Londinium. Anyway, back to Our Story … Yes, so finally we arrive in London: Londinium! Home of the Gauls! no wait: Londinium! Home of the Pom!
Greetings fellow mayan geeks - what follows is an exerpt from a piece of writing i committed to the page in the White Spectral Wizard spin which i have called ‘australian. again’ - ‘australian.again’ is a mostly true account of the first iFly tour of England - the reason me and andy travelled to england back at the tail end of the Red Planetary Moon spin was to celebrate the Day out of Time at a Festival in Pilton, near Glastonbury - once settled in the UK we had ourselves a jolly good adventure thanks in large part to the abundant generosity of one David Peace One Love who back then was simply known as Peter from Brisbane ‘australian.again’ will be available for free download from the mind heart media art store by the beginning of the Resonant Moon, Blue Electric Storm spin - enjoy
We (Christal, Andrew and I) are all feeling pretty scat. It’s a fair old mission, the Aussie to Limey, I mean England. The Asia to Europe leg in particular is very thorough and after a while the confined spaces and the incessant electrical buzzing and the weird, but welcome, food gets all a bit too much.
as has been well articulated before on the pages of a certain unWelcomed Manuscript and so I’m all cool and nicely Ausssie here, back there, in Heathrow:
likewise, Andy’s been Australian before in England and while she’s been Australian in the US Christal’s never been an Australian before in England: therefore, because Andy and I were being Australian Again But eventually we land in in the Old Dart Vienna, Vienna! home of Wolfy’s lovely we assumed the – um – senior position triumphs all those years ago, ie, we established an get off one plane, appropriate canter off the get onto another plane head to London and Ms Treweeke followed and arrive: suite: Londinium! Home of the Gauls! and so we walked! past customs no wait: Londinium! Home of the ex-pats past the luggage rack through that unmistakable and poms! Now, I’m a seaoned Australian, London vibe
to be here: within cooee of the main hub of Heathrow eating English bananas paid for in English pounds talking into English phones likewise charged with English pounds in the reasonable hope of speaking with our English connection Dan and speak with Dan we did: or else Andy did. And so in his Aussie twang, Andy carefully discerned the how, why and when of our relocating to Dan and Em’s one bedroom house in Glastonbury, England and Dan (Yellow Lunar Seed) provided directions in his racey English twang and Andy listened and understood. (_Whatcha think of the pommy nah-nahs? I asks Christal, here on the floor of Heathrow International Airport. _Not bad, says she, as she chomps nicely away.) Bristol. 3 Aussies on the tube to Victoria St, checking out the scenery of a dreggy and very