This is what’s happening…

We are in Campblletown, Australia. Chris is filming in the bush somewhere. The set is really cool and is actually Vietnam (well it will be in the film). Back to Sydney tomorrow, which I am thrilled about. This town is bleak and weird. Staying in a clinical corporate apartment block surrounded by junk food drive thru restaurants. I went for the super market and cooking option instead, but impulsively bought so much weird food that I keep going to the garage to get Kettle Chips. Quite fascinating tho, we get to see a bit of inland Australia. But so far, the beaches win.

We had our jabs for Vietnam last night. The injection didnt hurt but afterwards our arms were SORE!! Luckily (?) a massive spider was crawling across the floor while I was getting mine done, so it was a good distraction. NEVER thought I would say that! Chris shooting nights, so I am alone and uninspired, not getting any work done and I have LOTS. That is explains this classic example of procrastinatative (?) blogging.

Right now I am trying desperately to feel inspired and do some work, but a glass of red and another episode of Aircrash Investigation seem to have stolen me from me brain, again. Maybe I should just give in to the claws of this industrial town and get drunk and watch TV with commitment. Chris wont be back until 5am. I have time to kill. Hmmmm, I bet I go get some more Kettle Chips by the time he gets home.

It is odd here, I don’t really like it. I am very bored. Looking forward to moving on. I miss walking, but there is literally nowhere to walk to. I went to the gym in the building but its so miserable walking on a moving floor in a sweaty room. I just can’t do it.

Anyway, I have wine to drink. It’s lovely. Australia sure know how to make a plonk.

Slaters x

Am I The Only One Who Doesn’t Need My Boyfriend To Be My Best Friend?

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When I was thirteen years old I asked my uncle who his best friend was.

‘It’s your aunty.’ He replied. ‘Obviously!’

Obviously? Was that really obvious? To me it was the least obvious thing I had ever heard. How on earth could your wife be your best friend? He was just being ridiculous.

At the time of this nonsensical conversation I was best friends with a girl called Alice. She was ever so nice and we did everything together, but I certainly never planned to marry her. Why would I do that? She was my best friend, not my boyfriend. At that age I saw those two roles as being distinctly different, and if I am completely honest, I still do.

Nowadays it seems to be totally normal for your partner to also be your best friend. I was at the wedding of a very dear male friend of mine only last year, when at the end of his speech he proclaimed that his new wife was his best friend. I shot my glare over to the best man who, having just been denounced, I felt very sorry for. He didn’t react at all. Maybe he didn’t care? Personally I found the whole thing to be a quite awkward.

It got me worried, should I be aiming for this in my own relationship? I just don’t know if my brain works that way. My best friend and I do things like walk around the house wearing nothing but tights and bras (men don’t ‘get’ tights). We don’t wait until the other one goes out before we bleach our facial hair because it makes us laugh when we are not allowed to smile with the cream on (men don’t laugh at our facial hair), and we also talk openly about our past sexual conquests whilst laughing about it and high-fiving each other (men don’t laugh and high five you when you talk about your sexual past). So taking all of this into account, how on earth could my partner EVER be my best friend? The role he plays in my life is entirely different. And that is what I love about it.