I've started moaning about Australian government and I'm not even there yet!

Sorry about yesterdays post. Let's get back on track with more of the usual bollocks!

I've discovered today that Australian government appear to be a dumb as the British. Type "Skilled work visa Australia" into google. You'll get 1.2 million results. That's because the Aussies are really pressing hard to ship in skilled workers from overseas. They're running TV ads and all sorts of promotions, along the lines of "We need skilled people! Australia is a great place to live! The visa is FREE if you're skilled! Come and work for us NOW!"

I applied for mine today and got accepted -Yay! But! Guess when my visa will turn up? Go on, have a guess when I can actually start to put my skills to use in Australia for a wage? A few weeks? Nope. A couple of months? Nope. A Year?! Nope. 15 fucking months! Honestly!

They're screaming from the roof tops "Come and work for us!" and then whispering quietly "...in 15 months time" - I honestly thought only the British government would do something as ridiculous as that.

No worries though, I have a cunning plan.

On a totally different note, please go to P Dub's blog, Killing Conversation, and take listen to today's post. She's put up a song that I've never heard before and I can't stop listening to it. (If you've got stats on your website P Dub, I'm not a really slow reader, I've just been on your page for 2 hours listening to that!) I've tried searching for it on google to find out who it's by and what else they do, but I can't find anything about it.

I went shopping with my niece again earlier. Amongst other things I needed to buy some razor blades. We popped into a chemist and found the aisle containing razors. I started browsing for my brand and found them. At that point K (only 7 yrs old) declared in a really LOUD voice "My mummy uses a razor like that!" lol! I'm so glad my sister wasn't there, she would have died from embarrassment.

Shortly after leaving the shop I got poked in the eye with a ferrule. Incase you didn't know, ferrule is the proper term for the end of the spokey bit of an umbrella. It wasn't deliberate I hasten to add, the old lady that owned the umbrella was very apologetic about it. Yeah, thanks love, that relieves the pain hugely...

I'm just gibbering shit now (what's new eh?!) which is a sign that it's time to go. I suppose I'd better start thinking about making a list of things to do before I leave. Have a good day y'all!

PS. Can you believe that the spell checker on this website doesn't have "google" or "Blog" in it's dictionary?! What's up with that?!