Today is the queens birthday and obviously the people in the Australia get the day off while the poor hardworking English bankers still have to work. A girl once asked me.
'Do you think the bank will be open on a bank holiday?'
Anyway today was to be a simple day, I had only three things to do.
1. Joining Danny - Although long overdue it was far to easy all I needed was a passport photo and to send it with a nice letter to him. I mentioned that if he ever happened to be in Australia and would like a beer and chicken dansak, he should give me a call.
2. Photo for Russ - This is where it gets a little more interesting. My Friend Russ had been giving me a lot of pointers on my rather dodgy photography. To thank him I thought it would be nice to take a picture just for him with people holding up a sign saying 'Hello Russ!'. Persuading people I've never meet before to stand holding letters for a photo was difficult to start with even for a man with my skills. Till I found the magic formula ... Once I explained that what I was asking them to do was utterly pointless this seemed to reassure people somehow and very quickly 10 signed up. |  |
3. Say farewell to the capitalist evil multi national fast food corporations
Fairly soon I would be a political activist, a good person fighting the good fight, before I could fully embrace this Big Issue reading existence there where a few things I had to do. Firstly actually buying the Big Issue would help (still not read it yet but I own one). Secondly to live an ethical life I decided to in an accidental 30 days tribute to every meal today at a different evil fast food company. As from tomorrow I could never again be a patron again.
Breakfast was at Burger King, horrible food but there was a one legged pigeon hopping around inside being feed by everyone. It may had only one leg but it was very well feed indeed- I took this as a sign about the inherent charitable nature of people.
Lunch I went to Starbucks, with an American guy from the hostel who surprised me by out of the blue saying
'Should I get a Prince Albert?'
I explained to him very clearly my views about penises and sharp objects.
Dinner was at the Golden M, the most evil of them all. My last ever Big Mac and judging by how it looked it wasn't going to taste very nice.
All in all the food in these place is both horrible and expensive I wasn't going to miss them. Now to complete my transition I just had to buy a Che Guevara T-shirt
