A Tasmanian (not) in London

The tales of yet another Australian in (Australia who left) London...

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Location: Devonport, Tasmania, Australia

Back at home in Tassie after a year and a half in London, I now dedicate myself to protecting society from unwarranted prosecution by the state. (And keeping criminals out of prison, but mostly that other thing.)

Read The Tasmanian and the Teapot in Morocco

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Heading north

Having fled the living room which is being dominated by a football match on the television I thought that this might be a good time to fiddle with my blog. After several frustrating and ultimately fruitless attempts to make it do what I wanted it to do I thought it best to settle for a simple post for now.

Tomorrow I am heading up north to meet the other Tim, the Tasmanian in Manchester as it were. Can't wait for all that sleet and the sub-zero temperatures that are predicted, I am sure that they will show Manchester in its best light.

My plans for today were ruined by what I will call an alarm malfunction and were therefore limited to trying not to spend pay cheques I am yet to earn. I did have a much fuller day, mostly centred around a Full English for brunch but by the time I was up and about there were only so many hours of sunlight left in the day. Even a Full English couldn't tempt me out into the cold until I absolutely had to.

Post Script - You may or may not be interested to learn that the word 'blog' isn't in the spell-checker built into the blog editor.

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