If music be the food of love...NOM

This is an idea I've shamefully plagiarised from my lovely friend Becki who is also on an adventure at the moment. She's also far more interesting than me right now what with her doing actual travel, rather than menial farm work.

So, here are songs that I'm coming to associate with my time in Australia. The sort that trigger a memory, or feeling, and will now forever be associated with my time so far down under.


Sometimes a song just fits in perfectly with what's going on around you, karma for all those times that the 'ironic' Britney song on your iTunes playlist has flicked over at an inopportune moment...

This came on my random playlist just as the plane started to descend into Brisbane. Moments during the song timed perfectly with the plane first emerging from cloud, then banking and giving me my first glimpse of Australia. It was genuinely like having my own soundtrack. Marry that with it also being one of my favourite songs, and you've got yourself a keeper. I deliberately don't put it on; I prefer the surprise of it turning up. Like the time it was played during an impromptu jamming session during a thunderstorm in Melbourne. Far more poetic.



This is more to do with someone back home. Whever it flicks on in either country the other must be told, and this song has followed me around Australia turning up in the most perfect of moments.

Whether it's been during a brilliant party, overheard in a hammock on Magnetic Island or simply discovered while radio-hopping on a road trip it always reminds me that as wicked as it might be out here, I can't quite forget about home.



This song was just bursting out as I left England (I'm pretty sure Greg James had it as his record of the week when I went on), and I expected to not heard much of it in Aus...

Hmm, not so much. It was everywhere, still is. And it's a pretty good song. It now reminds me of goodbyes, but in a happy way. Oh, sunshine too. it reminds me of sunshine; when I play it against memories it always gives them a bit of screen glare.



He's Aussie, how could I not?

Triple J's hot 100 winner and therefore Australia day memories are unavoidably entwined. It's also everywhere. Still. And I still have no idea what 97% of the lyrics are. Did no one teach them about the importance of diction?



I'm so sorry.

I really am; I still hold that it's a pretty good little pop song. It sounds happy and summery and it makes me smile, even if I do have to wash my ears out with Regina Spektor afterwards, just in case. When I landed, no one over here knew who they were so the first time I heard it on the radio I got all excited and had to text my brother. Now, of course, teenagers across the globe are mad for them and I can't escape their cute little jailbait faces.



A reminder of many, many shifts with Ash at Zenbah (see also: Mark Ronson - Toxic which could only be played after 10pm on our Nightlife system and therefore indicated that closing time was nearing).

What Will is getting jiggy with we will, sadly, never know. Much like we'll never know why he inexplicably dresses as a Pharoah, or decided to don a suit so bright the screen in Zenbah couldn't cope with it.



Ever heard a song which felt plagiarised from your own thoughts, feelings and half dreamt motifs? This is mine.

During day shifts this would be played rather frequently, causing Rudy the chef to poke his head around and exclaim 'hey! It's your song!', thereby ruining my daydream of performing a spellbinding Like A Version performance.



Dubbed over my skydive DVD - Weezer before and Powderfinger during freefall (the latter was probably to cover up the swears).

Whoever dubbed my DVD officially altered my Australian memories. I hope to God it wasn't you Dawson... Though kudos on the tune choices.



Duh.

A song about impending summer strangely fits my life right now, even though summer seems to be an all pervasive season here. By British standards at least.



One to remind me of the lovely Louise, and conquering her fear of skydiving.

Another happy song. Sure, it's massively manufactured dance music but I LOVE IT and not just because of the lovely memories that have collected around it.



Most prolific song ever.

Nothing more to say on this. It's been on every radio and DJs A Playlist since (it seems) the dawn of time. Unfortunately it's now inextricably linked with my entire Australian stay, and I fear I'll never be free of it.



A song that signals the start of an adventure.

The first song I listened to on the plane. There's something about it musically that feels like a force driving you forward, and I like it.






So there you go, some Aussie songs for y'all. Here's to many more memories surrounding them all.

Except LMFAO. I'd rather like them to remove L,M, and A and F O.

xx

Happiness, or; Francesca goes all preacy

Warning: this blog post contains opinions that you may disagree with. I've been debating whether or not to publish this for a while, but here we go. It's not about my adventures, but hopefully you'll enjoy reading it. Apparently the best writing provokes a reaction; I just hope your reaction isn't 'oh my god, what a crock of shit'.

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People keep telling me how lucky I am. That good things just seem to happen to me whether they're getting to come to Australia, finding a wonderful flat or finally getting to start my dream career over this summer.

But in my opinion luck has nothing to do with this. I'm a positive person, something that was half a conscious decision, having spent most of my teenage years feeling pretty fucking sad, and half a realisation.

A string of things happening that seemed like bad luck - not getting a job I desperately needed, not getting a role I really wanted in a play, being too poor to hire a care to get to a job interview - resulted in my getting a job in London and consequently moving there. If any of those things that I wanted so badly at the time had happened, I would still in all probability be living in Tamworth; trust me, London is better.

Even hating my old job so much proved to be a blessing - if I had even felt like I liked it even a little bit would I have made the decision to come out here on such short notice? If I'd got the first flat I wanted in London - and I really, really wanted it - I would never have moved into The Manor or Plush Towers and met some of the most amazing people I know, people that I literally can't comprehend not having in my life.

Even in Melbourne - if we'd found a place to live and I'd liked my job there is no way I'd be typing this in my gorgeous little granny flat, getting to spend my 3 month 'rural work' having brilliant fun with three amazing kids a really short drive from my Mum. I'd be looking for a job in desperation, probably ending up picking sweet potatoes and living in a dingy outback backpackers. If my job in Tully hadn't fallen through I wouldn't have ended up living in Mission Beach...the list is endless.

In short, you never know how something that seems crappy right now could result in something brilliant happening further down the line. So stop worrying - if it's happened then it's happened, work through it and move on to the next adventure.

A few weeks ago someone said to me: "Isn't it exhausting being so happy all the time?"

What a stupid, stupid thing to say. What makes you feel more tired in the mornings? Waking up with a smile and deciding to try and be happy, or having the mindset that at some point in the next 16 hours something's going to happen to screw you over or piss you off? Happiness is a self fulfilling prophecy, assume the worst and it's probably going to happen.

I'm not lucky, I just throw myself into things and hope for the best. You don't get your dream job without applying for it, and you won't travel unless you work hard to get wherever it is you want to go. If you concentrate on the good things in your life, and don't worry about the shit ones then you're going to seem pretty lucky too - because you're reinforcing the positives and pretty much ignoring the negatives. Talk about the great things that happen and it's going to look and feel like lady luck is on your side.

And if something is making you miserable but it's within the realms of change then, for god's sake, change it. Don't moan about having a big arse while eating a cake, or hating your job if you can find another. I did exactly this - spending half my life whinging about being poor without ever actually sitting down and sorting out my finances. If I'd bothered to be sensible and bring food to work then would I have spent £3 on breakfast and £7 on lunch every day? Nope. If I'd worked out, and stuck to, a weekly budget would I be left living on £100 for the two weeks until payday? Nope. And would I have been hundreds of pounds better off a month? Yep. I wish I could go back two years and give myself a massive 'stop-fucking-moaning-and-sort-it-out' slap.

Elizabeth Gilbert, being a professional and award winning writer, puts it pretty well here:

"People universally think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend on you like fine weather if you're fortunate enough. But that's not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it...You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it."

I'm sorry if this is annoying you, but I wanted to share my thoughts on my new motto. It might not work for everyone, but it works for me; having experienced a lot of irritating negativity lately I sincerely felt the need to vent on this subject. Trust me, misery is just as infectious as laughter.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not floating around on a little cloud, all serene and content. Things piss me off, and lord knows I love a good moan - who doesn't? But don't let the crap dictate your mood and life, decide to shrug it off and keep on smiling. If you can't change something then have a good rant and move on.

Someone once said/I read somewhere/it was quoted on QI that life is a mirror and it reflects back at you. It's up to you to decide whether or not to frown or smile.

In conclusion:
Perhaps I'm being young and naive (read: definitely) but it works for me. And I've been a lot happier since I actively decided to be a lot happier. I imagine that when I'm back inside the bubble of 'real life' it'll be a more difficult philosophy to remember, which is partly why I'm writing this. It's way easier to smile on beach in the sun than it is at 8am crammed into a tube carriage.

Hopefully I won't forget to take my own advice; feel free to remind me of this at a later date. I'm sure you'll all take pleasure in doing so :)

Peace x

FAQ Part 2

So yeah, I'm coming back. I think it’s time for another FAQ, don’t you?

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Hang on, so you’re going back to the UK?

Indeed, and it makes me wish for a Ryanair trans continent equivalent. Man, it’s expensive.

How long are you back for?

Just under eight weeks. I'll be escaping the cold (cough cough) Australian winter.

Whyyyy? Don’t you like Australia?

I do. And even though I’ve been way more homesick than I thought I’d be (sometimes I literally feel winded by happy memories) I am having a brilliant time. Seriously. Clearly I thrive in an environment where I have almost no responsibility. Shocking.

So…whyyyy?

Well, as you all know I wasn’t exactly happy in my job back home. And as much as I’d love to work in theatre I couldn’t cope with being 30 and only on a pitiful wage. God knows if I’ll ever want kids, but I’d hate to not be able to afford one. Or a deposit on a house. Or nice food and be forced to subsist on only pesto pasta until I become part basil, part pine nut.

Those of you who know me are aware that I have what my old teacher called ‘the gift of the gab’, I can turn a phrase quite nicely on occasion and I honed my powers of persuasion on friends at uni who tried to study when I wanted to drink. Basically I'd like to combine (what are I hope are) my natural skills with my passions, and that's lead me to entertainment PR.

I'm going to be working for my lovely friend Flick Morris at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, helping her look after a client base. One of the great things about this is that I was a huge fan of most of the acts beforehand anyway, and have probably forced some of you to see them after I'd enjoyed their performances. It's a natural progression really.

I'll use my time at the Fringe to get experience and network, hopefully leading to me doing something similar with the rest of my time in Australia. It'll also mean there's something on my CV for when I get back. The fear of starting from complete scratch will be gone.

When are you back?

I land at Gatwick on the 19th July (I’m expecting banners, ballons, confetti etc ready for my arrival) and leave from Heathrow on the 11th September.

What's the plan, Stan?

I land late on the Thursday so I'll sleep and force myself to wake up at a reasonable time. I'm hoping that Friday will consist of being reunited with my favourite London people and places. That gives me the weekend to get over my jet lag ready to work on the Monday. I'll head to Tamworth the following weekend then hop on a train to Edinburgh around the 29th. Obviously August will be spent in Scotland, then I'll have a few days in Tamworth, a few more in London, a weekend on the Isle of Wight (Oh yes, Bestival. Who's in?) then back to Aus. Eight weeks, seems a lot; isn't really.

Hurrah! I get to see your face!

Hurrah! You do! And my face will be tanned!

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