Had a great weekend. Moved into my new place in Sydney. Nice and spacious, though there are a couple of issues; a) no cable TV yet, b) electric cooker. Other than that all is well. Went to IKEA to get a few bits and pieces, bought a washing machine etc. Settled down in the pub on Saturday night to watch England vs Australia in the World Cup Final. The lads had their Irish jerseys on, but I’d left mine in Canberra. We were constantly approached by supporters from both teams hoping that we’d be on their side, but our loyalties were divided. I was supporting the Aussies, given that I’m living here now, but some of the lads were supporting England, on the grounds that they wouldn’t have to listen to 4 years of crap if they won. There was a great atmosphere in the pub, plenty of shouting and a cracking game of rugby. In the end the English won a tight fought match, at which point the majority of Aussies left the pub and went home. John Howard, the PM, was a grumpy bastard when handing out the medals, which spoiled an otherwise enjoyable occasion. The man is an arsehole!