Send The Bugger Back

Oh oh, I appear to have sunburn. My pale British skin does not know how to contend with 2 days of sunshine on the trot. The last time I had a tan was 14 years ago when I was in Tenerife as a lad of 12.

On the walk home last night (another 3 miles, I reckon I’m walking a half snickers most days) I walked past a bar with a fella outside doing Tom Cruise like cocktail flicks with a plastic bottle. He managed to maintain this while gazing completely at the shapely bottom of the girl walking in front of me. I chirped I hope you don’t stare at my arse like that at which point he dropped his bottle. Made me laugh.

It’s a good base this hostel but it’s a bit sombre. There’s not many people here in my demographic, 1 of the geezers in my room even turns all the lights out at 9! What’s worse is if you bring alcohol on to the premises and are caught, you’re out. Rock ‘n roll motherducker.

So I reckon I might try and see if anything is happening club/gig wise tonight as I’m a little bored.

I’ve been on the website for that reggae club, it looks ace. But as luck would have it, it’s closed Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights; the 3 nights I happen to be in Austin, gutted.

I may go down to the University campus as there are a couple of bars that look okay, I’m a bit put off by my Phily student experience though so we’ll see. Back up plan is 6th Street and Red River again.

Yesterday I nipped into a post office to get a rough quote on sending a few things (pair of jeans, fridge magnets etc.) back home, the conservative estimate was about $30, scandalous. I’m becoming less critical of good old Blighty all the time; National Express, Royal Mail and the NHS, I hope I don’t have to add British Rail to the list. I feel like I should stand up and sing the national anthem right about now, but much like an England international, I only know the chorus.

Now I’m just lazing around the hostel waiting for tonight as apart from the streets I’ve mentioned, there doesn’t appear to be that much going on around downtown in the day. There must be somewhere I presume, but they’re hiding it from me.

I took the pic on my travels yesterday. With a name like that, he’d get my vote.

Over.