Ah, fickle ugly humanity...

6 days to go...

Wynnum - the place on earth where everyone comes to die, much like seagulls fly out to sea to die. It's like God played a joke and grabbed a giant vacuum cleaner and sucked all life out of this Ipswich By The Sea.

And Cleveland, of course.

Seriously, it's the home of tack, and the nursing home capital of Australia. Wynnum Plaza, the highlight of modern architecture in this wretched suburb, is incredibly scary. Full of white trash and old people. Children running around half-naked or without shoes on, parents practically the same, except they're only fifteen, and the choice of shops they filled the place with only helps to encourage it - Choice (a version of crazy clarks), K-Mart, Woolworths, Coles (yes, two large supermarkets in the one tiny complex - figure that one out), two hairdresses (there's a lot of regrowth to be patched up) a chemist, a RUG STORE (with major discounts, of course), a terribly cheap bookstore that only sells bad romance novels, a flight centre (for those of use who are smart enough to try to escape), a 'gift' store, and a Subway and a Baskin & Robbins. Outside in the carpark area - Red Rooster, Macca's and, the piece de resistance, the pub, complete with drive-through.

Oh, and across the road? A paddock, complete with two unused horses, and Wynnum State School.

It's enough to make you cry.

Ironic that this is the place I'm spending my last week in before London. If anything, this and the heat will really make me appreciate London that little bit more...

Oh if only Monday were NOW!