
Well, another week has come and gone. Although we haven't updated the blog in a while (since having our minds blown away by Weezer), we've been very busy and have even spotted a celebrity.
Our week has mostly been spent househunting. I didn't have any work this work (got rejected for that interview last week and no temp appointments except for some possible contract appointments in September, and Tam hasn't heard back from her interview on Tuesday yet) and so we devoted most of our energy and time to finding somewhere to live (which for those who have experienced this painful delight, is not fun, and at times can be stressful, exhausting and even utterly gross). Our temporary home here is only for another week and we've decided that a houseshare (similar to now) is the best for our situation while we continue to settle down and look for jobs. After viewing dozens of places in Shepherds Bush, Ealing, Hangar Lane, Hammersmith, Willesden Green, Fulham, Barons Court, and West Kensington, we've come to the realisation that we've been really lucky. The place we have at the moment, for the price we're paying, is almost palatial compared to some of the smelly, dingy, old squats some other people have decided to stew their filth in. We've had it pretty well for the last 5 weeks. Our search came to an end yesterday arvo. Just up the road from where we are now and around the same price. Not as nice as here, but it's the best one we've seen so far. A houseshare with 2 kiwis and an aussie (our househunting mission has taught us that we don't really care too much for the saffa's - South Africans, and that we need to take what we want, otherwise someone else will beat you to it). The room is smaller than this one, and we share the bathroom and toilet with the other 3 people. But it's decent and clean and got broadband, and no contract, so we can move out whenever we want. Gives us that flexibility when we find jobs and can afford a trendy place of our own where you can come and stay with us. Thinking about the cost of living here, it's crazy, with what we're spending on rent for a room we could easily afford to get a one-bedroom flat in the most expensive part of Sydney.
OK. Now to the part that you were really hanging out to hear about: celebrity-spotting!
Well, after a particularly bad day looking at flats and rooms, we went into Nando's (yes, just like the ones in Sydney - but they're full-on restaurants here) for dinner. Tam will tell the story here... Tam can't remember. Wasn't an exciting story, really. He came and sat at the table next to us. It was a table for six and he sat at the end away from us by himself...
but he did get up and moved Des' seat while he was up ordering and I was waiting at the table..that's when i thought who's this rude person moving the seat without saying excuse me..then i realized that the person who moved the seat was...Guy Sebastian...wow...our Australian Idol..who would have thought we'd see our Idol in downtown SheBu in Nando's..hahaha..anyway was all excited and had a big grin on my face when Des was ordering at the counter..then Des came back to the table and I say 'look look it's Guy sebastion..'...*Des looking around, trying to spot him*, Des response, 'Shit it is..what do we do..??' hahaha very funny...so i told des just to sit down and he didn't have to do anything..so there you go...funny he was eating alone on a 6 person table and we were wondering when his entourage were gonna join him...yep big things happening for our Guy...but he's just your average guy enjoying some nandos chicken.. eating with his fingers and everything. classy.
It's only after he left that you think up all the cool or funny things to say to him.
"Hey, aren't you the Australian Idol?? Shannon Noll?"
"Hi Guy, I'm like you're number 1 fan. You still owe me a thousand bucks for those phone calls I made"
"Like, where are your mates?"
"Can I get an autograph?"
"Excuse me, can I get a photo? Yeh, just of me and my girlfriend here. Try to get the chicken in as well"
Well, it's almost time for lunch. We'll be heading up to the Portobello Road markets in Ladbroke Grove. Then go to the net cafe there and post this blog. We've got a long weekend here. A bank holiday. We'll be heading over to the annual Notting Hill Carnival, which starts tomorrow (Kids' day) and finishes on Monday. Its one of the biggest street festivals in Europe and has been at it for about 40 years. We'll try to take heaps of photos if possible. From all reports, it'll be jam-packed. Might be safer to leave the camera and everything at home. As the signs say in Hong Kong, "Don't Be A Pickpocket Victim". But we'll see. We did fine in Rome.