An aspect of my job that only became apparent after I started, and other reasons I love brisbane.

So I'm a cook, in a hotel. However, the kitchen is owned & run by a catering company (which, in fairness, seems to be entirely comprised of a bickering married couple and me.) It emerges that we don't just cook for the hotel, we cook for two other establishments, namely, two of brisbane's largest brothels. (they serve food there, it's all very considerate) One of my new key responsibilities is to ferry the food over to the...um...establishments. Hilariously awkward hi-jinks are sure to follow!

Other than that, not much news. Laura rolled through for a weekend, on her way south with Aoife & Annette (hey guys!), and barring that, i've just been living here in the Broadway, cooking and hanging out at night. I'll do a proper post on the broadway & the cast of characters that inhabit as soon as I get a decent break from my immoral, yet tasty, job.

Also, I had this conversation with the cute waitress in starbucks yesterday:

-Hi, um, can I get a large black coffee?
-With that accent, you can get anything...

I do like living here.