I'm guessing Lou Reed was trying to buy decent quality sweets whilst on a tour of Australia when he wrote those lyrics. Such is the poor quality of the home produced confectionary that I've been forced to find a supplier who can get hold of top quality 'real' Lions Midget Gems and Sports Mixtures, no questions asked. They are the genuine article, so much so that the blacks are licorice, none of this new fangled blackcurrant nonsense. I had to pay way over the odds though, $4 (nearly £2) for 100g, I had to sell two of George's birthday presents to pay for them. It would probably be cheaper to actually do hard drugs. I have since found an Aussie 'lolly' (Australian term for all confectionary) that may just help stop my cravings for classic UK sweets, they are called Hard Jubes (normal Jubes are no good) and they are a bit like American Hard Gums but more so, I've done 3 packets this week but I'm not an addict... I could stop if I wanted to, I've just got a cold today.
George has been coming home with some brilliant numeracy (thats Maths in old money) homework. He had a question the other week that went: George has bought a fishing rod and reel for a total price of $78, the reel cost $14 more than the rod, how much did he pay for each item? Sod that, where did he get $78 from and why couldn't I have it to spend on sweets. [I'm expecting the accountants amongst us to have worked out the answer to the question by now, and no you can't use a calculator].
The thing is they are absolutely mad about fishing here and apparently all the migrants take it up within six months of arriving. George has already said he wants to join our friend and his son on a Sunday morning fishing trip... personally, I'm not that keen. It's not the fact that I've had not had much luck when I've dabbled in the 'sport' previously, it's not even the fact that we would have to be up by 7am on the Sabbath, it's that I've read stuff that really puts you off.
There was one article I read that had a picture of an ugly fish that was all spines and lips and the copy said that you can very often catch this fish if you are trying to catch prawns. If you do accidentally catch this fish - don't handle it, just cut your line and walk away. Then it showed a bigger, uglier, spinier fish that was apparently the other ones cousin, the caption said: don't even look at it.
Obviously, if I do get talked into going fishing I won't be fishing for prawns, I'll be trying for something alot safer like shark for instance.
We have found out this week that the shipping won't arrive in Fremantle until the 27th of March. Apparently the ship has been dogged by bad weather and had to put into port to avoid a storm. It will be at least three weeks after that before our container wiil clear customs so we are going to be without furniture for some time yet. One of Wendy's work colleagues has very kindly lent us a double bed, a collection of barbies and a huge tub of lego. I don't know whether the bed is comfy or not, we've had it three days but I've not been to sleep because I've been too occupied playing with ba.... er..lego.
Due to the fact that I have been offered a 'proper' job the blogs may become a bit more infrequent from now on (stop cheering). I will be working for a small design studio - producing logos, brochures, websites, etc (and most probably making the tea). It's going to be a steep learning curve (I never could make tea) but I'm really looking forward to it.
I'm off down to the 'British Lolly' shop now to work out what I can spend my first weeks wages on.
Sherbert Pips? Rhubarb and Custard? Floral Gums? Wine Gums? Butterscotch Tablets? Rosy Apples? Yorkshire Mixture? Teddy Bears?
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