from the embassy

never been in an aussie embassy before - but one has to vote and it's kind of cool to flash a passport and be allowed entry into a big imposing building.

go labor, and for those of you with no idea as to what i meant by "wicky wicky" (like my mother), then you obviously don't have enough contact with trashy american pop culture. wicky wicky? wild wild west? will smith? i'm in the west? and it's weird?

i know, obscure...

will write about versailles and funny australian ex-journalists living the bourgeois life in paris later

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