"So, howdya' like our country, eh?"

I find myself being asked this question often, and maybe it is a mark of how I am settling in to life here in Brisbane that I often ask it of myself and/ or Barnes. I am certainly loving living in Brisbane but find it often hard to articulate why. Bris itself is like any other city, well it has the facilities of any city that I have been in. It has a climate (insofar as I refer to climate meaning the weather experienced to date) that enables its self proclaimed title of "River City" to be something that is enjoyed. Rather than just being a geographical barrier, although it is with only something like four bridges traversing it, the river becomes an enjoyable backdrop to a weekend coffee and it also serves for me as a means if transport- but I have spoken of the River cat enough in previous posts. I spose what I am really trying to say (remember I have said that I have trouble trying to articulate myself) is that Brisbane is lovely as a city to live in. It is no London in that London is vast and has so much history and a vibrant cultural scene, nor is it a Sydney which has those global icons in the Opera House and the harbour bridge, nor is it San Francisco with its bayside location and Golden Gate Bridge. For me Brisbane doesn't need those things. I think three things have happened in the last 24 hours that have, for me, brought home why I like Brisbane. The first was that I was walking through the Pedestrianised shopping bit of Brisbane, the Queen Street mall. The mall has at its top end an area where performances of various kinds regularly take place. On this occasion I think it was a High School band competition. As I was walking past, the school playing at that point was just launching into their rendition of Led Zep's Stariway to Heaven. Oft overdone (as anyone who has seen Wayne's World will no doubt recall), this particular version was unique in that it was mainly performed by a brass section which added some real depth. Yes you're never going to get Jimmy Page's guitar sounds from a group of 15-16 year olds but the warmth from the brass added a little something else. It wasn't just the performance that may me feel a sense of pride, it was the fact that so many people had stopped and were standing watching and apreciating the performance. The second "moment" I had occurred later in the evening. Em and I went to look at a potential suburb for living in called Paddington. Nothing like its London namesake (at least I didn't see any whores touting their wares, no taxi office that I could see and only one Middle Eastern restuarant), Brisbane's Paddington is a delightful area that I would be pleased to call home. In retrospect this particular "moment" came in two parts. The first was that such a lovely little suburb could be found only 3 kms from the city centre (and be affordable to a couple of immigrants!), the second was that when it came time to getting back into the city we decided to hail a cab. There was another young Australian girl who also wanted to do the same and she then asked if she could share. Not a problem for us, and also it worked out nicely for all in terms of shared cab fare. The cab journey itself was pleasant, a three way conversation between passengers and cab driver on the merits of Brisbane and also on the UK where our Australian co-habitant was headed in November of this year to do that OE that so many Australian's do. The third moment for me occurred this morning whilst Em and I were having a morning coffee at the Plaza on the Riverside (one of our fave Brisbane things to do that I must surely have mentioned previously). Just sitting there in the glow of the morning sun, I saw what I thought was a rather fashion conscious young lady with her black brazier glaring from underneath a white top - a bit of a no no I thought. As the young lady continued to walk towards me it transpired that she was pop-Princess (I think Madonna is still queen) Gwen Stefani accompanied by husband Gavin Rodssdale and small child. So you get famous folk the world over. What I am really saying is Brisbane is big enough to attract these performers, yet small enough that I can be in the same place as them, and it be safe enough for them to feel that they can just stroll around with other Brisbanites and not need an entourage to accompany them. Wes, cheers, I too love Brisbane. To go back to my title post, I am going to borrow from the late great Douglas Adams: "The only correct answer to "So, howdya' like our country, eh?" is "Best{insert your own regional swear word here} country in the world!". It certainly is great from my perspective of living here. Just need to see some more of Australia's icons starting with a trip to Sydney on Wednesday.

The Boys are Back in Town

I am referring here to the youth of the USS Kitty Hawk, the US Naval Carrier which has docked in Brisbane before returning back to the US to be decommissioned in June of next year. I always used to think the US Navy were something to be respected, the world's largest naval force with a truly global reach and some mighty fine equipment to get them there. Then with the arrival of the Kitty Hawk and its personnel in Brisbane I realised that the US navy is staffed by boys who all wear their hats askew, their trousers sans belt flying at half mast around their booties. There was one little posse of chaps in the Vic last night and I almost felt compelled to compliment one of them on his efforts to grow moustache. A fine effort it was that took me back to about 1990/91 and the fluffy little efforts that used to appear on some of the hairier lads at the tail end of middle school. Anyway boy sailors of America, we welcome you and your dollars that are rapidly depreciating in their global spending power.

Lost in Translation

Must have a different meaning in Oz (or does it?)

Who said happiness is a warm gun?

I beg to differ. I would contest that it is a Barnes with a kitty.

We're at Lauriston House, a delightful B&B in Toowoomba. Em has remarked how much she misses a garden and "stuff". Must say i agree and am very relaxed.

It's Been Too Long

I did try and post before on the go but for some reason it didn't work. Now a momentous occasion has caused me to get online and post (before anyone gets excited for me our stuff hasn't arrived), the cause is that I am actually going to go for a beer outside of the CBD. It will probably be some trendy wine bar affair that will have me grumbling about the lack of old scrotes, but nonetheless it is a step in the right direction. Also tomorrow sees the day when Em and I shall actually leave Brisbane. Can I take this much in one weekend?