So i lied

I know, I know.. I didn't blog all the time that I was supposed to.  Not good form.  But in my defence I do have a full-time job and flat duties (cooking, doing dishes etc) that I must occasionally attend to.  I also went to Sydney for 4 days which was great.  Well actually it was fucking freezing but I mean it was fun not to be in Auckland for a wee while.  I managed to contain my neurotic fear of flying rather well (no screaming/crying fits AND I didn't insist on holding a strangers hand for the duration of the flight- yes, it has happened before). 

On a funny story note I was strolling about in search of a cafe recommended to me by a friend.  While my face does not usually portray any level of happiness (I've been told I look like a cross between uninterested and scathing 90% of the time) I was feeling decidedly saccharine this particular morn and believe that I was even sporting a smile of some descript!  Such happy feelings were thoroughly dashed when some member of Sydney's homeless population a.k.a "some mongol meth-crazed hobo" SPAT at me, like yes saliva projectiled from his mouth onto my arm.  It was tres yuck.  He also then hurled his water (vodka) bottle at me too.  I contemplated spitting back at him but decided that given he is homeless he probably has a lot more experience in the ways of street-fighting than I do.  I mean I can throw down a totally bangin' verbal attack when necessary but given that a) he was a man b) weighing around 120 kgs and c) sporting a suspiciously large ruck sack (I anticipate he has a baseball bat or the like within) I didn't like my chances.  I settled with some tissues and sanitiser and made sure I scrubbed that particular spot on my arm with particular vigour that evening in the shower.

I'm much relieved the Auckland homeless population seems way less crazy and violently inclined.  The local homeless people are all about the friendly hellos and singing on my strolling routes.  I'm gutted to hear the council is going to be moving them on for the RWC.  They totally add to the culture of the city which otherwise can seem devoid of any local history- just look at infamous Margaret from K Rd (RIP).  Despite my encounter, I'm definitely a long-term supporter of our colourful (non violent) and always entertaining street dwellers!