Transitional Or Maybe No

So yes...Australians...It appears to be an unwritten law that anyone of either sex will want to fuck ANY Australian that they meet. In this here part of the wunnerful world of the Interweb yesterday, a Simon Whitlock soundalike could be heard giving his 'details' to one o' the Sloane Rangers who form most of the clientele. There is no way in the world this person could have been called anything other than Lucy. Well, Lucy seemed to like SW man...of course...he's fun, he's cheeky, he's a world traveller, he's bold and brash, he likes upbeat sounds etc etc. I can recall one of my first outings in this here big city. There was an Aussie guy behind the bar. He appeared to be getting totally preyed upon by any 'berd' who came to the hostelry. They were obsessed with him and his bantery ways. Well I know now that any time you walk into a bar anywhere in this fair city you'll see a buff antipodean in the early stages of 'wooing' a member of the opposite sex. It happens without fail, I swear. There are times when I wish I was Australian just so I could buck the trend. Clearly they don't have indecision or blubber or baldness in Aus but I would love to put all this to the test. There are millions of Aussies in Edinburgh. They can't all be virill stags can they?? This is just another o' thae hegemonies that I believe I see all around me. You can't fail if you're from Dubbo or if you're from the right part o' town. Shit man, I know that's bollocks, I just feel that I see all these winners in front of me ALL THE TIME. For the most part the only one who I think loses is me. Christ, I need to shape up...fuck...There hasn't been much to report over the last few days. I'm endeavouring as of this point not to use exclamation marks. God the temptation to put one in right there was huge. They make my doodles seem even more like the work of a 12 year old than they are already if that's possible. I must be a strange man- all that time spent worrying about the 'impact' of my writing on the 2 and a half of you who read it and how a stray piece o' grammar can lessen that. Crazy shit man. Maybe I'm an egomaniac after all. Talking of that vibe. Anyone seen 'My Best Fiend'? Good old Klaus Kinski. Jeez, it's fair to say that hammy actors aren't normally quite as 'intensely hammy' as he was. I kinda wish that more actors were of this ilk. It would be good if they had jesus complexes too of course. I like my absurdity so I do. I'm such a master at appearing absurd so therefore I appreciate it in others. You can maybe guess that my exclamation ban got close to infringement there. Work has been hard over the last coupla days. It's been hectic as far as both workload and emotional strain goes. I've been on my own for long periods of time. DT gets more and more ill by the day. I get more and more in love with TLK. We get more friendly as time goes by too which is a lovely thing to behold. The office politics continue to spiral into further ridiculous situations. Outside of work there haven't been any further chats with A-W. Think the dates still on. Shit, I'm not sure I want to go anyway. Too fat. Too ugly. Too shit. Still playing 'death games' of one kind or another- damaging psychological detours are happening too frequently. I am eating myself to death too. This doesn't quite carry the 'cachet' afforded to grogging yersel into the grave. It would somehow be more fitting tho' if I just became bigger than the late great Martin Ruane and died a farcical death. Still worrying about debt and doing nothing about it...of course. Wish I was a different person. I was going to say 'at times' but I really mean to say 'all the time'. Wish I didn't wallow in angst as much. Fuck I must stop this wishlist shit. One day I'll look you all in the eye and tell you I wish I was a member of Mogwai. That would solve a few problems right enough as then I could believe the hype and just not care that I produced shite on a daily basis...boom boom...