Helga's, blogs and wankers

Well, I decided to check in on my blog and update it, only to find TWO comments from people I dont know! How exciting! (I mean its great when your mates put comments up, but how cool is it that those just passing by did it too!).
Only problem was that one was one of those retarded spam comments, that invited people to join some online orgy. I would have said yes, but I had to wash my hair that night. Meh, into the bin with that comment anyway.
That covers the "blogs and wankers" part of my post anyway.
So onto the Helga's.
Now, there is some explanation required for this. 'Helga' is the name that myself and my (now) ex girlfriend used when making jokes about an imaginary woman who we had decided came from some Eastern European block country, carried cows for a living and was probably the Elephant Man's ugly sister. (dont even ask how this started, just go with me on this). This link gives you some idea about where we were going with this. Needless to say, when I left to go overseas, my ex made numerous jokes about the 'Helgas' I would end up with after a night on the booze and a judgement made while wearing beer goggles.
Ok, so when I arrived back in the UK, and caught up with my mates, I was asked if I wanted to go to a "Ladies Night" in one of the local pubs. For those of you unfamiliar with the Lesbian pub scene, unless said night is held in a trendy pub/club in the CBD of a major city, it is likely to mostly be attended by Helgas, and should either be avoided or only attended in large groups of your friends.
So after a bit of umming and ahhing, we went, and I have to say, it reached all of my very low expectations. Here are some higlights of the night"

• The night was called "Chickalicious" (no kidding)
• There were coloured stickers available that you could wear to indicate if you were 'available' or not.
• The music was the most tacky 80's and 90's music you could imagine (Shania Twain anyone?), but it wasnt a theme night
• My mate had an argument with the "door bitch" about the cover charge (apparently we shouldnt have to pay a charge here coz we are Aussies, and we dont pay it at home, or something equally as daft)

But I personally liked the two middle aged women who were all dressed up for a night out, and who quite clearly had misunderstood the 'true' meaning of 'Ladies Night'.

Still, if you've been single for a awhile, and your standards are fairly low. Well, get yourself along to one of these nights. Just make sure you have enough cash to pay for the beer goggles...

Is it home time already?

Well, not really. Just found out today that I got accepted into a whizzy uni course in the UK (apparently the intelligence of the average Aussie is equal to their elite level, or at least thats the best explanation I have for them letting me into some post-grad study, but I digress).
So off again to the UK in a couple of weeks, not to return for two years, minimum. Bit scary I reckon, but I'm excited too. Its the perfect excuse to see more of the UK, get into its culture a bit more, and to be close at hand to amazing cities like Paris, Rome and so on.
Still, it kinda sucks that this kind of post-grad study isnt really available here in Oz. Without going into details, it's a fairly specific area of study, whereas the closest thing they have here is a lot more general. It's going to be hard work, but it will (hopefully) keep my interest for the duration.
On another note, I heard rumours that the girls off my Football team in the UK (that's soccer for everyone else), got stood up at a recent match. They were waiting for another team to show to make up the numbers to play, but were left out in the cold when said team were a no-show due to the fact they were still AT THE POLICE STATION, trying to sort out the DRUNK AND DISORDERLY charges from the night before.
And this is the WOMENS team.
Ye Gods....