Rough

As I write this, my mouth is as dry as Gandhi's flip-flop and my head feels like its been fired from a cannon. Sair times.

I've remembered there were a few stories I forgot to include in the last update, other intelligent things JingleLad and I got up to on our wanderings...
We were in the pub with a mental crowd of Welsh people, we're gibbering away and alls going well. Then a few of the Welsh people start rabbeting on in their own language (very similar to Elvish ) while one poor Welsh guy doesn't say anything and just looks lost. He doesn't speak Welsh, so the rest of the group like to take the piss a bit and he doesn't understand a word of it. It was a weird situation, and also our inspiration for a wee bit of banter on our next night out.

Fueled with the notion of how another language could be useful to us, we headed out to one of the busier bars. After a tense coin toss, JingleLad was confirmed as the guinea pig. For the rest of the evening, he could no longer speak English, but only Scottish Gaelic. Not that either of us can actually speak Gaelic, but we've found that a few throaty noises and a straight face will easily convince Australian girls otherwise. Magic. 
So we went off to try JingleLads luck, minus the basic advantage of coherent speech. Bold as ever, off he went to a group of girls in the bar. After the inevitable linguistic presented themselves, he waved me over to translate:

"Sorry my mate here doesn't speak English, only Gaelic. He was saying hello to you all, and that he likes Australia alot." 

"Oh really!? He doesn't speak English? But you can understand him though?"

"Aye, it's quite common back home actually. He's in Oz so he can learn English and get a job over here"

"Oh cool, I wish I could speak another language! It sounds really nice."

JingleLad jumps in with a smile and a blast of rapid 'Gaelic':

"Chracccter ooft have arrrggghhh showwo!"

"What did he say to me just there?"

The opportunist that I am, I jumped into wingman mode:

"He said you have beautiful eyes."

"Ohh, that's so sweet! Can you ask him to dance with me?"

And that, was that. Even we were surprised at how well that worked. Also, it doesn't matter how drunk you get when you can only speak fake Gaelic, it's not as if you can slur the words.

We've had the kilts on the go as well, a few nights out in them. Not for any particular reason other than they were the only clean clothes we had left. Putting a laundry on can take several hours out of your day, that was a stress we simply didn't need.

In other news, one day we were walking about the wealthier part of town, South Bank. It's all beautiful lagoons and expensive restaurants down there so naturally we blended right in. As we're walking along, some guy asks us if we want a free haircut. We reply we wouldn't mind aye, so we follow him back to this salon. A relaxing massage and a shampoo before someone chopped our mullet, while we sat drinking coffee and wondering what the catch was. There was none, just because they were in training we now get our hair cut there for free. For the paying public, that stings them $85 apparently. And we've to go back in a few weeks and they'll do it again. Winning. 
Strangely enough, the gay guy that worked in there had a great response after hearing we were Scottish. "Ah, Buckfast!" The boy knows his fine wines.

Bit of important news received today, Bargain Hunt is coming to Oz! That program is class. I think it'll be great watching old people arguing over the price of a dijaridoo. 
We've also found arguably the most important shop in Brisbane, one that has a plentiful supply of cold Irn Bru. When your rough and it's a roasting hot day, there is nothing better than a cold can of Skud. 

I've joined a gym in the city as well. The first time I walked in I was a bit perplexed to say the least. Strolled in to see 2 massive lads high-fiving each other while 300 was on in the background. They were also topless. My first thought:

 'Well...This is a bit gay."

Turned out it wasn't 300 on, just an advert for that new movie The Immortals. Never really worked out what those chaps were all about, but I thought best leave them to it and maintain a healthy suspicion of white substances. 

That's about it really, just working away and trying to save some money so we can get our own gaff, and shift from the hostel. Having our own place here would be sweet, that's next on the agenda!