Mrs Robinson

I just had settled into my new hostel I had moved there on the promise of free Internet access, well the official kind of free Internet access not the kind I could normally persuade out of the hostels computers. Unfortunately there was only 4 computers with Internet for a whole hostel so there was a big queue. When I finally got to one I found out why everyone was taking so long. This computer was not a healthy bunny and was talking to the Internet at a stonking 159 bytes a second!

I already didn't really like this new hostel there where to many pointless rules, for example they have a roof top balcony, for no real reason you are allowed drinks in some parts of the balcony but not others with benches marking the boundary. No drinks of any kind are allowed out there after 10 o'clock. Also there were lots of posters around decreeing things like if you haven't payed for your bed by 10 in the morning your leaving and we are replacing you. (photos of some signs coming soon)

I've not posted any photos for a while so here are some of my favourite recent ones.

I was meeting Heather this evening, since the Australian resistance had disbanded their communications black out embargo we had been conversing a few times every day. We went to this really nice bar, it was high up in a building with a great night view of the entire of Brisbane skyline. If I was a better tourist I would have taken my camera and got a photo. I know I should be getting more photos of things like breath taking skylines and less of me with giant purple skittles. But I'm sure you have plenty of other blogs for that.

Me and Heather got on really well, we joked our way through a very pleasant evening, but there was one nagging doubt in my mind. Something about her was different enough to set off an alarm somewhere in my mind. I inquired and found out she was just over half a decade older than me, you really couldn't tell by looking at her unless you looked really closely. Maybe this is what I needed, here was someone I liked ... but maybe ... just maybe because of the Mrs Robinson factor was still interesting enough for the blog.

About 10'O clockish she left for a work do and I went back to my hostel and started my NLP show, I was determined to get really good at the NLP thing and sharpen up my hypnosis skills that I had let rust in my last year in England. The backpackers in the hostel bar made idea guinea pigs candidates, I was getting much better and starting to developing my own show man style. I was also starting to get small audiences of a few people joining in and watching. Because of the way your mind works you react to your internal representation of the world instead of 'reality'. Most of the time these two things are quite strongly related but it's surprising how different they can get. With a few questions and paying careful attention you can very quickly work out how they tick under the hood and use this for all kinds of cold reading or mock psychic stuff. This mixed with a few jokes and the actually helpful basics change work that I was grounding myself in seemed to be a crowd pleaser. I Wonder if I could make money as an NLP busker.