Thursday, August 31, 2006

Writer's bloc

I realise that after something of a flurry a wee while ago (thanks for noticing fingers), I have dried up for a bit on the old UO front. I have a pretty crap excuse -work- I have been working on a deal for the last few weeks with every man and his dog involved. The good thing about that is of course that the man doesn't tell the dog what he is doing, which means that the dog has carte blanche to go and do its business anywhere it likes, which apparently seems to be in my office. Relax, this is still a (tortured) metaphor, nobody has been taking a dump on my keyboard, but you get the idea.

It had, however, sucked any vestiges of creativity out of me when on two consecutive days when the deal was meant to sign and I was wandering around the city with a cheque with a very attractive number of zeros on it, one of the powers-that-be decided to re-cut the deal. Nevertheless, last night it was done.

Ok, minor whinge over. For now. The challenge this morning was to find something to tell you all - sitemeter tells me that you are both very loyal readers, so I guess I gotta feed the beast. Failing anything popping into my head to entertain you with, however, I have a dilemma for you to help me with. I need a holiday, as I am going to go postal here at some of the cretins I have to deal with on a daily basis if I don't get away for a bit soon. That much is easy.

Problem is that I would like any holiday of more than a week to involve going to Danishland. I would love to go and see the Dane, but she is just starting a new job, and therefore can't really take any time off. So I would basically be spending my days sitting in her apartment or wandering the streets of her home town. Don't get me wrong, it is a pretty hip and happening fishing village with no less than 10,000 inhabitants, but I need to do something fun at the moment, and seeing her nights is certainly better than nothing (seeing her at all would be good, let's face it), but I would like to have something for the days too, know what I mean? It isn't particularly easy to get extended periods of time off work, so I would prefer to save the bulk of my leave for when she can take a break too.

So tell me, am I being a completely selfish bastard for thinking this way, and wondering whether I can do something else for a break for now?

Think of this as an advice column, but one ASKING for advice, not giving it. We will return to your normal, hilariously entertaining and insightful programming shortly.

17 Comments:

At 10:05 am, Blogger Thursday's Child said...

You could work in the herring factory though.... *ducks*

I kid,I kid.

I don't think it is selfish to want a holiday and also to not want to sit around and wait. It is a true dilemma my friend. Will the Dane be upset if you take a holiday and don't go see her?

There are some great spots in Oz, not that exy to get to, and that are seriously great - Cape Tribulation, Magnetic Island, Exmouth (great diving) - dare I even suggest vineyards?

 
At 11:30 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Go to Byron Bay, go to the beach just north of the main bit at Byron, it is called Belongil.

It is beautiful and clean, and barely anyone goes to that bit so you can just relax and de-stress.

And IMO, if I was taking an o/s trip to see someone, I'd make damn sure they were free for the entire time - it's not like you're thinking of going cos you love windmills & shit, you're going to see her!

(and yes I'm at work and it is nearly 9.30pm here *sniff*)

 
At 11:33 am, Blogger Original Mel said...

No dilemma - it's your holiday, you can cry if you want to. Or, alternatively, go somewhere where you would not be sitting around looking at fish.

Of course, it is probably best to avoid the Great Barrier Reef in that case.

 
At 11:55 am, Blogger WJ said...

I must admit that the vineyard thing did cross my mind, ever so briefly you understand.

Actually, I reckon it would be awesome fun to get a group together and go somewhere that had beaches in vaguely accessable distance, wineries, ...well, beaches and wineries for a week, or even just a long weekend.

Or is that just a bit too Spring Break of me?

 
At 12:40 pm, Blogger Original Mel said...

It's only Spring Break-y if you insist on going somewhere where there are plenty of local strip joints / pubs with wet t-shirt competitions / foam parties.

 
At 1:51 pm, Blogger Mex said...

thes best and last holiday i had was to mooloolaba. 3 years ago before i started my current job. it was cheap as chips and the flights and accom for 6 days only cost me $500. the best part is that you have plenty of things to do if the weather is shithouse and fab fun stuff to do if its grand! c'est parfait!

i SOOOOOOOOOOO want to go back ASAP.
(NB dont go anywhere during school holidays - yech!)

 
At 2:29 pm, Blogger WJ said...

Georgia, can I get you to read that one back to yourself.

There's your answer....

 
At 3:00 pm, Blogger mushroom said...

Mooloolaba would have to be the most gold coasty part of sunshine coast. Nice beach etc and plenty to do there. But really if you are going to the sunshine coast there are heaps of better places other than mooloolaba and noosa. I'm just not telling where......

 
At 4:10 pm, Blogger killerrabbit said...

No don't tell our secrets shroom. Only Qlders are allowed to know!

I just looked at flights to Broome - have you been there? Meant to be quite nice.

 
At 5:03 pm, Blogger Mex said...

broome is nice but expensive.

mooloolaba was my first and last ever holiday. i had a good time. it was beachy enough without being too crowded. i liked it.

so piss off and stop bringing my holiday down...

 
At 5:18 pm, Blogger fingers said...

Why don't you and Mex take a nice trip together ??
You could escort her to London, where she no doubt expects to find the current object of her fantasy buried axle-deep in a Canadian whorebag.
She could then escort you to Knarstfarken, where you can again gaze over the herring empire that will be all yours some day if you choose to pursue your Great Dane.
After being satisfied that life blows many goats, you can then fuck off to Myknos for a week, drown yourselves in Ouzo and poke each other senseless with absolutely no guilt whatsoever.
Now...who else needs some advice today...

 
At 5:28 pm, Blogger Mex said...

that story reminds me of a time when my dad was driving me home in the car one day and vomited.

 
At 5:31 pm, Blogger fingers said...

And the apple never falls far from the vomit-tree, Mex...

 
At 5:50 pm, Blogger WJ said...

I'm confused now - am I the dad or the vomit in that story, or is it the predictable but most likely implication that I make you want to vomit.

Just so I understand.

Oh, and thanks for your input fingers, it has all become blindingly clear to me.

 
At 6:00 pm, Blogger fingers said...

Cheer up, Todd.
I'm sure after my date tonight with the unattainable divorcee, you'll have plenty of laughs at my expense tomorrow.
You know how I love to share my failures...

 
At 4:02 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oops I realized today that windmills aren't Danish...

der Belle!

 
At 8:10 am, Blogger WJ said...

Indeed there is Georgia. In fact they are one of the leading countries in terms of wind-based power generation. A Danish company even has some windmills in Tasmania.

I feel like National Geographic channel...

 

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