EmJ lands

The last two months have taken a dramatically fun turn since the arrival of Sydney’s new social cannonball, Emily Johnston. Being the sponging sod that I am, I have been happily riding on the back of her web of contacts which seems to encompass Sydney’s glitterati. Thanks to her, I’ve had the privilege of frequently going for after work G & Ts on the roof terrace of her friend’s penthouse overlooking the harbour, found myself going to a friends and family only night for one of Sydney’s more popular DJs and crashing the Louis Vuitton opening night after party that Grazia dubbed ‘the party of the year.’

Don’t worry, I’ve in no way adjusted to this glamour and still maintain my foot-in-mouth attitude to social occasions. At the Louis Vuitton party I thought I was doing fairly well with a big bloke with a strapped up shoulder. After making some quips about how he got his injury he explained it was from a rugby match. “Big one was it?” I asked, picturing some lads knock-about.
 “Yes” he replied, “it was the World Cup.”
At that, I slowly backed away from him as though having just discovered a land mine, humbly re-asserting myself as common citizen in the company of a demi-god.

As a small aside, my very kind company has agreed to renew my contract until my visa restriction kicks in. It looks like Sydney will continue to be my home until at least March!