Going downhill fast...

Well... life continues as normal. I am a bit older, a bit wiser and a bit warmer.

I have been to Whistler and discovered that skiing is much like riding a bike. And I don't just mean that you don't forget how to do either, I mean also that you need a certain level of co-ordination to avoid falling into large bodies of water. A degree of co-ordination, that I, sadly, do not possess. Skiing is also a bit like sado-massacism (so they tell me, so they tell me...), in that you are going through intense levels of pain in order to receive that rush of oh so passing pleasure. Trying to get out of bed the next day was a bit like trying to rub your nose with your inner thigh - difficult, fairly painful and somewhat pointless.

But, and this a big but people, I did cut a dashing figure on the snowy slopes, having gone in search of a pair of ski pants the previous day. As it is coming up to the end of the season here, I was cajooled into buying a wonderous pair of red, brown and yellow numbers worked over with a peacock feather pattern. I am going to take them clubbing next time... I am sure that the sheer garishness of the garments will leaves the local females standing like a proverbial deer in the headlights - or at the very least distract them from my hair (which at the moment is rather large - haircut is on the list, people. )

My birthday itself was rather good - talked to all the fam, and was blessed with many unexpected gifts. I tell you, my mother has an unsettlingly good idea of my taste in clothing. A night of Poker variants was had at the lovely Casa de la Jade, in which, despite a promising start, I quickly got bored and began to do stupid things, like betting more money than was actually in my posession. If anyone wants to take me on as a funds manager, give me a yell.

What else, what else. This week has seen a vist by the one, the only Ms. Ali and Ms. Anna (well, technically that is two people and therefore not the one and only, but you get the idea. Stop being so picky!). We have had a good weekend together consisting primarily of eating and drinking. So unlike us!

All else is well. Another Whistler trip this weekend to celebrate my nameday. I do so love the month of March.

Rock and Roll.

Paddy

He's a working girl.

Hmm, yet again we have endured ( and I do not use the term lightly) a period of unprecendented silence from the mind of Paddy. I will not make excuses. I will not.

I could say that as I have finished travelling and have settled into the city of Vancouver, my relevations, thoughts and ponderings have, like the city itself, stagnated into a rain drenched funk.

I could say that I am still to successfully replace my camera (Damn Ebay and all its grandchildren)

I could say that the search for work, shelter and food has consumed my otherwise active mind - causing inexplicable feelings of guilt when I was focused on other, shall we say, more trivial matters.

I could say provide you with these reasons and more. But that would be lying. L-Y-I-N-G. And like that spandex clad pansy man before me, Superman, I am dedicated to truth, my own version of justice, and the banning of bow ties from all televised awards ceremonies. (White scarfs too - what is it with men of a certain age wanting to look like they have just shaved their shoulders and forgotten to remove the foam?)

As you may have gathered from the fact that I told you earlier in this entry, I am now in Vancouver working and living. I am working for some law firm or other, the name of which I am yet to remember, as a legal assistant. Yes I am a secretary - and while I find the mini skirts flattering to my bum, I just can't master this walking in heels thing. (ok - so clearly all secretaries are not female - it just wouldn't have been potentially funny if I had made a quip about having to wear a tie and suit). I like it, especially the fact that everyone tends to go home bang on 5pm regardless of whatever they happen to be doing at the time. The thunder of paperwork hitting desks and filing cabinents been slammed shut is as blissful as the news that Iemma and Debnam had inexplicably quit from politics, leaving the NSW election to be fought between Kerry O'Brian and a hamster named Boris.

I have found a lovely apartment with an equally lovely flatmate called Talia and have been quite successful in integrating myself into the Vancouver social scene. The only difficult thing I have found is adapting to the fact that I shiver constantly when walking from one place to another. It is not really that cold, just colder than normal. Thank whoever, that I am not further east, as they just have plain silly temperatures over that way and should clearly try much harder.

Hmm... not much else to tell, although on Jess's recommendation I shall go to see the aquarium with the otters that do cute little human things with their hands.

Oh and I turn 25 this Sunday....

Rock and Roll.

Paddy