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Our work here in Perth is just about complete. This morning in Kings Park we photographed our first Big Thing: The Staircase.

Meanwhile, The Beast was at the doctor’s for a health-check ahead of its own big thing, our road trip across this great and vast land. Today, I decided to name the trip The Beast on the Road Tour, after, well, a 1982 tour by one of the bands that I have been known to be interested in. The doctor’s bill was considerable, but not quite $666, but at least now we can claim Piece of Mind (and four new tyres, a new battery and a healthier braking system).

In other news, our bank cards are now in our possession, which makes paying for things, such as car repairs far easier.

That’s about all the news that I have for now. Expect more in the New Year.

Be excellent to each other and party on!

York

As the holiday weekend draws to a close here in Western Australia, I figured it would be time for a catch-up.

We have spent the past few days staying in the company of Zac and his Mum and Dad, which is really nice. We all had a good Christmas together and Santa Claus managed to find us all.

Having Christmas in the Summertime is very bizarre indeed, dear reader. The sights of advent wreathes, decorated fir trees and shiny tinsel in the blazing sun, combined with the sounds of Christmas carols are all very incongruous. I even spotted someone wearing shorts at Midnight Mass, something hitherto unseen by these eyes!

The traditional barbecue on Christmas Day made an interesting change from turkey, ham and sprouts. I figured that this may prove a major selling point in convince my Dad that he should spend Christmas 2007 Down Under.

Having a picnic on the beach on Boxing Day was also rather nice. There are miles and miles of sandy beaches here in Perth, which means that even on a public holiday when the weather is glorious, it’s easy to get a parking space and to get a good spot on the beach. Sadly, it also proved far too easy to get my ankles sunburnt, but that’ll clear up shortly, I’m sure.

Today we took The Beast for a run up to York (the town so good, they named it once) for a mooch around. The Motor Museum was (for me) by far the highlight of this town. We decided to leave after a nice lunch for Beverley, stopping off to take in the views of The Avon Ascent. The views were beautiful, but the flies were keen to remind us that they were there first. Beverley was closed, so we just kept driving. MilesKilometres after kilometres of long, straight road… a taste of things to come!

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Just a quick note in reply to your emails and SMS messages to say that Mrs Johns and I arrived in Perth safe and sound on our third wedding anniversary as planned.

More later.

September

September is whizzing past faster than a speeding A1 car! While Mrs J is out enjoying herself, I thought I’d take the time to update my readership (that’s you) as to what’s been going on. It’s all terribly exciting!

I shall start off by mentioning the first exciting thing to happen, which was right back on the second of the month. Whilst waiting for my brother to arrive in The Duke of Cornwall pub with his friend ahead of the evening’s Iron Maiden gig I did a double-take as a man with long, blond hair walked in through the side door of the pub. I thought I was seeing things, but as the people in the bar moved, I realised that standing there at the bar was Iron Maiden’s drummer: Nicko McBrain. I couldn’t believe it! Anyway, having stood on something to boost my height and taken a photograph from afar, I walked up to the bar and asked Nicko if he’s mind me taking a photograph. He said nothing, he just posed with a trademark cheeky grin on his face. That made my night.

The ensuing concert was also most excellent, we were towards the back of the Carling Apollo but our view of the band and the sound were just right. We couldn’t have asked for a much better set-list than the tracks that they played from their first four albums and we all left the venue feeling like we’d really got value for money on our tickets. I was even quoted as saying it was the best Iron Maiden gig I’d ever been to. And I’ve been to a lot!

The next day we had a few friends and some family over to Johnsy Towers to enjoy some flame-grilled food and a couple of chilled refreshments. Both the food and the refreshments went down well in the scorching September sunshine. The brief lunchtime affair turned into a 12-hour boozathon (for many of us) and the recycle bins were fully-laden the next morning. I thank everyone who came along for being wonderful guests.

Within a week of the party, we were in the Ardennes with my father-in-law and mother-in-law. While K and her Mum enjoyed exploring the local region, myself and her Dad enjoyed watching some very fast cars indeed at the 2005 Belgian Grand Prix. I watch a fair amount of motorsport, but to go to a Formula 1 race is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. If you have a QuickTime player to hand, then you can watch my amateur video footage of the first fast lap of the race and see just how quickly the cars go past.

All of these things were great and good and very exciting, but none of these events were as exciting as the email that we received from the Australian Government’s Department of Immigration and Multicultural and Indigenous Affairs telling us that the application that we lodged at the beginning of March for permanent residents’ visas had been approved!

As such we’ve spent a lot of the past couple of weeks telling our friends and families the good news (taking some time out for my cousin Sharon’s wedding in Co. Laoise) and booking flights and hotels.

I’m sure we’ll be blogging a lot more about our emigration over the next three months, but I suspect we’ll be doing a lot more organising as we prepare the house for our departure on Tuesday, 20 December 2005. There is so much to arrange, what we’re going to sell, what we’re going to store in the UK, what we’re going to take with us at the beginning of our trip, what we’re going to have sent over when we find ourselves jobs and a home… We have lists of lists, I can tell you. Wish us luck, won’t you?

Disappointment

I’ve just watched what could be described as the US Formula 1 Grand Prix but would be more accurately be described as a farce.

Having just ordered tickets in the last week to go to my first Grand Prix, my heart sank as I watched fourteen of the twenty cars peel into the pit lane at the end of the parade lap. The situation in Indianapolis was entirely avoidable.

However, as sympathetic as I am to the fans’ bitter disappointment, there really was no excuse for the abuse that the remaining six drivers received. I don’t know whether I would have remained seated to watch the ‘race’, but the guys out on the track on the day were not the ones at fault. I felt sorry for them; particularly Tiago Monteiro, who gained his first Formula 1 podium, but couldn’t really celebrate it.

Very sad.

I {heart} NY

Having survived the first day back in the office after our trip away, I figured that it was high-time I relayed some words and pictures about our recent sojourn to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Taking the facts that we caught the aeroplane (with the high-tech, but slightly faulty entertainment system) and made it through US Immigration as read, I shall start with last Saturday morning at our hotel in New Jersey. I and his delectable wife C greeted us in the pouring American rain to transport us back to their house, which is North of New York City. We were told that on a clear day we would get some good views of the city. Of course on a day like last Saturday, all we saw was mist and rain until we were far North of the City.

Our hosts made us very welcome and after a lovely relaxing afternoon we went to see a local theatre production, which we enjoyed very much, despite our bodies’ desires to sleep during the second and third acts. Comedy prevailed over jet-lag.

Day two consisted largely of a trip to some of Dutchess County’s vineyards. Until that day, I was ignorant to the existence of such places, but it transpired that there are some rather excellent wines to be produced in New York State. Some examples of which are now resident in our wine-rack just downstairs.

Our brief stay at Whalley Towers, for which we thank our hosts muchly, came to an end as the working week started. On his way to the lab, I dropped us off at a train station with enough time for us to get a ticket before boarding a train to the aptly-named Grand Central Station.

We found our hotel with ease, right in the core of the Big Apple. Hooray for grid-like street layouts and unimaginatively-numbered roads. We were able to check-in nice and early to give us the opportunity to orientate ourselves with the city. The day was gloriously sunny and we walked down to the South of Manhattan Island.

The first well-known sight that we came to, completely by chance, was the sombre site of the twin towers of the World Trade Center. There were so many people standing around just looking, quietly, in disbelief at the huge crater where the two biggest buildings in New York once stood. Later on that day, as we walked back from the Brooklyn Bridge, we saw a car at the side of a road with so much dust on it, we thought that perhaps its owner had probably walked from the car to the Twin Towers on that fateful day. Not a pleasant sight.

As we wandered further North in Manhattan, the heavens opened, just as we were starting to think about what to do about an evening meal. Beacon-like, the Heartland Brewery and Rotisserie at the bottom of the tallest building around presented itself as a suitable place to shelter from the elements and to enjoy a meal, and perhaps a pint or two of the local brews.

We were up bright an early on Tuesday morning to catch one of the first ferries over to one of America’s most celebrated landmarks: The Statue of Liberty. First thing is most definitely the time to go as we were on a reasonably quiet ferry crossing and Liberty Island was also quiet when we got there. As we were leaving, the Island and the ferries arriving were much, much fuller.

Having paid our dues to go up inside the statue, been searched a couple of times, deposited out bags in the funky fingerprint-scanning lockers, we were informed that we would only be able to climb to the bottom of the actual statue and not all the way to the top (which the guidebooks told us was possible). Visitors have not been allowed to the crown area since 10 September 2001. Obviously this was a real disappointment. However, it was an absolutely beautiful morning and so the views of Manhattan we superb. From Liberty Island, we caught the ferry, rather predictably, to Ellis Island to investigate the museum there.

Back on the Mainland, we traipsed across town and off of American Soil to the United Nations. Again, the guidebook had let us down claiming that we could take a free tour, we couldn’t. Hey-ho. This was a good opportunity to rest our legs and send some postcards with funky UN stamps to our family.

Our second theatre visit of the week was to see Multiple TONY Nominee musical, Monty Python’s Spamalot at the Shubert Theatre (get your tickets here). Tim Curry was sadly absent on the (k)night, but his stand in (whose name escapes me for the minute) was excellent as King Arthur. We felt that the script would have to be changed considerably to work in The West End, but on Broadway, it was absolutely superb. Hank Azaria does a very good Cleese, it has to be said. Lots and lots of ‘in’ jokes and, what pleased me the most, is that I laughed more at the new material than at the old. And I laughed at the old a lot!

Wednesday was largely a day based around shopping. We went to all of the big department stores, shoe warehouses, computer shops, music shops and God knows what else. Surprisingly, we didn’t need to buy extra luggage to transport our goods home, which is good news. I managed to pick up some CDs that I’ve been after for a while and have struggled to buy in the UK (Cake, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Richard Cheese were among them, as well as the Original Cast Recording to a certain musical, for those interested).

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While people were busying themselves back home voting in the new parliament, we were investigating the Chinatown area of New York. We walked for miles and miles, which may explain why Poor K is having to keep her left foot elevated at the moment. On our travels, we found streets of stores that sold all manner of things. We chuckled at the rows of shops selling the same thing, whether it be fridges, chairs or lights. We also located the legendary CBGB Club, where we spent the evening watching a couple of great bands (Venus Flytrap and Dark-Faced Boy) and a couple of not-so-great bands. That night we got a ride home in a big yellow taxi, another thing crossed off my to-do list.

On our last full day in the city, we ventured to the 86th floor of the tallest building in Manhattan. Yes, we know everyone does it, but the views really are quite spectacular. Did you know that (much like this page), the Empire State Building has different colo(u)r schemes depending on the date?

Before heading to the airport for a long journey home, we simply went for a walk in the park. Of course when that park is Central Park, this could take a long time. Especially when you take the time to stop in Strawberry Fields and rest a while at the John Lennon Memorial.

You know what? I really liked New York. The people were so polite, there is a lot to see and do and you can pick up copies of The Onion on street corners. While we saw everything that we wanted to see, I still don’t feel that we’ve seen enough. We shall have to go back!

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Oooh! I have finally got around to looking at a link that K sent me last week to the website of a new Disney film: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. According to IMDB, the film will be released in time for Christmas.

After a brief wander around the website, I’m now off to find a copy of the book to include in my hand luggage for tonight’s flight.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe was one of my favourite books as a young boy, along with Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Oddly, I have no real desire to see that particular film, which means that Kris will love it!

Well, I have a few things to do before we head off to see The Whalleys in New York, so I shall bid you all adieu. Adieu!

Johnsy Goes Bananas

A few words, if I may (and I may), about a concert we enjoyed last night.

The evening started off with bitter, bitter disappointment as we arrived at the venue shortly after the advertised door-opening time and long before the advertised showtime. It was when we were collecting our tickets that we were to discover that Dean Howard had already finished their set and that Thunder were taking to the stage. I had been looking forward to this gig for quite some time, so I was quite browned off to miss Dave’s live performance.

Thunder’s short set was very good indeed. In fact, I now quite fancy seeing them at one of their own gigs.

Peter Frampton has never really been ‘my bag’, I have to say. I was quite tempted to sit in the (smoke free) bar during his set, but thought better of it. I have to say that I was really very impressed at the quality of the music. The tribute to the Men of Black Watch was touching and his encore, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, was absolutely superb!

There wasn’t too great a delay before the main act came onstage. Deep Purple kicked off the set with Silver Tongue from their latest record (mental note: must buy copy of Bananas, I have the MP3s that I downloaded for evaluation purposes for too long now). This was pretty good, but the show really got started (for me) when they played the opening track to their 1973 album Who Do We Think We Are?, Woman From Tokyo. Ian Gillan, who appeared to have come onstage barefoot in his pyjamas, introduced the concept of air-Hammond to the crowd before returning to the Bananas album for I Got Your Number. The next song was from Fireball: Strange Kind Of Woman. Gillan’s amusing little anecdotes in-between songs added to the occasion. The next delight was Bananas: the song, not the fruit! Demon’s Eye was an unexpected treat from the Fireball album, followed up by The Well-Dressed Guitar. Steve Morse played through the blinding instrumental Contact Lost, a tribute to the crew of Space Shuttle Columbia. The mood was lifted then by Knocking At Your Back Door from Perfect Strangers, which merged nicely into Don Airey’s awesome Hammond extravaganza, culminating in the title track from Perfect Strangers. The main set was to finish with three songs from an album I always have a copy of in the car, Machine Head, these were: Highway Star, Space Truckin’ and the inevitable Smoke On The Water. Sadly, I’d snapped the G string on my shiny new air guitar, whilst tuning up, so I had to leave the guitar solo up to the man on the stage (he did an impressive job, too). I still managed to play the opening chords to perfection, of course!

The encore was quite literally, In Rock (if you like rock music, you must own a copy of this album): a ten-minute version of Speed King, featuring an impressive bass solo from Roger Glover and a small drum solo from Ian Paice, before the grand finale: Black Night (the second song that Mrs Johns knew of the set)!

Deep Purple are without a doubt one of the greatest rock bands of all time. Seeing them live not only confirmed these thoughts, but also gave me a new sense of respect for those musicians. Highly recommended.

Well...

I have left it so long since I last blogged, that I forget all of the trivial things that I wanted to mention. Hey, ho. Less fat, more lean.

I shall just witter about GuilFest 2004, if that is alright with you. And even if it isn’t. GuilFest was my first ever music festival experience, which is odd given the amount of gigs that I have been to. I have to say that, despite the obvious lack of wife, I enjoyed every minute of the festival.

Gratuitous links to the bands that to which I bore witness now follow [please hover over the links for my brief thought snippets]:

I was in good company for the weekend, with oft-stars of this blog, Messrs. Dean and Mayes by my side. They picked us a good (if not slightly sloped) pitch. The slope didn’t prove too problematic. We were at the bottom of the camping site, which was great as we didn’t have hordes of people trekking past our tents at all hours in search of the amenities. I was very impressed with the quality of the plumbing facilities that were on offer at GuilFest. Hats off to the organisers there. I should have kept my hat on, mind, the forehead’s looking a tad red today!

A fine variety of rapid cuisine was available all weekend. I ate some of the finest Jerk Chicken (with hot pickled cucumber) that I have ever eaten. The rest of the food was good, too!

The highlight for me, was seeing Rolf live! That and hurtling groundwards at 60 miles per hour on the Wrigley’s Airwaves Drop Zone.

I’m quite keen that this will not have been my last music festival.

Colour supplement

Sunday, Sunday, here again. So soon. I have to say that I have been so busy recently that his week has flown by. This has to be a good thing. Mrs J has been in Miami for four weeks now. In just under three weeks, my wife will be home. I hope the next three weeks pass as quickly as this one did.

Since I last blogged, construction work has commenced at Johnsy Towers. I say ‘construction’, Given that to date this has involved digging a large hole just outside the main entrance and half-filling said aperture with cement and removing the shelter that once protruded from the front of the building: perhaps I should have said ‘destruction’. Progress could best be described as slow. In the original scheme of things, the Porsche porch was meant to be built by now. It don’t expect that the cement will be long dry by the time my wife returns.

On Tuesday night, of course, I was up at Piccadilly Circus with long-time chum James Casey, whom I bumped into by chance while awaiting a cancelled train at East Croydon Station. We made our way up to the City to join a reported half-a-million other people watching the spectacle that was Formula 1 Comes to Regent Street. From our position, we got to see six out of the eight drivers. These were:

  1. Nigel Mansell in the Jordan
  2. Cristiano da Matta in the Toyota
  3. Luca Badoer in the Ferrari
  4. Jenson Button in the BAR
  5. Zsolt Baumgartner and Kylie Flynn in a two-seater Minardi
  6. DC in the McLaren
  7. Juan Pablo Montoya in the WilliamsF1
  8. Martin Brundle in the Jaguar

I was saddened to hear that Minardi’s Sporting Director, John Walton, died shortly after this tremendous event. My sympathies go to his family, his many friends in the pit-lane and his partner, Louise Goodman.

Today, of course, is the Grand Prix of Great Britain, an event to which I always look forward.

While I go away and do all the things that I need to do before the race, I shall leave you with a link to the excellent Lego films. A couple of which have been linked to else where of late!

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