I never would have thought Bollywood movies would seem risque, with their vocabulary of chaste euphemisms, but according to this article in the Age, they’re shocking some of the elders of Kandahar.

Bugger! I can’t get a pre-paid sim for my phone because it’s locked to the original network. Unlocking it will cost between

I’m reading _Me Talk Pretty One Day_ (when I’m not coming home too drunk to read), and there’s a fabulous line on Americans in Paris, “Comfort has its place, but it seems rude to visit another country dressed as if you’ve come to mow its lawns”.

http://www.tntmagazine.com/uk/gettingstarted/

I think I’m about to embark on the horrible series of Catch-22’s that is moving to another country. To get a phone, I need a UK bank account. To get a bank account, I need to present my name on a utility bill or lease. To get a lease, I need a job. To get a job, I need a phone. Can you see where this is leading? Insanity, that’s where.

From the Age, “An Australia Post call centre worker in Melbourne has received a $3,000 pay cut for having too many personal items on her desk.”.

I should read this article on EMOTION & DESIGN: ATTRACTIVE THINGS WORK BETTER when I get time.

Nice reviews of UK mobile phone sites.

Well, I’m here in London. I arrived on Saturday night, in time to have lunch with Chi on Sunday before she left for home.
I had strange culture shock on Saturday night. I was thrilled to be in an English speaking country again, but the cars were going the wrong way, and the beers seemed flat! After dreaming about beers that didn’t have a head half the size of the glass, it was a shock to realise how used to them I’d become.

Did you know that if you search for “John Howard” and “garden gnome” at google, you get this site first?