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Taming the Backyard Jungle with Beer and Good Tunes



Considering our backyard was untouched for a year and a half, when my boyfriend and Tony first moved in to the house in Newtown, it was not in terrible condition. Sure, the branches had overgrown and claimed any open space to form a canopy and the spider webs thick enough to have been weaved by Spiderman, but it was not unmanageable.  All of these little annoyances are a small price to pay for the fact that in the Inner West, houses actually have decent sized backyards.  Only 15 minutes from the heart of the city and with a complete garden, best of both worlds actually.

Coming back to the taming process of our suburban jungle, it took 3 grown men a couple of hours to get the backyard to its present form. The motivating effects of beer and music cannot be ignored in this process. Beer, the great catalyst for accomplishing unpleasant tasks shone like gold once again.

This post is dedicated to the efforts of the men involved.  Marty, thank you for organising it and putting in a hard day’s work.  Ollie and Big Al, you guys did an awesome job pruning, cutting and cleaning.  Thanks heaps!


Up and Down in CBD

I remember not too long ago, I was job hunting. One particular day I was not only up and down on the streets of CBD, but also on floors way above ground level. I appreciated the view from whole new heights. It was a hectic day but there was no job at the end of it. Just the entry below.

Job searching is the best way to see the inner workings of a city. Job interviews in 3-D cities that extend vertically are fun for the added dimension. Going up plazas 50-60 floors up ground level certainly adds a new perspective. Yesterday and today all up and down CBD, meeting, greeting and seeing the city was exciting as well as exhausting. All and all, one more meeting with a recruitment agency, with a recruiter Kate Blackwell of Beaumont Consulting- who clued me in that because Aussies are too laid back to do any good recruiting work, plenty of people from UK, Ireland are sponsored to staff Australia’s offices (I’ve learned since that Australians are too honest for this line of work). Today, I finally got a job. I will be walking the streets of CBD trying to sign people up for a charity to sponsor children in 3rd world countries come Monday.


Arabella Serving Up Lebanese (at the Speed of Molasses) on King

Having a craving for savory Mediterranean fare to detoxify and wean from the heavily fried diet I’d been on lately, I was in the mood for some Greek cuisine this weekend. I was looking forward to Haloumi salad, some seafood drizzled in olive oil topped with savoury herbs and stuffed vine leaves. Cruising the menus on the internet, and also keeping in mind the vicinities to our location, Greek choices were ruled out shortly.

We had to do make do with Lebanese cuisine. Lebanon, across the other side of the Mediterrenean, where olives are also plentiful with Arabic flavours domineering offered a promising alternative. It wasn’t so much a decision as an attraction of convenience as Arabella lay there stretched in front of our street like a joyous caravanserai.

Going into the dimmed, elegant-ish decorated large restaurant, we were pointed to sit at a large table. When we sat down, we discovered shortly that the table was reserved for a large group. After minutes of patience where we didn’t receive water, food menus or service we became impatient and were subsequently given menus by the kind people on the next table. The difficulty of flagging down waitstaff was no small inconvenience and required a bit of aggression to overcome.

However, the flat pide bread, hommus, tabulah salad, mixed shish kebab with kofta, chicken and lamb were good enough to have us forget about the troubles of getting a food order in.

The belly dance show (a Middle Eastern cliche more so than tradition) along with the DJ bordering on obnoxious was not un-entertaning. The congratulating of the vast number of birthdays by getting the birthday boys and girls to dance with the belly dancer was all in good fun and there was plenty of laughter to go around.