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Freddie Woo tells us how he recently spent ages trying to open his front door with his Oyster Card before realising he actually needed things called "keys". Tell us of times you've done stupid things while on auto-pilot
( , Thu 21 Mar 2013, 12:20)
Freddie Woo tells us how he recently spent ages trying to open his front door with his Oyster Card before realising he actually needed things called "keys". Tell us of times you've done stupid things while on auto-pilot
( , Thu 21 Mar 2013, 12:20)
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It was the humidity that got me in Sydney.
Every single fucking day in the summer, one of my colleagues would ask "did you swim here today?"
What really got me was that they'd spend all winter whining about how cold it was and preying for the summer and when it got there, they spent all day whining about how hot it was as if thy'd never lived through an Australian summer. Even though it got ridiculously hot in Adelaide, al least it was never humid.
I really miss it now I'm back in the cold, dark, frozen north.
( , Sun 24 Mar 2013, 8:50, 3 replies)
Every single fucking day in the summer, one of my colleagues would ask "did you swim here today?"
What really got me was that they'd spend all winter whining about how cold it was and preying for the summer and when it got there, they spent all day whining about how hot it was as if thy'd never lived through an Australian summer. Even though it got ridiculously hot in Adelaide, al least it was never humid.
I really miss it now I'm back in the cold, dark, frozen north.
( , Sun 24 Mar 2013, 8:50, 3 replies)
When I was growing up in Mt. Isa
we called the humid months (October to December) "The Wet". They also had another point of reference for people dealing with this weather effect - "going troppo".
Welcome to the club both of you - once you've gone troppo, you can't go back. This is Australia.
( , Sun 24 Mar 2013, 9:08, closed)
we called the humid months (October to December) "The Wet". They also had another point of reference for people dealing with this weather effect - "going troppo".
Welcome to the club both of you - once you've gone troppo, you can't go back. This is Australia.
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I've heard Darwin is the worst for going troppo.
Apparently, you get that just-before-a-thunderstorm feeling for weeks before the wet finally breaks and it drives people mental. I was up at Mt Lewis near the end of the wet in early 2012 and it was actually quite cold for a short while. Spent a happy few hours flicking leeches at each other.
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Apparently, you get that just-before-a-thunderstorm feeling for weeks before the wet finally breaks and it drives people mental. I was up at Mt Lewis near the end of the wet in early 2012 and it was actually quite cold for a short while. Spent a happy few hours flicking leeches at each other.
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Brisbane Summer is fucked. Off the charts heat & humidity. Air conditioning makes it bearable.
Autumn, Winter and Spring are pretty good. Winter only lasts a few weeks.
I grew up in Tasmania, and I scoff at my pathetic neighbours in Brisbane, who have a woodheater, and rather than say, put on a jumper, they make a big song and dance about lighting a fire during winter when the temperature plummets to single digits overnight. I also like watching them try to chop firewood with an axe. No clue whatsoever.
I live in an old Queenslander house, which does not contain a single fireplace (at some point, the old timers finally worked out it was a waste of time and effort to build them). It was kind of weird at first, coming from a cool climate, to not have a woodstack by the back door and at least one fireplace in the house.
My ideal Australian cycle would be to retreat to Tasmania each Summer, then head back to Brisbane for the remainder of the year.
Actually, on second thoughts, my ideal Australian cycle would also involve travelling around the country, looking for good camping spots, away from the ubiquitous trio of German backpackers.
( , Sun 24 Mar 2013, 11:21, closed)
I'd have loved to have visited Tassie.
Sadly, Adelaide was too backwards to offer a direct flight to Hobart and we did three days' birding in south-west WA instead.
Worth it for the photos:
www.tonykeenebirds.co.uk/abirds/scarletrobin.htm
( , Sun 24 Mar 2013, 11:32, closed)
Sadly, Adelaide was too backwards to offer a direct flight to Hobart and we did three days' birding in south-west WA instead.
Worth it for the photos:
www.tonykeenebirds.co.uk/abirds/scarletrobin.htm
( , Sun 24 Mar 2013, 11:32, closed)
I went to an Oil and Gas conference the other week, and was chatting to a bloke who maps all the fauna in the Gas fields that needs to be avoided (I do a lot of mapping for that purposes, it's a surprisingly big issue with the Gas companies)).
We were talking about the near-extinct Orange Bellied Parrot of Tasmania. Apparently it migrates to South Australia each year to nest and breed. That's a hell of a flight for a tiny Parrot. The habitat is slowly being removed in South Australia (natural salt marshlands), hence they have virtually stopped breeding.
Quite sad. Feral cats probably account for the few that actually make the journey, breed and return to Tasmania.
( , Sun 24 Mar 2013, 11:57, closed)
Try the humidity in Hong Kong. I lived there for two years. Even a 2 minute walk outside would leave me with armpits like a Spanish waiter.
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