<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:29:02.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy's Excellent Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'>An intriguing tale of a 22 year old on his quest for an adventure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-5845246875677199153</id><published>2009-01-05T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:21:33.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice, Monacco and Cannes</title><content type='html'>OK its been ages since I've had a chance to get on here, so I will try to quickly catch you up on things. First of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TIm&lt;/span&gt; and flew too Nice which is a lovely little town on the east side of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment we stayed at was absolutely amazing, and every morning we woke up and looked out to million dollar yachts which was rather nice. Each day was spent wither exploring Nice itself which has a lovely little old town, trying to use French at the markets (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; horrible at), we went rollerblading along the beach one day which was nice, and we also went on day trips to both Cannes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monaco&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monaco&lt;/span&gt; we visited the Monte Carlo casino which was exactly what you'd expect from James Bond...not just Porches or those common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ferrari's&lt;/span&gt;, but more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maybachs&lt;/span&gt;, Roles Royce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bentleys&lt;/span&gt;. I invested five euros...well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cannes we strolled around and again looked at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;superyachts&lt;/span&gt;. We also spent the day visiting admiring the money and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; but help think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each evening involved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fromage&lt;/span&gt;, a bottle of Vino...and we were also taken out by a nice Irish girl and her French boyfriend (girl we met on the plane) which was quiet nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-5845246875677199153?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5845246875677199153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=5845246875677199153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/5845246875677199153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/5845246875677199153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-monacco-and-cannes.html' title='Nice, Monacco and Cannes'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-2285045823433356087</id><published>2008-12-08T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:17:05.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of the perfect Guinness</title><content type='html'>Well today we made the trip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the Irish Sea to Dublin. The journey from London was a bit hectic with us getting lost along the way before finally finding the right train only to get fined 20 quid for not having the right tickets...we were pissed! But somehow we made it to the flight, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; now sitting in our backpackers writing to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since getting to Dublin we haven't done much just strolled through the town to get a feeling for the place. I will give you a post tomorrow after we find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; and a soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Alright well since I last spoke to you we have had a Dublin Adventure. The first day we arrived in Dublin we just strolled around the town and took in the culture of the place. Dublin is pretty crazy because 70% of the population is under the age of 30, so there is no problem finding young people. It has also turned out to be one of the most expensive places we've visited so far. But anyways first night we went to Temple Bar (the Dublin Tourist clubbing Area) and obviously had a pint of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; at its most famous pub the Temple Bar. Dublin has the most amazing live music ever, Tim and I can't help but stop in the middle of the street listening to buskers or sitting in a pub listening to a guy who puts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuffy&lt;/span&gt; to shame! Yes buskers put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuffy&lt;/span&gt; to shame...its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we went strolling around the city again taking in the culture and the sites. We decided to go to on the Guinness Experience, but instead of being the normal tourist we took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pov&lt;/span&gt; version and decided to walk (I mean how hard is it to find the tallest building in Dublin right....pretty hard!) it took us like an hour to do a 10 minute walk but experienced some of the suburbs of Dublin in our travels. The Guinness tour was very cool and at the end you sit in the gravity bar where you can have a free pint of the freshest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; you will ever drink (its so much better then Aussie Guinness, completely different taste). While taking in the serenity of the gravity bar we ended up getting picked up by four welsh girls who were absolutely nuts. We left with them and sore an old man outside with a horse pulling a cart and he had been standing there all day....20 euro later and we are riding in the back of a horse pulled cart through the main streets of Dublin. I have photos of the stunned locals as we held up about 20 cars and i gather its not that usual to see a cart with 6 people..plus a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scallywag&lt;/span&gt; or two being pulled through town. Later that night the group of us managed to find the Trinity College uni bar (it had been hidden to us beforehand), and for the first time we found cheap alcohol and crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; uni students. To all of those reading who question whether we did Australia proud...don't worry, we controlled the drinking games at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pav&lt;/span&gt; and there we met an especially crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; man named Connors. We left the welsh and went out from there with Connor and the boys to a secret Melbourne style bar in a back alley and danced the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after a morning of pain, we went through our regular stroll through the town and listened to the buskers, and for some reason went on a bit of a shopping spree. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry mum it was budget...kinda) and then to save money we used leftovers for dinner, which is where we met a German and Hungarian who we went out for a drink with to a local pub last night, and then tonight they nicely cooked us some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hungarian&lt;/span&gt; food (onions, sausage, peppers, and rice)...glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hungary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went on a tour to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Wicklow&lt;/span&gt; mountains to see where some of the movies such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Braveheart&lt;/span&gt;, PS. I love you, and Excalibur were filmed. It was a pretty leisurely tour with a couple of older people. Tim loved it....I was not that excited. And then tonight we went out again to temple bar to a really cool place called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Purty&lt;/span&gt; Kitchen (All of the clubs are like 5 levels, its pretty insane) and that brings me to the current time....4am as we're going to go to the airport now so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; miss our flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-2285045823433356087?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2285045823433356087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=2285045823433356087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/2285045823433356087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/2285045823433356087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-search-of-perfect-guiness.html' title='In search of the perfect Guinness'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-4931387041137558437</id><published>2008-12-08T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:18:33.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days on a Contiki Bus...and i'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since i've posted anything and that is because Tim and I have been on our Contiki trip which was really full on but unvelievable at the same time. For starters we went to:&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;St Goar&lt;br /&gt;Munich&lt;br /&gt;Innsbruck&lt;br /&gt;Venice&lt;br /&gt;Rome&lt;br /&gt;Florence&lt;br /&gt;Lucerne&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;and then home...London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fill you guys in on each of these when i get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-4931387041137558437?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/4931387041137558437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=4931387041137558437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/4931387041137558437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/4931387041137558437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-on-contiki-busand-im-still.html' title='12 Days on a Contiki Bus...and i&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-5567493848111968373</id><published>2008-11-22T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:48:06.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It got cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey all I'm trying to figure out how to put my photos on here, these are some from Tims brothers camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiADMYr761w/SSp3zOl1JmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wZqAOk8cAVI/s1600-h/PB200050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiADMYr761w/SSp3zOl1JmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wZqAOk8cAVI/s320/PB200050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272158035764389474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the Underground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiADMYr761w/SSp3yy0kfbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6kejSFmieS8/s1600-h/PB200058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiADMYr761w/SSp3yy0kfbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6kejSFmieS8/s320/PB200058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272158028310019506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In front of Abbey Road Studios)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiADMYr761w/SSp2mXeaOII/AAAAAAAAAAM/WMnHllg3_Hk/s1600-h/PB190001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiADMYr761w/SSp2mXeaOII/AAAAAAAAAAM/WMnHllg3_Hk/s320/PB190001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272156715299256450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Walking through Shepperds Bush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey all, it's nice to see that some people have actually been reading the rubbish that i have put on here. For those two people i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appologise&lt;/span&gt; for wasting part of your busy lives. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since my last post, Tim and i have visited a couple more of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Londons&lt;/span&gt; tourist spots. Firstly we caught the train to St &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pauls&lt;/span&gt; Cathedral which is amazing, the coolest thing about London is the architecture, and to see buildings which have made it through the centuries and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aboslutely&lt;/span&gt; inspiring when you enter them...St &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pauls&lt;/span&gt; is one of these places. A notable cool factor other then the painted ceilings is in the dome, you can whisper against one wall and the sound travels over 30 meters and can be heard on the other side (very cool) From there we walked across the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; Bridge to the Tate Museum. The Tate is extremely cool as it is filled with so much cool art including a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;monets&lt;/span&gt; (including water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lillies&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;picassos&lt;/span&gt;, and again the building is really cool. From there we strolled along the south bank of the river past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shakespears&lt;/span&gt; playhouse and then under the London Bridge for a warm cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pumkin&lt;/span&gt; soup for lunch. We then walked across the Tower Bridge to the Tower of London. On that note I am officially bored of this blog and its chronological boredom. SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;COOl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;THINGs&lt;/span&gt;. High st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kinsington&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;snobville&lt;/span&gt; but nice, Went to Camden markets and to a comedy show there which was awesome.. It's like west end but huge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ANd&lt;/span&gt; also went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;notting&lt;/span&gt; Hill (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Portobello&lt;/span&gt; rd) and went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;througth&lt;/span&gt; the markets there which were amazing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;FUll&lt;/span&gt; of antiques (stuff in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;england&lt;/span&gt; is actually over 100 years old) and clothes of all sorts (op shops have the coolest vintage clothes) and on that note (my mother said i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; need to buy anything because its the same as in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;AUS&lt;/span&gt;........she is a dirty rotten liar!! I want to buy so many clothes, everything is so cool, today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;camden&lt;/span&gt; markets i wanted to buy a vintage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;british&lt;/span&gt; army riding jacket. It was red with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;militiary&lt;/span&gt; buttons...so cool but 65 quid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're going to head out for Robs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;girlriends&lt;/span&gt; birthday which will be fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ANyway&lt;/span&gt; i hope everyone is well back home, and stay safe in the storms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-5567493848111968373?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5567493848111968373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=5567493848111968373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/5567493848111968373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/5567493848111968373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-got-cold.html' title='It got cold'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiADMYr761w/SSp3zOl1JmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wZqAOk8cAVI/s72-c/PB200050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-2667592377982571613</id><published>2008-11-20T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:14:24.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Beautfals</title><content type='html'>I think Simon is the only one reading this so hey man how are you? Yesterday Tim and I caught the tube to Leicester square to meet up with Kat and Anne. The train line we catch is all stops to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cockfosters&lt;/span&gt; (yes we find it hilarious). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;, we met up with the girls and went for a stroll to find some breakfast. We ended up in a cute little cafe and had an English Breakfast for 5 pounds (expensive). From there we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Picadilly&lt;/span&gt; circus and went through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lillywhites&lt;/span&gt; (a massive sports store) and had a couple of photos. From there we strolled through Soho, which is every 20 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; dream. Streets and streets of designer and boutique clothing stores, bars on every corner, and a couple of traditional pubs with a pint. After a late lunch we went and saw a matinee of Les Miserables from the nose bleed section but it was still pretty cool. Still with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; we decided it was time for a beer or two, so we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soho&lt;/span&gt; for 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; 1 happy-hour cocktails, and then to Leicester square to a pub (much like the Vic...dirty but with beer) and then caught the tube home later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-2667592377982571613?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2667592377982571613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=2667592377982571613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/2667592377982571613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/2667592377982571613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/les-beautfals.html' title='Les Beautfals'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-8031795732630769525</id><published>2008-11-18T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:38:14.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Town</title><content type='html'>Today was our first day in London, and in an attempt to ignore the affects of jet-lag we spent a whole day checking out the sites. The highlights of the day included a visit to the Queen in Buckingham Palace, a visit to the Aussie war memorial, and then a stroll along Hyde park. We then walked up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Westminster&lt;/span&gt; to see the Abbey which was amazing. To see the shrines of kings, queens and poets, and to see a chair used in congregations which is older then Australia really put me in my place. From there we had a quick look at Big Ben, and walked across the Thames to have a look at the London Eye (something like the one in Brisbane, just in Brisbane we don't have a consistent layer of drizzle and fog...damn!) We then went up to have a walk through the national gallery next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trafalgar&lt;/span&gt; square, and spent the afternoon in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;covent&lt;/span&gt; garden listening to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quartet&lt;/span&gt; playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mozart&lt;/span&gt;. (I think I could live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Covent&lt;/span&gt; Garden) Since then we have hit the wall and am now struggling to stay awake at Robs apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well in Brisbane, I will talk to you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-8031795732630769525?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/8031795732630769525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=8031795732630769525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/8031795732630769525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/8031795732630769525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/london-town.html' title='London Town'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-5391191556214057744</id><published>2008-11-18T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:22:13.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying like an eagle</title><content type='html'>Hey all, as you've probably realised I have left for my extended holiday. Everything happened without a hitch, except for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;retarted&lt;/span&gt; best friend who didn't realize he needed to pick up his travel documents before leaving, and we didn't realize this until we were on our way to the airport. (So quick thanks to mum for the detour, and a one handed clap for STA for being shite!) As a result of the late check-in we ended up getting two seats in the middle of a row of four for the 8 hour flight to Singapore. To make matters worse, I ended up sitting next to a little old lady who was about 90, and her only English was a grunt. For the next eight hours, i found I couldn't go to the bathroom her way as she couldn't hop up (wasn't really working for me after a scotch or two), I also found my self as designated carer to remove her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alfoil&lt;/span&gt; from her meals, and watch the little devil drop food down next to me and just grunt with a smile because she knew that she wouldn't bother trying to pick it up. Somehow I managed to control my bladder, and even made a new 90 year old friend at the same time....what an adventure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to Singapore, where we got to chill in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt; airport for about 3 hours. It gave us just enough time to have a quick look through the shops and had a drink of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chivas&lt;/span&gt;, courtesy of the duty free store. We also tried out Burger King, and found that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;triple&lt;/span&gt; bacon burger is a great punch to the heart, and made a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; friend who we had the most expensive beers ever with in the airport bar ($15 for a schooner of tiger...what a rip!) Our next flight was BA to London and went really well, with both of us having a row of three seats to sleep on for the leg, which dropped us safe and sound in London at 5:30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-5391191556214057744?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/5391191556214057744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=5391191556214057744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/5391191556214057744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/5391191556214057744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/flying-like-eagle.html' title='Flying like an eagle'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058498215136721168.post-2994487056970850110</id><published>2008-11-05T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:18:19.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The planning stage</title><content type='html'>It is right now that i should be pollishing up on the last minute details of my holiday, however I need to study, and probably shouldn't even be procrastinating in creating this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a warning to the minute amount of people who will actually read this blog as they do wonder where in the world is Jeremy. The spelling and grammar throughout the whole site will be HORRIBLE, and all i have to say to you all is deal with it. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058498215136721168-2994487056970850110?l=whereisjeremy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/feeds/2994487056970850110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058498215136721168&amp;postID=2994487056970850110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/2994487056970850110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058498215136721168/posts/default/2994487056970850110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisjeremy.blogspot.com/2008/11/planning-stage.html' title='The planning stage'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09165273314608866769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
