Actually, Harry

Ramblings of an average nobody

Week 7 – I Don’t Speak German But I Can If You Like

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On the bus to Munich a couple took the seats in front of me. They spent the first couple of hours making those gross smacking noises as they made little kisses on the seats. Even with earplugs in I could hear them expressing their disgusting love. The chair in front of mine also reclined so far I think it might have been broken, because the only thing that stopped it going further was my legs. I felt like Santa with a fat kid on his lap who was playing with himself under his shorts and wouldn’t get off for 7 hours. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 6 – The Good, the Bad and the Orgy

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Mark Twain drank scotch every night to prevent toothaches, which as a cheap beer-drinking tourist who can’t afford scotch, I put down as the reason for my early morning trip to an emergency dental clinic in Zadar hours before we were to get a bus out of town. As a result I vowed to drink more scotch whenever possible. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 5 – Stone the Flamin’ Croats

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The 10.5 hour bus trip to Croatia left 45 minutes late and arrived 30 minutes early. I love the Balkans. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 4 – Buggin’

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Thessaloniki was our last stop in Greece, and on our last night we were graced with the age-old travelling tradition of bed bugs. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 3 – Hera, Harris & Riki

PicsArt_09-26-07.25.10Rachel and I left Gem and Nate and headed back to Athens for a night before heading up north. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 2 – The Good Will Come

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Our Airbnb at Zacharo was called “Niko’s Palace” and I was conferring with someone named Theo, who informed me his mother would greet us. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 1 – I Am Arriving

21729880_10159071065613125_1517098590_o.jpgThe best thing about being in Greece is I already have the shoulder hair to fit in. Read the rest of this entry »

You Would Have Been 30 This Year

You were 19 when you were taken from the world. I was 18 and you were 19 and now I am 29 and you would have been 30. You have been gone for so long. Read the rest of this entry »

Most Apocalyptic Moments Of 2016

Calling 2016 the worst year in history is kind of insulting to years like 1943 (peak Holocaust) or 1348 (Black Death) or even that year around 72,000BC when a Sumatran super-volcano erupted and reduced our species population to about 5000. That said, 2016 was absolutely whack, and that’s not including the myriad of beloved celebrity deaths. Read the rest of this entry »

White Night Workers

White Night is an all night art and culture festival that happens all over the world. This particular night, Melbourne was the host. Going to White Night is amazing and the art and installations you get to see are usually spectacular. Working at White Night can be an exercise in torture. An insane amount of people herded like cattle in and around the city, for the entire night. It doesn’t end. If while navigating that gauntlet of all-night wonderment you have at all spotted the workers and volunteers and wondered what they’re thinking, then this post is for you. Here is a conversation myself and a few of my workmates were having over the course of our 12 hour shifts for White Night. Next time you’re ambling about, lining up for your next amazing slice of culture, spare a thought for the people behind the Night. And remember – that is not a flyer dispensing machine, that is a human person. Don’t cut queues. Don’t be a dick. That lady is using that microphone for crowd control, you can not use it for a “shout out to Brunno” and she is not a “cunt” for denying you so.  It will make no difference if you’re first in line or fifth, I promise. EVERYONE’S tired, you’re not special. Enjoy the night and remember that that dead look behind the eyes of the workers is there because no one gets paid enough to care about your problems.

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