Long Dresses

Long Dreses and Escalators - Hilton Hotel, Sydney

Long Dreses and Escalators - Hilton Hotel, Sydney

Not being a woman and never having worn a dress – if you exclude some brief experimentation when I was about five in the “Wendy House” at kindergarten – I didn’t know this was a problem.

But last night at the Hilton I actually laughed out loud when I saw this sign on the escalator.

The first thought that went through my mind was “obviously it’s happened to someone”. Clearly, I thought to myself, some poor woman has jumped on the escalator and her dress has gotten caught. And that’s why they’ve had to put up the warning sign, I pondered.

“Did the escalator get stuck?”, I thought to myself. “Or did her dress just get sucked away”, I wondered.

As I’m going to another event at the Hilton next Friday night – with lots of women wearing long-dresses – I’ll keep an eye out for things and report back, I promise.

Non Travel Post – What Kind Of Wine Am I?

I’m not normally one for these meme thingys, but this one on Cellobella’s blog caught my attention. Maybe it’s because I’m sitting in a youth hostel in Prague uploading photographs and have nothing better than to do with my time. I mean, I am composing a blog in my mind about the fascinating people around me (there’s a Phd in it, I swear), but in the meantime…

You Are Chardonnay

Fresh, spirited, and classic – you have many facets to your personality.
You can be sweet and light. Or deep and complex.
You have a little bit of something to offer everyone… no wonder you’re so popular.
Approachable and never smug, you are easy to get to know (and love!).

Deep down you are: Dependable and modest

Your partying style: Understated and polite

Your company is enjoyed best with: Cold or wild meat

To be honest, this surprised me. I thought I’d be fashionable and cool, but appartently I’m dependable and modest. Boring!

Test Post

OK, so this is a test post more than anything. I’m keen to look further at the practicalities of mobile blogging during my trip using my fabulous new computer.

So far I’ve taken a pic on my phone and shrunk it accordingly.

My next thing is to upload the pic.

That wasn’t too bad.

Overall that was pretty simple, although I’ve made a few typos along the way.

Mind you, that could be because, like most of the country I’m now classified as a binge drinker!

Australian Idol Auditions

Australian Idol auditions at Redfern

Australian Idol auditions at Redfern

When I read in the paper yesterday you could go along to the Australian Idol auditions at the Australian Technology Park at Redfern, and it was free, I thought to myself, “Why not?” Although I haven’t regularly followed the program, I thought it could be a bit of fun to see what happened behind the scenes at the audition process. So I jumped off the train one stop early, at Redfern, when coming back from my trip to Eastwood.

As I walked towards the park, I passed a number of groups of young people, mostly late teens and early twenties, carrying guitars looking fairly forlorn. They’d obviously missed out. “I was better than Celine Dione”, I overheard one of them say without any sense of self-awareness or irony, as she walked out defiantly.

And then as I walked towards the shed where auditions were undertaken there were even more, standing around, chatting, smoking, and doing vocal exercises.

Inside, there were hundreds of people sitting around waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for their 30 to 60 seconds to audition.

Without wishing to over-generalise, these kids were “the arty ones”, “the overweight ones”, “the non-conformists”, the kids I could relate to. If I’d grown up in Sydney twenty years later, I probably would have been there myself!

It must have been a long and emotionally exhausting day for these kids. Good on ‘em, I say, for giving it a go, despite the odds against them.