1991

1991 found me in Sydney, Australia.

One of the best years of my life.

Despite having several friends over there they were all travelling up the coast working on carnivals and such.

Had to find myself some accommodation double quick sharp.

Walking aimlessly around Kings Cross early evening (sounds like a Soft Cell lyric) I stumbled upon an advert on a lamp post. 

It said something to the effect of luxury 8th floor flat overlooking opera house and botanical gardens. $25 per week.

This sounded a littttttle too good to be true.

Ripped a phone number from the frayed bit on the bottom and gave it a call.

A 'fatigued' sounding English chap answered my call. My presence was requested later that evening. Obliged, I said I would be in attendance.

No wonder it was so cheap - there were twelve backpackers living there - 6 to a room in a 2 bedroomed flat.

Just the ticket then.

Anyhooo before the flat went under when the rental people got a sniff of what we we up to I took the wall mounted 'records' of who lived there.

Here it is:

I was the 65th tenant.

On a sad note our good friend Sergio (number 55) died soon after leaving Australia.

Rest in peace buddy. 


You gave us so many laughs whilst we lived in that flat.