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Posted: 20 Mar 04, 10:25 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Lately I've been thinking of what a smart thing it would to leave Australia for England..

Yeah..so anywho I was thinking what do the hip young teenagers do for a job/is it easier for someone with an Australian accent to get a job? I've seen MOVIES and T.V series.

I think the intention of this post was to ask would it be possible that someone with no life experience could do sort of well over in the Motherland? Two of my cousins have come over recently from Manchester and now have jobs (albeit sifting through faeces to find where English cricket went [not really]) going around Australia trying to find themselves. I'd like to do the opposite.

I'd like to move to Manchester and start my own band up..I'd call it The Beatles.

So..any comments are welcome..I don't exactly know what the topic is or any questions that are worth answering.. I'm sure another Australian in England wouldn't hurt, would it?

*England explodes*


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Posted: 20 Mar 04, 10:31 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

You want to move to Manchester?

From Australia?

Are you pulling my pisser or what?


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Posted: 20 Mar 04, 10:37 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Yeah..well when I say Manchester.. I'm obviously meaning England..somewhere.

You must have missed the meeting we all had when I changed the meaning of Manchester.


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Posted: 20 Mar 04, 12:41 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Manchester sounds lovely. Like a man's chest. I would never leave Australia though! Where are you exactly? If you're in Porpoise Spit I understand your wanting to leave, but don't go too far.. venture over to Sydney, the City of Brides and you'll be much happier.. change your name slightly too.

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Posted: 20 Mar 04, 22:14 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Sydney is a smelly place for New South Welshmen. Literally!

I was thinking of running for Prime Minister of England..with a dry, cool wit like that I could be Prime Minister of any country.


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Posted: 20 Mar 04, 23:02 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

I heard Cuba might need one soon IGSM.




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Posted: 21 Mar 04, 00:17 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Id leave for england any time...
that is unless I somehow manage to get discovered by some Japanese producers and am forced into making an album or something horrid like that.


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Posted: 21 Mar 04, 00:56 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Well, it all depends on your perspective of life. You need to know what you want to do, and how you want to do it - having not read your post in any kind of meaningful fashion (ie: I skimmed it looking for my name and repeated use of the words 'tities' and 'mustard seed', but was disappointed in the results), you may have addressed this, and for my ignorance, I blame you wholeheartedly.

But you must remember to look out for number one, it's every man for himself, and all's fair in love and war. Because I can sit here and preach to the choir about stepping on the devil's tail, or I can shut my ugly gob and let you get on with whatever it was you were prattling on about. Frankly, I have no idea what you were talking about, but I did see The Beatles in there somewhere. Good band, they were. All you need is love, and give peace a chance. One could argue that they should have continued touring, as it seemed to make themselves 'right' with one another. One could also argue that no-talent assclown Yoko Ono killed The Beatles and, to a more accurate and morbid degree, John Lennon. To which I have to ask, will you be my Yoko Ono?

I don't expect you to say yes immediately - or at all, because that would be scary and mean that you enjoy shrieking into a microphone at varying levels of intensity over disgustingly liberal uses of feedback and backwards guitar fed through a primitive Moog synthesizer. It also means, shockingly, that you want to kill me, and while I may not be the easiest guy to get along with, I do have my positive sides - I look good when in profile, and I make your scrambled eggs with a delicious combination of salt, pepper, and paprika (I know you love paprika). Plus, I don't play guitar because I know of your sensitive hearing and what a low E chord will do to your bowels (and I've managed to stay by you through THAT, so we can survive through anything). So, if you have any kind of shred of dignity or love in the slightly blackened cavity located where your heart may be, the answer to my question should be a resounding, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

And this is an understandable response. Considering I'm taking your topic well off-track, you have to also realize this is what you expect of me. I'm not predictable in terms of having a set schedule - I wake up at the crack of noon each day and boil an egg, which I promptly throw at that damned squawking parrot you've refused to remove from my breakfast nook (thank you, by the way, for teaching it to scream that I'm a hairy ass with no will to live), then sit in the toilet for a good part of the day, engulfed in what I like to call New York Times hour, which actually lasts about three times that length. I've forgotten what I was going on about.

The point is that you should wear protective headgear no matter where you go - there may be a rogue brick or bastard pigeon just waiting to bonk you on the noggin, and nobody likes head injuries. Just something to keep in mind when you're moving from Australia to Manchester, or Mantoucher as it's affectionately called by no one I know or will ever know, because - hey - that's just weird, if you do decide to move. Because it's all up to you. You already know the answer to your problem - you just have to find the answer within you.

Go now, you're a new man.

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Posted: 21 Mar 04, 06:31 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

As an Aussie, if you come to England you can only live in Earls Court, London and work in a pub - it's the law.


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Posted: 21 Mar 04, 10:21 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Remind me to steal your right knee, Lester...my arch nemesis! *flies away into the night*

I think it'd be a smashing idea to move to England. That way I can hunt John easier.


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Posted: 21 Mar 04, 10:31 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

*sigh. How many times must i tell you ppl; He's in my wardrobe.


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Posted: 21 Mar 04, 10:35 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

How many times have I told you - stop snorting the dish detergent.

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Posted: 21 Mar 04, 10:35 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

9. 9 times will do me. 9!

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Posted: 22 Mar 04, 04:02 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

But I have a moral obligation to do so! VREE!


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