I’ve finally managed to drag myself away from the new tumble dryer (I got a fucking tumble dryer!!) long enough to upload some photos of the trip back to the mother country. I’ve got hundreds of them. Don’t panic, I’ve culled them back somewhat. I’m reminded of what my dad says whenever someone offers to show him their holiday snaps. He says “great, show me your best five”. And that’s what I will do, at least for the first leg of the holiday.
So. We rolled into Melbourne. Not where I would normally venture on a trip back home, but The Nutbag made it seem like a fucking great idea so although we knew we’d be adding another connection onto a 25hour flight, we said sure, we’re in. There were good times to be had. As predicted though, the shite weather followed me all the way from the UK, so after buying an umbrella, this was what I got to show The Husband of the Victorian capital. 
At least he wasn’t homesick.
Pretty soon, The Nutbag and her hubs arrived in town. And everything improved, including the weather.
We ate, we drank and we shopped. Well, the girls did. The boys found a pub man-creche. I had to know what the situation was on uggs these days. Are they still reserved for strict indoor use? No, sadly they are not. (Australia, I weep for you.)
The boys were happy though, even though The Husband thought that Aussie pints are a tad on the small side.
All too soon, we had to part ways, but not before one last sherbet in the unending supply of restaurants/bars/pubs that Melbourne has to offer. Like Movida.
And that was a whistle-stop jaunt in Melbourne. I’m genuinely not certain what else there is to do there other than eat, drink and buy umbrellas. Maybe ride a tram and marvel at the outdated mode of transport. Fuck knows. If all else fails, make friends with The Nutbag – I’m certain I spent the whole weekend laughing at with her.
I love your unabashed love for the tumble dryer. It’s awesome.
I loved Melbourne, but to be fair we didn’t go anywhere else in Australia. Looks like a return trip is needed.
You only went to Melbourne?? Shit! That’s like going to a brothel and only asking for a hug.
You must go back.
Melbourne is arguably the best city in Oz. Looks like you kinda had a good time and great to see real photos of real people, you dont get much of that thess days. If the guys had only went to the Belgian Beer Garden they could have had their full. A trip to the MCG and at the very least the sports museum housed within, should have been considered. Wrong time of year for the AFL finals which is more intense and far more civilised than the FA Cup Final.
Yes Ugg Boots there are shops dedicated to them on Chapel St, never been my thing either. So you can imagine my amusement when up in Kuwait recently I had an Ugg moment. The Sheila’s in the office were half traditional, you know head scarf and made up face with beautiful eye brows and eyelashes and too strong perfume. So you could imagine my delight when I noted that Fatima had Ugg Boots on. I couldn’t share my amusement with anyone, but I have the photos.
Oh and the inner city transport system is the envy of the western world.
To be fair, it’s not got much competition.
I’ll be uploading more pictures of real people – The Nutbag is a little camera shy. I’ve got tons of ‘selfies’ to come, rest assured.
I’m not surprised that Uggs have taken off in those parts. Hardly sexy, are they?
Well it does have competition its just that that the competition cant compete with it.
Yes, bring on the real people and the selfies, the fans love it, Nutbag will come good given time.
That question about the Uggs, I have thought long and hard about it. I am the kind of guy that will always find something sexy about an article of clothing that Sheila’s wear, but in this case you have found me wanting, this is a first for me.
If the competition can’t compete, it really isn’t a competition. Sort of like pitting me against Charlotte Johannsen. It’s not really fair on her to call her ‘competition’.
But can she run a blog?
Not arguing with you here, but I prefer the term “No Comparison” to “No Competition”, when there is competition.