Posts Tagged ‘news’

Top o’ the Mornin’ to Yer

Sunday, February 3rd, 2013

Wonderful, fantastic, overwhelmingly GREAT news, kids! I know where I am going to be living next month! I realise that I haven’t written about my last few weeks of Visa Adventures as I didn’t want to start writing about the injustice of visa applications until I had a visa in my hand. The internet is an easily searchable entity.

So at the start of January I completed the online application and paid for a two year travel/work visa for the UK. Then after collecting all of the required documents (including a bank statement that had to be stamped by someone from my branch in Claremont… ridiculous.) I went and handed them and my passport over to a French woman sitting behind a desk in a weird office in the middle of the suburbs of Paris. Upon receiving my documents, the woman told me that I couldn’t apply for the visa from France because I didn’t have a Carte de Séjour. NO WHERE on any document or webpage did it ever state that I needed a Carte de Séjour to apply – it simply said I needed permission to live in the country and have been here for over six months. Tick and tick.

She said I could still try and apply but I was likely to be denied. Considering I had already paid for the visa and my only other option would be to return to Australia and hand the same documents over there, I decided to give it a good old try and let them take my passport. And then I waited.

Through some sort of divine miracle or perhaps just some bloody good luck, two weeks and two days later I finally received a poorly written SMS from the Visa processing plant to say that I could collect my passport and documents. There was no indication if this meant I had been successful – it just meant I could get my passport back. To be honest, I just happy about this fact because giving away your passport when you have no other form of identification and your ability to return home relies on the possession of this document is quite unnerving.

I received the SMS at 11am and it clearly stated that the staff would be eating lunch between noon and 1pm and therefore shouldn’t be disturbed. If there is one thing that I have learnt while living in Paris is that you never, EVER interrupt a French person’s lunch break. Doing so will result in spit in your food/ the tearing up your passport/ instant death. So I waited patiently until the afternoon, repeating “You won’t get a visa. You won’t get a visa.” over and over in my head so that when I finally collected my passport and discovered I had been denied entry then there wouldn’t be tears.

When arriving at the Visa centre, two lovely security guards take away all of your possessions and you are then instructed to go to a waiting room. After 30 seconds, my number was called, I was handed a white envelope and then told to leave the building immediately. I had no idea if I had been given a visa or not – all I knew is that I had a white envelope and inside was something that felt like my passport. After collecting my bag, I went outside, sat on a bench and opened the envelope – all that was inside were the original copies of my documents and my passport. No letter, no nothing. So I flicked through the pages of my passport and then TRUMPETS and SINGING ANGELS and FIREWORKS and CHRISTMAS! There was a brand new visa with an awful photograph of me and words suggesting that I can live and work in the UK for two whole years!

Instantly my entire life changed and my world became a much brighter place with a potential future and exciting adventures ahead. I still don’t know exactly where I will end up but I am going to start in Manchester, the birthplace of my great grandfather and home to some of my extended family members.

I leave Paris on 28 February to start my new life in one of the rainiest cities in the world. I’m going to buy some wellington boots! YAY!

Important Stuff

Thursday, May 19th, 2011

I often feel bad about not keeping more up to date with the latest news in Perth and so while eating my lunch I have just scanned the West Australian newspaper website to see what is happening. All I learnt was that there was a budget release and in England a man tried to take a pony on a train. I am really hoping someone can explain to me why a man taking a pony on a train is the fifth most view story on The West website. He didn’t even get it onto the train because the train officials said no. Where is the story?! At least I don’t feel so bad about not keeping up with the news. There clearly isn’t any.

And in Today’s News…

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

Wow, what a day for the newspapers. All of those eager reporters will be jumping up and down in front of their editors, trying to score the role as ‘Official Reporter’ of the latest gossip from Federal Politics. Yes, it has been decided – So long, Mr Rudd. It’s amazing how a few hours can completely change a person’s life and I suspect Kev is feeling a bit shell shocked at the moment. Pity, I quite liked his wife.

I don’t have a strong opinion on who our Prime Minister should be because honestly I don’t like any of them, but I am particularly disappointed that one of the most momentous occasions in the history of women in politics has been decided by a popularity contest and a bunch of suits. While I would hate to go through the money-wasting debacle of electing a leader like they do in the USA, it somewhat annoys me that once elected, politicians who sit on back benches or who get promoted to cabinet positions think they have the right to revolt against their leader. A leader that THEY elected in the first place. This has been happening more and more frequently lately and I’m quite sick of it.

It just goes to show that really there is no one strong enough within politics to continue to be re-elected by both the people of Australia and their own political party. John Howard managed to do it for quite some time, and while I didn’t really like him either, at least he was consistent. Now Labor has to win an election with a new leader. A FEMALE leader, I might add. While I’m all for equality for women, Julia was in the right place at the right time. Whether or not she has ‘the balls’ to win the election and run the country, I’m not so sure. But I won’t be celebrating Australia’s first female Prime Minister until it officially occurs through a Federal election.

Julia Gillard

Her hands are a bit stumpy...

And in other news, a five metre long crocodile has beaten a three metre bull shark in a fight to the death in the Northern Territory.

In Florida (the real Florida, not the one near Mandurah), a man has been run over by his dog.

So much news and it is only 9am. Who knows what the day ahead will bring…

Someone Knock Me On The Head!

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

I have never wanted to go into a coma as much as I do right now. A brilliant story has hit the news of a 13 year old Croatian girl who went into a coma due to blood poisoning and came out 24 hours later speaking fluent German. She had learnt some German at school but was in no way fluent, but now she can’t speak anything BUT German! That’s just ridiculously amazing! Really I can’t see how it could be true and I think the media may be stretching it a little bit because at some point she would have had to learn the vocabulary. A baby doesn’t just wake up one morning and say, “Good morning, mother dearest. I do say I feel like having a good old chat about existentialism today!” So unless the girl had a German dictionary under her pillow and she was absorbing the words while in a coma, I don’t think she’s so fluent. But still, what a great moment in history!

I suppose it wouldn’t be so great for the girl or her family because they can no longer talk to one another. But that’s what translators are for! I wish I could go to sleep one night and wake up speaking fluent French. Ever since my French lesson yesterday I have been talking to myself in my head in French (yes, I am insane) so perhaps if I fall asleep thinking in French it will happen! Mais, oui! C’est possible!