Sing when you're winning

When in a new city, no country, no wait I’m in a whole new continent, you find yourself being very unlike yourself. That’s probably one of the main attractions of travelling when you’re as much of a lazy arse as I am.

You have to be energetic, historically informed, chatty with strangers and unashamed to take photo after photo of the buildings that you or your companion are standing awkwardly next to.

This whole behaviour process has been maximised with my current job (Yes! A job I tell you!) in which I’m writing reviews of businesses for an online guide to Sydney.  

With the job, this blog, facebook and twitter I feel I am raping and pillaging the internet for all my self-promotional needs. Apparently something you’ve got to be very willing to do to get anywhere in the media. I hope there’s no inquest when this whole thing’s over, I don’t want to go into hiding in Brazil from the internet reparations squad.  

So that’s how I while away these sunny days, wandering from coffee shop to coffee shop scribbling the odd note and watching the world go by. Amazingly I didn’t initially like Sydney. I found that once you penetrated the immediate beauty of the harbour and bridge the city felt quite like Gotham, all browning skyscrapers and monorails, and I tried to suppress the tentative voice in my head saying “oh god what have I done?” But sunshine cures all, as soon as the city began to move from spring into summer the spotlight was shone on the corners of it that make people wax lyrical about this city.

All I need are some mates now and then I’ll be singing!