My birthday

Not only is tomorrow my 24th birthday, it's also the last day of having our campervan as the New Zealand part of the trip looms to a close. I'll miss the campervan alot, we've had it for exactly 50 days and have grown rather used to it, but I admit I'm looking forward to not having to make my bed every night, or putting it away every morning. I don't think I'll miss New Zealand either, at least not in the way I miss Australia. Don't get me wrong, this is an amazing country and I can't say a single bad thing about it, but I felt alot more at home in Australia, Sydney in particular. I also miss my family and friends, but I've decided to kill two birds with one stone and pop back to Sydney for a few days. In case you didn't know, my sister has recently moved there to study for a year. So it's the perfect opportunity to see her again, as it'll be the last chance I'll get for another ten months or so.

I don't have alot else to report, it seems like more interesting things are happening back home. Gordon Brown is pissing alot of people off which was to be expected I guess, but I expect the tabloids are even blaming him for all the flooding in Oxfordshire that has been happening. If you look very closely, especially at the editorials, I guarantee one paper has actually blamed him, at least indirectly.

I have of course been getting all my news mainly from the BBC website and although I've always trusted the BBC it's sad to see them ballsing up like they did with the phone votes thing. Hardly the right message to send to a new government when you're trying to secure more licence money. The only other source of media from back home I can get regularly is the 'International Express' newspaper, not a collaborative effort involving news agencies around the world in a hope of making international events have a higher appeal to unite the human race, Oh no! It's sadly just the edited highlights of that week's London Daily Express, which barely even qualifies as a newspaper. It's a bit disturbing to have foreign countries believe ours is a one in which the jailing of four would-be suicide bombers is less interesting than the Spice Girls reuniting. I especially loved the part where they said that although they all get on famously with each other they'll each have their own private jet to take them from gig to gig. Nice to know they haven't changed, eh?

But I suppose the one thing I don't miss from home is the tabloids shoving all that crap down my throat. It annoys me like hell, but the strange thing is I know when I touch down back home, I'll pick up a copy of the Sun at the airport.