Hello world from an Australian girl... How come I can have a relatively passive, uneventful week and get hit by a 24 hour period of weird encounters with weird people? Checked out a place with free accommodation in exchange for practical slavery and the guy looks comatose with a dungeon of a house. The decor had a pretty hard core bondage air to it. I end up interviewing him as he lacked the ability to manage a basic conversation. Yes, free accommodation, but at what cost I wonder? Next thing I'm flying up the road in my trusty Ford Escort with a spanking new sports exhaust (hey I can't afford an EVO yet) to pick up my friend and we decide to visit the local RSL (like a pub but one that respects our returned soldiers). It's an over 28's night and I'm cringing at how tragic it was. I was pretty anti-social although in a good mood! Next thing I get some interest from 'just a baby' whom I reckon was under age. He was cute but 12 years younger who could not believe my age. Problem is I had to play big sister for three hours trying to get him out of my car, convincing him that "it can't work...I'm too old for you." How I drove the car to drop him off to his one remains a miracle in driving and constant revision of destination, plans, and whatever else the heck was going on. It was interesting to see the ploy he was using to get rid of my older female friend, but that wasn't happening. Give me some normality, pleeease!