would love to see another Oasis tour!

I was back to work on Wednesday afternoon, which meant a lazy morning followed by chilling out and doing nothing much at all for most of the day. After my shift, I got home and cooked a beef stew, which Mum cooks sometimes back home. It's fair to say that whilst mines was reasonable enough, it wasn't anywhere as good as the one she makes. I'll need to keep practising it, I think. Whilst eating dinner, I listened to an episode of the Chain Reaction radio show, where Kevin Bridges interviewed Frankie Boyle and it was truly hilarious. Even if you think that Frankie Boyle is a bit crude and too much nowadays, I would still encourage you to listen to it because he's completely toned down and normal during it. It was really excellent and I'll likely go back and listen to it again soon before it gets taken down from iPlayer online. Thursday meant work again, though I spent the morning somewhat productively by starting to write this blog post - although it has taken me another few days to actually sit down and finish it.

The usual afternoon game of football was the highlight of Friday, after starting work at 10am. I headed home after my shift finished and had some pasta for lunch - a really good choice for a pre-match meal I thought. I headed up to the college field around 4.30pm where some of the guys were already waiting. It was almost a relief when 8pm came around though and brought an end to our game since I had played terribly, missing multiple incredibly easy chances to score. Just awful. I trudged home, listening to my iPod, made dinner and watched some TV before bed.

Even though I haven't quite caught up with the events of the last few days, I'm going to end this post here, otherwise it will just be far too long once again. The next post will include the You Me at Six and Paramore gig as well as some other adventures hopefully!

Until next time,
Jamie