The Yeah Yeah Yeahs and a town called Alice
Still unemployed, and to be honest its crap. I’m not going to write about how much a miss birds or having a normal life going to work or even how much I hate living at home, because that’s not me and non of its true anyway. Its crap because you don’t make anything of your days. Don’t learn anything new, and motivation drops to zero. Looking at jobs is one thing, but taking the time out to actually sit there for one hour and concentrate is the killing factor. Testament to this is the fact somebody lent me a book the other week about football. It looks a decent read, but to be perfectly honest, I cant sit down to read it. My attention span is about 5 minutes.
I’ve been fairly busy as of late though. Tonight I’m off to see Accrington Stanley V.s Stockport. But I’ve been to Birmingham Liverpool , Bolton for a stadium tour, and the St. Christophers football team occupies a lot of my time. It shouldn’t, but it does. One minute I love running it, the next it kills me. It’s the most enjoyable thankless task. Both elements have their moments.
At first job hunting, I was looking for the best possible job, but as I’ve been on the rock n’ roll now for 6 weeks, I’ve decided to lower my expectations. Some work is better than no work. Even the most basic of jobs can bring in a few hundred quid more than the dole, and there is an opportunity there to meet people. Canada
With doing nothing at home, Facebook is a perfect friend. Endless amounts of people to chat too and many memories stored. I like to look through my ..Alice Springs .. photos. Thinking back, it was a bit of a twat of a place because of various reasons, but I grew to love it eventually. I used to love working for adventure tours. I’d work 12 till 8 Monday to Friday. This meant that I could smash it every night and still get a lie in.
I’d usually get out of bed about 11, eat brekkie and watch the morning (what was left of it) news. The dog, Aston would be aching for attention, but I was in usually no mood to entertain it. I’d jump a quick shower and make it back in time for the start of Ellen. Once she does her opening segment, for some reason, somebody though it was be a genius way to kill time and have her dance her way through the audience. It amused me no ends, but it was also my signal to get off to work.
Reaching midday in ..Alice Springs .. can bring temperatures to a disgusting high. The town is really just in the middle of the desert, and the heat can be a joke. I’d cycle the 10 minutes to the yard, dodging the dragonflies, riding through thousands of crickets who part like riding though water. They’re so stupid as they just fly straight into walls. Arriving bang on time, I’d lash the bike into the shed, knock a few sleeping bags on rotation, arrange boom box for 8 hours of audio mayhem, and go see Tristan, Rachel and Marianne. They would have lunch ready for me, or would be in the process of preparing it. I’d spend the next hour chatting to them about my debauchurus night, killer hangover and alcohol loot from the previous evening. All three of them where sound, and Tristan was such a waste in a piss poor catering job.
They would usually go home about 3 bells, and the rest of the employees on site would leave about half 4 or 5. This would leave me a few hours to piss about. Fortunately I found a shop that sells toggers. These few hours would be spend doing keepy’ups (badly) and generally twatting about. I’d occasionally take the 4x4 and rag it around the yard. One day I even took a canister of petrol, poured a long line of petty along the yard. I wanted to see if it would light like something out of the movies. As it got dark, quickly, I’d climb on top of the busses parked in the yard. I loved just chilling on top of them listening to the album ‘It’s Blitz’ by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. At this time, maybe about 6 bells I’d have my first beer. I’d watch the sun close it’s door, and a world of stars would slowly appear. The soundtrack becomes more atmospheric, the bugs multiply and my road to conquering the sober state begins.
The tours would eventually start to come back, my job was to clear the rear of the vans out. Any left over food or drink was to be stored away for catering to do whatever with in the morning. This was my que to raid it. As the food should have been ate out on tour, if I took a load home with me, the nobody would notice. In my whole time in ..Alice Springs .. I only went shopping once for food. Any left over ale would either become mine, or the guide would take it home with them. Either way, I’d usually end up with at least a can to enjoy. Some of the guides where sound, others absolute belters. I’d leave the yard either at 8pm or sometime before, as long as all the tours where back in.
Cycle home, can in hand, shit, shower food, ring roz/sinade to see where and how I would poison myself. The call was usually Annies, and I’d usually be able to go down there by myself and know a few people. I felt that I had a really good set of mates in ....Alice
I used to love living with the kangaroos. Just watching them during the day or even messing about fighting with them at night, it was an experience that not many people will have.
Now I’m back home, I do miss being away. Not only because I could be in the sun, or around friends I miss, but because being out of a job in an economy that is so weak, cuts and redundancies seem to be the order of the year. 4 of my friends could be out of a job come January. It does however say to me that a job is a job, so if I can just get something for now and then take it from there it’s a start. English |
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