Brisbane Prac Post #1

Well, it's about time I put this blog to good use.

So, I've decided to adopt my friend Nathan's style* and, rather than emailing copious amounts of people and cramming up their inboxes, I'll be publishing my experiences on this blog and you may read them as you please.

I'll get to it.

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My adventure began leaving Townsville yesterday afternoon. Beebs was kind enough to drive me to the train station, where I realised my first mistake - I left my pillow and my jersey (only significant jacket) at home. Fortunately, ever-resourceful-Beebs keeps her own jersey in her car, and was kind enough to lend it to me for my trip south.

So, for the next four weeks, I'm Beebs. Don't get confused now.

I've always said that you meet the most interesting people on the train. Economy class, chiefly. Why, this trip I had the pleasure of sharing my region of the cabin with four children (two sets of siblings, under seven years), and their respective single mothers. It was noisy and rowdy, but the abuse that some of these children endure from their parents.. it was a real eye-opener and left one feeling helpless, and greatly sympathetic.

But perhaps the most interesting point of the trip (note I say 'interesting', and not 'highlight') was the chat I had in the club car with a drunken clairvoyant. After one too many rounds with the chardonnay, she asked me about what I do and went on to give me some... 'insight into myself'. As it turns out, according to the Amazing Miss Alco:

- I am much more than a pharmacist
- I am much farther than I think
- I need to remember the word 'backbone', even if it doesn't make any sense to me now

Well, she was right about point number three. In fact none of it made any sense to me. Her insight consisted of vague comments fading into the depths of ambiguity and obscurity. Fortunately there was no obscenity - that was coming from the next table.

So a fun trip, with very little sleep. Or inspiration.

But now I am home in Rocky, and get to spend three days with my family before heading down to Brisbane. I have no plans and no committments. It's like heaven, except it's Rocky.

Unfortunately, I don't know how frequenlty I'll be able to access internet whilst in Brisbane, but I hope to give you an up-to-date, blow-by-blow account of my journey as it unfolds. Or as regularly as I can.

Sincerely,
Scott

PS. Stay tuned for my personal analysis of NUGS - full of mindless abuse, mockery and obnoxiousness. And that's just my report.


*Here, it's best to apply the loosest definition of the word 'style' that you can.