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And now for something a little different…

September 23, 2013 by Fran Leave a Comment

Hi folks, how are we all doing? I have something today that’s not like my usual ravings. I want to share something that was sent to me recently, and it got me thinking.

I have often wrote about the trials and tribulations of being an expat. Facing the conflicting emotions of knowing I am living my own personal dream, whilst at the same time struggling with internal demons that are telling me that I am not quite where I should be.

Over time I wondered, would I become one of the stereotypical “ping pong poms”?

Who knows? Maybe I will. I have safely negotiated the choppy waters of the first year. The waters are a little more sedate now and I seem to be sailing along nicely. For the moment. Without any ballast, I am liable to up and off somewhere new at the drop of a hat.

But whilst I am here, the infographic below is an excellent visualisation of the kind of decisions that I consider on a daily basis.

Have a read and make your own mind up, UK…or Oz??

Poms in Paradise? – An infographic by the team at Schepens

Brrr, goodbye Winter

August 31, 2013 by Fran Leave a Comment

Well, here I am well into the start of my second year as an expat in Australia. There were times over the last year that I doubted whether I would ever get to write that. Funny how life moves on, and I’m now wondering whether I will get to write the same about moving into year 3??

Being an expat is a rollercoaster of emotions. Emotions that seem to be magnified, as you don’t have the ones who really love you around for you to share them with. Especially at low times. And there have been lows, let’s not kid ourselves. It is through the low times that you wish you could just jump in the car and drive to mum’s for a cuppa, a hug, and for her to tell you it’s all going to work out. Well, mum, it will J

So, what has happened this month? The biggest event in my life, and I can’t overstate it, is the start of football season. For any Australian readers, it is not the EPL. It is THE Premier League. If an acronym makes me want to grab Skippy and throttle him within an inch of his life, it is this. What other Premier League can you possibly be referring to?

And on my new telly, with my new Foxtel cable connection I can get to see more games than I actually would at home. Every, yes, every Premier League game is shown. It’s a football feast at the weekend. As I write this we are on the cusp of United v the scousers, so that is my Sunday night sorted.

Another big event was me taking a full day riders’ course and test on the scooter to get off my “L” plates. As you may have seen, I was pleased to have successfully navigated the streets of Botany and am now on my “P” plates. This is a strange system in Australia whereby you need to be on “provisional” plates for a year before you automatically convert to a full licence. With this you would think people in Australia could drive. Oh dear, how wrong you would be. I could elaborate but I would only get angry again.

One thing I don’t need, is too much time on my hands. As you know, this has a tendency to give me itchy feet. It was during one such Sunday afternoon, bored, that I decided on impulse to book a weekend away to Byron Bay. A few clicks of the mouse later and I was fully booked on a JetStar flight for a cheeky weekend in October. I have been to Byron a couple of times over the years but will be good to go and get new memories. That is what my life is about.

Oh well, if I can’t spend my money on myself, who can I spend it on? And we will almost be in the throes of summer so will be nice to get out of the humid city.

Older readers may remember the phrase, “ambassador, you spoil us”, from the old Ferrero Rocher adverts. I was reminded of this one day this week as I was invited along to a lunch for the Australian Ireland supporters’ fund. You may think, me too, that this is a strange thing for an Englishman to go along to. However, it was great event, officially for networking, but a good excuse for a really good feed and a couple of glasses of wine at lunch. And the keynote speaker was the Irish Ambassador, hence the reference to chocolates at the top.

As I publish this, winter officially ends and we enter Spring. A period of optimism at Cormack HQ as we now start the countdown to Summer, and Xmas. Yes, it is just around the corner folks, sorry to mention it, but it’s time to start thinking about how to spend it. Another birthday on the beach? Quaffing champagne. Or head to colder climes for a more traditional Xmas? We are yet to see whether my newly bought esky will get to see the beach on the 25^th. Upon such decisions are lives made.

On that philosophical note, I will leave you and get back to the football. Til the next time folks!

Happy Australian Anniversary…

July 27, 2013 by Fran 3 Comments

…to me. Well almost. By the time you read this I will be 1 week shy of being in Australia for 1 whole year. This is on Sunday 4^th August. Granted, I have had a couple of weeks back in the UK, but the milestone has come around so fast. Plans are in place to celebrate with friends with a monster schnitty (chicken schnitzel) at one of my favourite drinking haunts, The Bavarian in Crow’s Nest.

This comes with the added bonus that I recently found out that the following Monday, 5^th August, is a bank holiday! However, note the wording, “bank holiday”. This doesn’t quite mean the same here as in the UK. It means you only get the holiday if you actually work for a bank. This is true. So my friends don’t get to share the same privilege.

The last month, since we last spoke, has gone by in a blur of sporting success and free flowing beverages. (Some of them quite hoppy Chris). Although the first event almost turned in to a personal disaster for me. This was, what subsequently turned out to be the unforgettable Lions match in the Sydney Olympic Stadium, now rebranded as the ANZ Stadium. In the excitement to get on the beers, I had rushed around at home, got into the obligatory Lions jersey and got picked up. Relaxing with a cold stubby, enjoying the sunshine, and ready to head off to town, I was asked, “final check, tickets?”. Shiiiiiiiiiiit. Seriously?

I’m just glad I was asked at 1.15pm, so we had time to remedy this emergency, and not when we had got all the way out to the stadium and in a slightly more inebriated condition. I would have missed one of the greatest nights in Lions history as we tore the woeful Wallabies to pieces. Lions! Lions! Lions!

The following weekend saw me heading out west of the city, sadly not on a big yellow bus, to celebrate “Xmas in July”. I am not sure of the exact provenance of this tradition, but from what I can gather, it is for European ex pats that wanted to celebrate Xmas when it was cold and in winter. OK, I agree with the winter part. But cold? I suspect it is just another excuse to get out the mistletoe.

We had a fabulous time, with the carols playing, having a secret santa, and sat around the table having a full xmas dinner. The host had also gone to the trouble of making some rather excellent homemade mince pies. Mulled wine and marshmallows toasted around the open fire ended a great evening.

Weekend 3 in July brought the arrival of Man Utd for their Sydney leg of the pre-season tour. On the Friday night they held an open training session, selling 20,000 tickets for this at $15. At just over the price of 2 beers this was too good an opportunity to miss so off we went with the hordes to the Sydney Football Stadium to watch the new manager Moyes put the lads through their paces.

I’m not sure it was just as a result of that particular training session but the following night we crammed 83,000 fans in to the ANZ Stadium and watched Utd stay in first gear as they battered the A-League No Stars 5:1. It should have been the “A-League All Stars” but in a team bereft of Alesandro del Piero and Shinji Ono there weren’t many stars on show.

Other stand out events in a fun packed month include an Italian cooking class at Signorelli’s with the whole team from work. Around 50 of us were broken up into small teams, and after watching and learning from the head chef we had to go and make various dishes. Caprese salad, pumpkin risotto and a bit of wagyu beef completed the evening’s menu. Relaxing after with the complimentary wine (free flowing all night) we found out that our team had won. I now have a brand new cook book as a prize. Dinner anybody?

I have booked my next scooter course which, if passed, will allow me to move off my learner (L) plates and onto my provisional (P). 12 months on the Ps and I can remove altogether and will have a full licence.

Finally, in a fit of extravagance, I have now bought my first TV in Australia. And a DVD player. I am coming into the modern times. Apparently I can also get the internet on the television but that might be a step too far for me right now. Baby steps. And whilst I was at it, I have finally ordered Foxtel, the Aussie equivalent of Sky television. I have bought the sports package, obviously, that shows every English Premier League game. And despite them being on at odd times I will have Sky+ so I can record them and watch at my leisure. Life is good. Just need the season to hurry up and start now.

Well, I think just about sums up July, and year 1. If you are still reading, well done. And thank you. I promise to have a shorter blog next month. I don’t expect it to be half as eventful but things have a funny way of working out. Before we know it, I will be writing about Xmas (not the one in July) and all that brings.

But until then, stay safe, stay happy, and keep living.

Europe Revisited

June 30, 2013 by Fran Leave a Comment

I seemed to countdown forever, but the trip finally arrived. My visit back to the UK and a tour of all the culinary delights that I have been sorely missing. Although I should probably clarify here, the purpose of my trip wasn’t just to put on the half stone that I did. It was primarily to see family and friends. And if those visits entailed long, leisurely lunches and decadent dinners, who was I to complain?

In keeping with my documented goals of 2013, I again travelled somewhere new in the world. Kicking off the holiday with a weekend in Munich for the, now annual, boys weekend jaunt. Munich is somewhere that has been on my bucket list for a while, but actually for Oktoberfest. That said, even if we had waited a few months I’m not sure even we could have drank many more pints of good German beer.

And talk about good hangover food, I think we had more visits to the Golden Arches than we did hours sleep. Munich itself turned out to be a very beautiful city. Full of big open squares, leafy gardens and the odd beer hall. But a word of advice. If you ever plan to visit the outstanding Allianz Arena (home of Bayern Munich), don’t go in searing heat, with a hangover, when there are works and restrictions on the train lines. Just saying.

With regards to hangovers, Steve, shame you never managed the world record, but we always have next year.

After Munich, came England, and specifically beautiful Yorkshire. For the following couple of weeks I gorged myself on traditional English fayre and the Yorkshire countryside. And when I say traditional English fayre I don’t just mean pies and pints of Copper Dragon Golden Pippen, but also delicious garlic laced curries of the sort that don’t seem to have made their way down under.

Amongst many highlights, some would say the coup de grace was the amazing lamb henry, slow cooked one Sunday morning and served up at lunch with copious amounts of wine. Oh, and cider. And vodka. And port. I think it was a good day, but I’d need to ask somebody else who was there to confirm. If the amount of time it takes you to eat a bacon and black pudding butty is a barometer of how drunk you were, I’d say some were very drunk. At least the alcohol made me forget the rice pudding you could hang wallpaper with. If I was the chef, I’d stick to main courses.

Family, friends and a sun baked Yorkshire treated me well. I ordered sunshine to remind me of my antipodean home and boy did the old country deliver. The 2 weeks went by in a flash of catch ups, belly laughs, food, beer and wine.

Reminding me of who and what is important to me in life I was truly sad to be leaving. If only I could have stayed longer. There were people I missed out on this time, due various reasons, including conflicting holiday plans. I know I will see them all next time, whenever that may be. And there are others I already can’t wait to see again, and I know I will, all in good time. I just need a little patience.

Beautiful Yorkshire

For now, I return home with some fantastic memories, ready to face the start of my second year of this Australian adventure. And what a start it will be. Going to the 3rd Lions test in Sydney, which of course is now going to be the decider. Watching Man Utd in the same stadium, some 2 weeks later play a team of A-League All Stars. And celebrating “Xmas in July”, an Aussie tradition, in between.

With new motivation, a game plan to be agreed upon, and the aim of getting fitter, the rest of 2013 could turn out to be one of the biggest years yet.

Signing off, the Yorkshire Expat.

Films watched on plane(s)

Django

Killing Them Softly

Stand up Guys

Side Effects

Life of Pi

Trance

TV series watched on plane(s)

The Thick of It – whole of season 4 (bloody brilliant)

Hasta Pronto Amigos

May 20, 2013 by Fran 2 Comments

And I will see (many of) you soon.

As I start to reflect on what has now been the best part of a year being an expat, I now also look excitedly to my upcoming trip to Europe.

I will be flying into Munich on Friday 14^thJune to meet up with the “annual get away” crew. As with our previous jaunts to Las Vegas, and Prague, no doubt there will be much marveling at the architecture and we will surely see the insides of many churches and museums. I’m even told the Germans brew quite a mean beer so maybe we will get to sample a few of those, if the itinerary allows!

Then I join the boys on an EasyJet flight into England late on Sunday 16^th for just short of 2 weeks catching up with as many friends and family as I can possibly fit in. Being the commensurate project manager, I have a timeline, and an almost full spreadsheet covering each day that I am there. There could yet be a couple of slots made available so if you fancy a beer / wine / cup of tea, let me know. I have a UK phone number for the time that I will be there. If you want it, just drop me a message or a mail.

But what I will say, can you please collectively (or even individually!!) not make it TOO enjoyable or I will not want to return. And then I will have some very big decisions to make. From memory, England is bloody cold at Xmas.

What have I been doing in the lead up to it, besides counting down for the last 3 months? I managed to complete level 3 of my Spanish lessons. This means I have now done 24 weeks of lessons and have to say I have managed to learn a lot. Although the further you scratch the surface of learning a language, the more you realise you have to learn. Having a Spanish speaker at work helps and despite my feelings of inadequacy when we speak in Spanish, she tells me she is very impressed with what I know, and my accent. I must be doing something right then. Muy bien! I have put a temporary hiatus on my studies due to the holiday.

You Facebookers out there will know that I recently did something in Sydney for the first time. Something I always said I wouldn’t do because of the cost. No! Not that Steve. Kings Cross isn’t that expensive these days 😉

Top of the world mamma!

I finally did the Sydney Harbour Bridge Climb. Taking the philosophy that a) life is short, and b) I don’t really know how long I will be here, I decided to take the plunge. And I thoroughly enjoyed it. I joined a “Twilight Climb” which entailed going up in the day light, and down in the dark. It was a fantastic experience and would recommend anybody ever in Sydney to do it. And rewarding yourself with beers in The Australian pub across the road makes for a great day and night.

Whilst I was in the spirit of smashing the #sydneybucketlist I booked myself onto another first, whale watching in the ocean off Sydney harbour. I had a great day, in the sun, on the water, but “whale watching – whales = watching”. Yes, as the season had only started the day before, all I got to see was lots of dolphins. However, all was not lost as I was given a voucher for a free return trip to take anytime I like before the end of the season in November. So I may get to see whales yet.

Anybody seen a whale passing here? Not very big!

Other than the usual stuff of crazy nights out, a couple of rugby games (both league and union), and the daily grind of work, nothing much else has happened. We are now very much in Autumn, and I can feel it. I am going to even have to buy a thicker duvet, or get a bed mate, as the nights are getting very cold. Where did I put those pyjamas?

I have put in an early order for sunshine whilst I am in England, so can you all see what you can do for me #prayforsunforfran

With that, I will sign off and the next time I speak to many of you may well be in the flesh. To say I am giddy is an understatement. See you all on the other side.

Not 19 Forever

April 28, 2013 by Fran 1 Comment

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Not, as I thought, the collective noun for a bunch of old Ford cars (Cortinas), but in fact a (pop?) band. The Courteeners. A band responsible for the song of this blog title, played over the tannoy to a very happy Old Trafford as the 20^thtitle was secured in style versus Aston Villa.

This being the main reason I have been walking around Sydney with a big stupid grin for the last week or so. We have been champions elect for some time but until we made it safe I was still having nightmares about the end of last season. When I see Man Utd play at the ANZ Stadium, Sydney in July, it will be back in our rightful place as Champions of England.

I also feel that the writing of my last blog seems to have been the best therapy I could have had. Massively cathartic. And heartening to get so many positive messages from friends. The outlook seems sunnier now, quite literally despite it being Autumn, and I am doubly looking forward to my upcoming visit to England, just over a short 6 weeks away. Yes, really so soon. In typical Project Manager fashion, I have a plan, a timeline and a very full spreadsheet. And for the last 2 months, Mum has been stocking up on the booze and has a few of my favourite meals lined up. Aren’t mums brilliant!

The 6-week countdown to my trip ushers in the start of month 10 as life as an expat. I’ll say it again. Where is the time going? I’ve had my well-documented ups and downs, but seriously, I’ve nearly been here a year already? The writing of this blog really brings home to me how time is passing.

People ask how long I will be here for, and whether this is “forever”. What is forever? I’m not sure it exists as an entity. More a collection of “nows”. All the “nows” add up to create the moments and various chapters of your life. Some chapters are longer than others. This current chapter is currently a good read, so it will continue. That said, this is not how I want the book to end. As alluded to in the last blog, this story is just getting started. I’m ready for bigger and better things.

What else do I have that I can share with you? Well, this has been a very expensive few days. Last Thursday was ANZAC (Australia and New Zealand Army Corps) day in Australia, a public holiday. ANZAC Day – 25 April – is probably Australia’s most important national occasion. It marks the anniversary of the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War. Following dawn services, the afternoons are traditionally spent in the pub playing a very strange game called “2 Up”. A variation of “heads or tails” that gets the pubs packed and has loads of people gambling on the outcome. I didn’t get roped into any gambling but did savour a few cold ones. It’s fair to say that the following day at work wasn’t my most productive.

Then we get to Saturday and after a day at the beach, I return to the flat to make @scottbarton8 a cup of tea only to find that we were locked out of the flat. The thing is, I had my keys, but just not the key I needed. I have 2 locks on the apartment door. A yale lock, for which I have the key and is the lock I always use. The other lock is one of those that you lock from the inside and then close the door. I never, repeat never, use this lock. What must have happened is that I appear to have pressed in the lock, on the inside by accident, then pulled the door closed. Upon my return, I could unlock the top lock, but not the bottom, the key for which was inside the flat.

We jumped in the car and drove to the letting agent, only to find it closed. I then rang them, only to find they were out of town. My only option it turned out was Mosman Locksmiths! He promptly turned up and after about 5 minutes of what appeared to be just trying to ruin the lock, and $140 later, he had me back in the flat. And before you tell me, yes I know, there is a lesson in there. It seems I’m learning a lot of lessons recently.

So, as I go and copper up, working out how much spending money I will have for my trip to Europe, I will leave you to enjoy your emerging Spring (if you are reading from the UK). What’s that you say? It’s snowing again? Spare a thought for me. It’s Autumn here.