So, like, I bought a copy of Tasmanian Babes Fiasco and read some of it on the plane. It was good because I am never ever sleeping on a plane again (my neck gets bent - the seats must be made for fat people or tall people or something). I also proved how jet-set I am by typing with more than one finger on the automatic check-in. Wikkid.

In Sydney, I stayed at James’s uber-trendy bachelor pad in Surry Hills. We had some kickarse Turkish and stayed up watching Foxtel. In the morning I went down to Cleveland Street to catch a bus and watched the morning traffic go by. Built-up urban areas bring out a kind of nervous curiosity in me, since I come from the suburbs where there are trees and grass and spaces between the houses. It’s a bit fun and creepy to stand there and watch about a million people go by who you’ll never see again.

Not much to say about the conference. My paper rocked, I met a lot of people and we all had some nice refreshments. I even talked to a girl from ANU who had to be at least a 9. She asked me whether I was coming to the after-conference dinner and I told her I had to fly out right away. I was surprised she could hear me over the sound of my heart exploding into a frappe of gooey red bits.

I flew home on Quantas because there wasn’t a late flight on Virgin. I can totally see why people prefer Quantas:
a) a blanket on your seat
b) the airconditioning isn’t set to give you hypothermia
c) food!
d) I think you can even get booze

Oh, here’s a picture: this was the cheese that came with my dinner.

For some reason, it’s called ‘Strong and Bitey Vintage’. Sounds kinda dangerous. Like the rottweiler of the cheese world or something. I just ate it, btw, and it was kind of tart and icky. It didn’t try to bite me though.