A bit of bother

My predictions were all too correct unfortunately, Saturday i was up bright and early, leaving me the only person in the common room/kitchen munching on my cheerios while watching comedy central i'd imagine. A new arrival in the form of a Scotsman came in carrying all his gear and without any introduction asked if i could do him a favour and go get him my adapter so he could borrow it. Bit odd i thought but fair enough, no major harm in him using it for a bit, i'd not be leaving the room without it back in my hand though. We had a bit craic on and he'd just literally got in from the U.K as he'd had a few problems in getting into Australia due to him holding a Canadian, British and New Zealand passport as well as a criminal record. For kidnapping. Quite the character this guy was. He knew zero about laptops so i set his up for him, installing various programs and configuring his iPod so he could plug into any pc and choose the tunes without it getting wiped. I'd say i've done this for about fifty people now and it baffles me how people don't know about it, all you do is plug it in then when it pops up asking if you'd like to sync with this p.c noting your current songs will be wiped, click cancel. Then when iTunes is loaded select your iPod from the left hand bar and make sure the check box "manually mange songs...." is ticked and jobs done. You can know pick and choose of any p.c., hopefully the world knows this now, i highly doubt it obviously. Anyway he told me about the kidnapping, basically someone owed him money and he saw him at a petrol station so kidnapped him, tied him up in a garage and left him there for two nights as you do. He also took great pleasure in showing me a crack den he stayed in while hostelling in London, he actually seemed ok apart from all these glaring warn signs and was incredibly grateful for me sorting his stuff out. He went off to spend the day at Bondi while i headed out myself for to Hyde park.
On my return to the common are he was laying passed out in between about 6 peoples legs and clearly sun burnt, ah a day at the beach and jetlag i thought. Wrong, he was off his face. He woke up, sat about an inch from my face asking what the craic was and when i replied "oh not much i'm skint" you'd think i'd slated his mother his face contorted that much. Apparently this was the worst fucking answer he'd ever heard and wanted to know why i was being a cunt and let him buy me a few beers. Well i though, you did tell me just this morning you kidnapped someone who you let money too and found him covered in his own excrement so i think i'll pass, i don't borrow money off people anyway. It can only lead to bother and hate someone having something over me. He quickly changed again saying "fair enough mate, i don't like doing it either" then waddled off, schizo much?
I stayed in on the evening and it was insane, just shouting all night and you can never tell with the Irish if they're fighting or if that's just how they normally talk to each other, i did hear someone clearly scream "i'll fucking bury you, ya cunt" so yes, i didn't leave the room. Turns out that a chap who used to stay at the hostel got thrown down the stays by someone and my old mate the scottish guy went schizo on the wrong people getting battered and left in a pool of blood. Ah i was beginning to thik i can't stay here till January but thankfully they all got thrown out the peace was slightly restored.
Except it wasn't. The football had been on on the Saturday night too and you'd think a war had been going on rather than a football match, i'd imagine it would be only comparable to watching a game at Galatasarays stadium in the mid 90's. Due to this someone made the decision to lock the t.v room door on the Sunday and that just caused more bother, doors were kicked in to no avail and more arguments were had, with threats of headbutts and clothes being burned. Life in the room seemed quite serene in comparison. However it was impossible to get any sleep in this environment so i decided i may as well just join in the party anyhow and thankfully Monday brought cheese and goon night which is exactly as it sounds. Free goon, free cheese and then over to the sugarmill for free beers and it was a really good night with the hostel all going out together and it gave me the chance to meet some people stopping there outside my own little "group".  Our room got rather settled with Melanie moving in, Mohammed, Guy, me and the nice french couple moving in too. It seems everyone is rather envious of our dorm but i think that's more to do with theres being in a mess than ours being so good. The hostel is like a massive family now too with the long termer's Myself, Jan, Melanie, Mohammad, Guy, Jerome, Francois, Marie, Pinalla, Dave, Kelly and many many more. The Irish are moving out today though which will bring a massive change.
There's not much of anything else to report really, all we've being down is drinking on the evenings and myself looking for a job during the day. I guess i'm not traveling anymore as i'm just staying in the same place so i'll only update this if anything eventful happens or a visit a particular place. I've got a lot of gigs lined up and can hopefully borrow someones camera from the hostel to put some photos up soon too. One more "argy bargy" story that involved myself is worth noting as i met the biggest tit in the world on a level with Ben Elton, Danny Dyer and Joss Stone. What happened was we had a rather nice Sunday, a few drinks in O'Malleys, a nice steak and mash from down the road and then back to the hostel for some goon and a few tunes on the iPod with The Smiths providing the soundtrack. Everything was great, met more people and everyone just having fun, that was until an Aussie and Kiwi stormed into the hostel. The Aussie sat in the middle of everyone commenting how "ghetto" the place was and proceeded to ask everyone there nationalities followed by "i love this place...we've got a German cunt here, Irish here, danish.......and finished with i like to drink and fight". He instantly made everyone uncomfortable and you could see trouble was brewing so a lot of people went outside to get out of the way including myself. When we came back he was still going and talking in a L.a slang while spitting rhymes he had blasting on his iPod, he didn't find it too funny when i asked if he was originally from Compton and less when i stated i wasn't "his mothers brothers" or "brothers mothers", i don't really understand "gangsta". His mate was sound though and very embarrassed stating he does this all the time and he has to watch him constantly, they me on the "inside" too. The Aussie got overtly "friendly" with one of the girls leading to her kicking him which  was about all i can handle so when everyone was making eye contact as if to say "what a prick" and when he sat on the table putting all the weight on my arm, so i decided to lift it up my arm and it "accidentally" threw him off the table. His t shirt came off and he challenged me and then Paul after we all said nobody wanted him here, we stepped "outside" and i basically just said "look, everyone wants to have a good time so why aren't you in a bar or club if you're looking to drink and meet girls or what not"  and after much debate he finally left and we all went back inside. I did get a bit pissed off the next day when someone told Rich I'd caused trouble and we were noisy; i always find the hypocrisy laughable when people complain just cause they want a "night off" then they're back on it the next day making more noise than anyone else. Plus everyone stated they didn't want him here and asked him to leave and that all i did whereas everyone else just sat back. Terribly vexing. One of the girls said she didn't need people to fight her battles which annoyed me too. It was a different story when some pillhead threatened to nut one of them the week before and nobody even whispered leading to whingeing all week. The guy was the biggest prick in history though. Ah these are freak occurrences though and happen everywhere i guess, Bedlam is a really nice sociable place really. Just the weekends get a bit cRaZy but i've met some really good friends here. I still need a job...............