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Syndicate DisOrientated
OED adj. confused (someone) so that that they have lost their bearings.
n. Inept escapades of a dropout English journo trapped in the Far East. An eighteen-month evasion from reality.
06 July 2003
Owain's wedding last night. Let us not discuss this any further.
03 July 2003
Taking advantage of the dry weather I also took a walk around one of Sydney's harbours, a tropical area still preserved as a national park where I heard a very tropical noise, plus a half-hearted visit to a larger national park further south where we did observe whales in the distance offshore.
Then washout for a day, and back to the airport for my flight to Bangkok during which I watched not one but two chick flicks and nearly died when the pilot attempted to crash in Melbourne, knocking the lighting panel above my head out of the fuselage ceiling. A day in the Thai capital buying slashed price goods and hooky CDs (including 'Robbies Williams' [sic]), then another 16 hours or so back home. So here I am.
Then washout for a day, and back to the airport for my flight to Bangkok during which I watched not one but two chick flicks and nearly died when the pilot attempted to crash in Melbourne, knocking the lighting panel above my head out of the fuselage ceiling. A day in the Thai capital buying slashed price goods and hooky CDs (including 'Robbies Williams' [sic]), then another 16 hours or so back home. So here I am.
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