Catholic Convergence

Last week the Pope visited Syn city.
So much racket and inconvenience, just so a few Catholics can have a party.
The choppers were buzzing around till ten o’clock Saturday night.
The noise from the racecourse where the gig was being staged on the other side of the hill from my place, flooded the area for miles around.

Nice little demonstration of power and influence by the Catholics.
A huge area of the city was held captive for a week.
When I walked down to the racecourse on Saturday afternoon, I found roads closed off and fences erected.
Imagine how unlikely it would be, for the Scientologists or Buddhists to get permission and support of the government, if they wanted to stage this sort of an event.

Catholic Convergence

Reminded me of the American ‘Spring Breck’ where hoards of teenagers take over a town, party hard, and then bugger off leaving the locals with the bill.

What I did on the weekend

Friday I was down, do I had some red wine.
People, who say that drinking doesn’t help, are dumb. Much like the people that say that money can't buy you happiness.
Alca-ma-hol is brilliant for slowing the brain, damping ambition, and helping one forget for a while.
All of these properties are useful.
Ran out of red and was rooting around in the cupboard for Scotch. All I could find was some J W black crap. I've run out of the proper Scottish stuff.
Was surprised to find a half bottle of Calvados. Spent ten minutes trying to remember where it had come from.
Finally decided 'fuck it' and drank a fists worth o fingers while I watched Lost in Translation DVD, while scoffing English chocolate (dark stuff with zest and spices I think.)
Great movie, but I don't understand why everyone thinks they had sex. It's obvious that they didn't.
It's a movie about aloneness. It’s also about how strange Japan is for Westerners.

Nursed a hangover on Saturday.

Sunday there was a coffee fest in Sydney.
Went down to take some photos with a photo group I’ve joined.

Would have had some coffee but the lines were stupidly long.

I don't queue.
Lost everyone else in the group.
Listened to some music.

There was a belly dancer. Belly dancers are much hotter then pole dancers.

Photos attached.

What I did on the weekend

Friday I was down, so I had some red wine.

People, who say that drinking doesn’t help, are dumb. Much like the people that
say that money can't buy you happiness.

Alca-ma-hol is brilliant for slowing the brain, damping ambition, and helping
one forget for a while.

All of these properties are useful.

Ran out of red and was rooting around in the cupboard for Scotch. All I could
find was some J W black crap. I've run out of the proper Scottish stuff.

Was surprised to find a half bottle of Calvados. Spent ten minutes trying to
remember where it had come from.

Finally decided 'fuck it' and drank a fists worth o fingers while I watched
Lost in Translation DVD, while scoffing English chocolate (dark stuff with zest
and spices I think.)

Great movie, but I don't understand why everyone thinks they had sex. It's
obvious that they didn't.

It's a movie about aloneness. It’s also about how strange Japan
is for Westerners.

Nursed a hangover on Saturday.

Sunday there was a coffee fest in Sydney.

Went down to take some photos with a photo group I’ve joined.

Would have had some coffee but the lines were stupidly long.

I don't queue.

Lost everyone else in the group.

Listened to some music.

 

There was a belly dancer. Belly dancers are much hotter then pole dancers.

Photos attached.

More Jazz from a while back...

Jazz in the Chinese garden