Realisation

Following an "extremely casual" touch football team in New York from Australia may be one step sadder t... about 15 hours followingFollowing an "extremely casual" touch football team in New York from Australia may be one step sadder than being addicted to fantasy sports. Even if you are the founder of the team.

You reckon?

Why is it when Aussies say "you reckon" they sound folksy, but when I say it it sounds like I just stepped out of a trailer park?

Two great Aussie commercials

Two brilliant commercials (one geared towards women, the other towards men) for an Australian dating site.

Strip clubs in Sydney

My flat here in Sydney is next to the red light district, which I need to walk through each day to get to and from the train. Some of the clubs have names like "World's Greatest Love Machine" or "The Pleasure Chest" but one is just simply called "Strippers."

I like that - these guys don't beat around the bush, so to speak.

Why?

Why is it that every morning when getting off the train I get stuck behind the jackass who can't seem to figure out how the train ticket works?

Somehow it seems to be a different jackass each morning.

Bad with names? Come to Australia

Australia is the only place I've been to where you can call a guy "mate" and a girl "love" instead of using their name. It's brilliant for those of us who are better with faces than we are with names.

Only in Australia

Only in Australia will your neighbors call you at 5:30 AM to see if loud noises in the hall are coming from your apartment, and when you confirm they aren't, invite you over for a beer, "since you seem to be awake anyway."

Taking advantage of a 16 hour time difference

The beauty of being a day ahead of your friends is that you can realize that you missed someone's birthday (or Valentines Day/anniversary/Christmas) but still reach them on the right day in their timezone.

It's like having the ability to travel through time without any of the hassle of actually going anywhere.

Lesson learned the hard way

Putting someones information in your address book so you can get together again only works if you remember their name.

My mission over the next year

I need to break the Australians (or maybe just the Sydney-siders) of their popped-collar habits. Why guys, why?

Those magic changes

Starting in February, Kev's Musing's will be undergoing some changes (much like puberty although hopefully with less of the embarrassing voice cracking). While I will still try to provide you with a few laughs in your day (or week/month, depending on how often you visit/I get around to posting) the aim will change slighly to be "Kev's comedic view on the everyday life of a twentysomething New York guy living in Australia."

That's right. I'm packing up my stuff and heading down under for a year that is sure to be full of the wacky, fun (and slightly embarrassing) situations I've been writing about from the States. So keep your eyes on this site for new posts, with a slightly different, more Australian flare.