Daily-Column

The world of ties is a little curiouser than I imagined. Ever since that conversation, I’ve mentioned it a couple of times - in appropriate circumstances, of course - and I’ve got varied replies. One was most interesting, pointing out that the length of the tie is also something indicative, as it can be made longer or shorter depending on where the first cross-over point is - a tie which ends below the belt buckle apparently indicates an available bachelor. This ties (ed: I’m sorry) right in with the previous conversation, and had the person who know the length as being an indicator suddenly realising why it meant what it meant. Presumably the shorter the tie the less attention that is being drawn to the man-bits? of course there’s a limit (i.e. when the thinner end pokes out from behind the wider end, but that could mean something else entirely!), but it’s interesting to think… ...

So this slightly militant-feminist girl points out to me that ties are… like a giant arrow. “To where?” I ask, perplexed. “Look.” So I look down the line of the tie. And now I don’t know if I’ll ever think of ties the same way again.

Last night, I went for dinner with some of my housemate’s friends. There were two Spaniards, a South African, a Turk, one Italian and two Polish, along with me (Australian-Indian) and my housemate (Korean). A more diverse bunch in so few I don’t think I’ve ever seen, crammed into a little London kitchen. It’s amazing to see the world through the independent migrant’s eyes - even though I’m an immigrant in Australia, having lived there for so long and being with the family means that it’s not too far off “ordinary life” (for a given value of ordinary, of course). Here however, with no family nor close friends when most land up here, you very quickly establish close relationships, especially with those you live with. Should a new migrant walk in the door (in this case, me), they’re all very quick to open up and welcome gladly - it’s as though they’re saying, “here’s another like us; welcome, we know what you’re going through.” ...

So, I be thinkin’ ’tis high time I got me a handheld gamin’ … … ok so forget the pirate thing for a minute. I’m considering buying either the PSP or the DS. Lite edition of either, I guess, as that’s what’s available. I’m not sure of a couple of things, so I must consult my ever present friend, teh internets. Question for those of you who have both: Which is better? =D ...

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