Demonstrations

Cause I've been working quite a lot lately, 38 h a week, I have been exposed to all the activities in the city centre. The Pope is in Australia. He arrived yesterday to celebrate world youth day in Sydney. To celebrate his arrival the young and older catholics from all over the world has been standing in the Hay Street Mall singing some version of a hallelujah song in Italian, for days now. At the same time other youth groups are demonstrating against Scientology. (Sorry they are not youth groups they just seem young that's all, maybe its the masks).
I don't really know the connection between V for Vendetta and the religious demonstration but the demonstrators are wearing that same mask, you know the creepy one, the white one with a narrow chin.
One religion sharing the streets with anti-Scientology.
As a third party in this religious buffet the Hare Krishna is chanting and singing religious songs, walking/strutting/dancing up and down past the shop.
But the strongest presence is the one of the catholic youth. Because the Pope is in Australia the whole country is religious again, at least for a week or so, til he has left the country, and is back far overseas where he does not get a lot of attention or credit of power. But for the people, just knowing he is in the country he brings a spiritual buzz to the slight believers who get so excited that their faith is contagious.
I heard, on the news, that the people that will be attending mass this Sunday expect to have an express ticket to heaven. Good luck with that people. I mean, even if you are right in your beliefs I doubt that God would fall for that easy one.
In eighter case i think that it is quite interesting that people can get so effected by a person who, as the leader of Catholic faith, seems to have more power over the world than we are led to believe.

One Beer Plans Never Work

I had one day off work and Sammy Boy was too tired to go out the night before and we therefore planned to go out for an early beer so i could get up and look somewhat normal for work the next day but one beer became many and many beers became a drink and the one drink became a few more.We started at the shabby moon garden place on Murrey Street and got the first beers and went on to the bar above ( cant remember the name of the place). They have, most of the time, great drinks. And I mean the interior is something different, with weird elf looking people painted on the roof and the walls were blue satin.


Devilles (I think thats how they spell it) on Aberdeen Street 2 was as fun as one who have been to Hula Bula Bar expect. The bar was quite big with a centre dance floor. and the people were different from the other bars we have gotten in to a habit of going to. These people at least put in an effort to get noticed.
The dance floor was framed by to dancers who danced to the psychedelic music playing all night long. The poor girl on the left was so tired she could barely lift her arms in the dancing monkey.

Sammy Boy found a good spot to rest his eyes while I was out exploring...
...harmonica playing rockers,

the girl in pink hair,and the Britt.

After the long night Sammy decided to get sour cream for his Mexican mix but if we study the can closer, which people who have consumed alcohol since 7pm have trouble doing, it says thickened cream, to Sammy's huge disappointment. And those of you who know Sammy now that I'm not exaggerating when saying that he spent almost an hour deciding if he was going to buy it or not.
After he finally made his purchase I was on my way home, hoping to get a cab on St George's Terrace, but I never did. I walked alone in 2 degrees all the way home, while cab after cab refused to pull over for me. I must have looked really dangerous or extremely drunk cause the ones that passed me were lit.

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