Is It Because I Is Kazakhstani?

In a supreme moment of insanity, I just caught myself laughing out loud for no reason - and I know precisely what - or who - to blame for this. Sasha Baron Cohen, stand on up! The man is clearly a comic genius of epic proportions who is able to fully immerse himself in character. It must actually be quite difficult to have a comedic response ready for each new and more horrific homophobic, or unknowingly racist statement made by seemingly 'normal', wholesome looking American citizens, but in Borat, he always has one right there, ready for the picking.

Ah Borat. Cara and I queued along with a man who had the most ridiculously coiffed hair and tightest t-shirt I have ever seen and who had the nerve to actually push in front on me (and nearly make me lose my grip on my Maltesers). I shook my fist at him and glowered for a good ten minutes. The queuing was worth it, though - for every moment of pure, unadulterated cringing I did, I also laughed my guts out, particularly at 'The Running Of The Jew' - "She's laid an egg! Quick, kick it, don't let it hatch!"

Camping calls this weekend and I want you all to have sympathy for Munro - apparently, in my sleep, I am prone to kicking her or rolling over and attempting to lie on top of her (in my sleep, you terrible people!). We have been sharing a bed now for over a month and it would probably be immeasurably more awful in the confines of some weather-proof canvas and zippers.

Nipples and Talking Elephants

Allo all!

I was having a conversation with Ryan last night, a fellow Irish-ite living it up in Oz and we both came to the same conclusion - we have never eaten so many kebabs in our lives until we came here.

Let me elaborate - kebabs back home are a ‘eat when desperately drunk’ kind of food. They usually rank below the ubiquitous gravy and chip or even the dirty big curry. But here is Australia, they are a beloved, dare I even say an average everyday food. You can find yourself eating them sober. SOBER! Some people even go out drinking simply to justify the eating of a kebab at the end of the night, such is their power. They will soon be vying with dolphins and David Hasslehoff for world domination.

I was watching the news this morning and right after the Canadian ‘Angel Of Death’ story (in which we were treated to a series of pictures of Kimveer Gill posing with various weapons) there was a touching story about a South Korean zoo keeper who believes that he has taught his elephant to speak. In Korean. If you are lucky enough to see the clip of the elephant doing this, then you will see the sheer trunk strain which talking obviously does to the poor animal. Also, it will probably never be able to pronounce the tough Korean double ‘ss’ sound.

I saw Nacho Libre a few nights ago and am still distressed by Jack Black’s nipples. They’re on display for about 78% of the movie and if it isn’t his nipples then it’s his butt. Just pray that it doesn’t start a trend.