In which Greg discovers that ignorance really is bliss.

Afternoon. So life out here is now becoming pretty stable while I just try to get by, and save a bit of money for next summers travels around the US and Canada. This means these blog entries are going to become even more repetitive and a bit dull, as they will be similar to my life back home, but in a different city. I'm going to try and get round this problem by going over some Canadian topic on every post. This weeks entry will be the Metro paper. But first this weeks news:-

I got a $25 gift voucher at work as I was recognized as a hard working member of the 'support team' by one of the serving girls. I intend to buy a book with it. Adam also described my crispy mash as 'outstanding' as it was well wrapped and tight. I've also got the routine down now, and have time for lunch and can get out of work on time if I want to.... told you it was dull.

Monday I worked late. Me and JP went for a walk on Tuesday evening, he stopped for a Mc flurry, I had an apple juice. They get so few orders for the apple juice the guy didn't know were it was in the fridge, or on the till system. Wednesday and Thursday I finished reading The War, a book by a Canadian author about a Canadian guy called Robert Ross who fought in the first world war, and ultimately committed suicide. I'm trying to read lots of different Canadian authors stuff while I'm out here. Friday me and my housemates and Rosie went for a few drinks on Granville street. Kai (the awesome Japanese house mate) was literally drunk after one pint. He disappeared for half an hour, then reappeared with a tub of pringles. The rest of us were 'literally drunk' a few hours later. We did shots. No one knows why. I vaguely remember Rosie buying me a Falafel, and my wallet was worryingly empty Saturday morning. On Saturday me and JP had a look round Best Buy ( the American equivalent to PC World.) I witnessed a Microsoft Zune. When I got back I watched Aliens and Mock the week.
Then that evening Me Rosie Chloe and JP went to Templetons for some grub and a catch up. Rosie reminded me of some of the things I had said and done on Friday night, I was happier with ignorance to be honest. Having eaten a Chocolate Brownie with the worlds biggest dollop of icecream, I realised I wasn't going to be sleeping for a while so me and JP walked round the Sea Wall in Stanley park. There was a full moon and it was a clear night, there was no one else around, it was really relaxing. We saw a couple ballroom dancing to no music on a weird little battlement thing. It was a bit dream like to be honest. Today I have literally done nothing of note.

Quote! Time!

Rosie:- "So, Have You Got A Job Yet?"
Chloe:- *Silence*

Good old Rosie cutting straight to the point. Her and Chloe don't get on to well, and that was the first thing Rosie said to Chloe, and with a fair bit of venom. If either ever discover this blog: I'm screwed.

Corder:-"Greg, I'm just saying, but how do you think your washing area looks?"
I look round to discover its been completely trashed by the cooks and serving girls while I've been busy food prepping
Me:- "Well.... its seen better days"

One of the other cooks who likes to point out 'helpful' things and give you tips. This was funny because most Canadians don't get the English sense of humour. But the serving girls thought that was hilarious, and they all took my side. Up yours Corder!


A quick mention for the Metro news papers. Its one of the many free newspapers in Vancouver, you can also get it in major cities in the UK. Like all American and Canadian papers, it barely covers national news, let alone global news. I always found the BBC news in the UK so depressing. Charlie Brooker on newswipe once pointed out that last year there was a peace march in Dublin were 15,000 people turned up wanting an end to the resurgence in IRA killings, but the BBC ignored this to run a story about a German teenager killing nine of his class mates. Plus you here about these big international news stories and there is literally nothing you can do about them. You could donate money to charities, but even then your never sure how much of the money is actually used to help people in trouble and how much is used to send biros and postage payed envelopes and a picture of an African child with a cleft pallet to every house in the country. At least if I disagree with the Burrard Bridge bike lane I could go and stand in it and protest, and the construction of the new skytrain system will allow me to move to new areas of the city and commute. Plus the news stories are more upbeat and funny, two of the recent front page metro stories include:- Girl pulled into water by seal (she was fine), and my personal favourite; cops called as as skunk is 'visibly distressed' when it gets its head stuck in paper cup.