Alice’s blog

Well I’d only managed to work three shifts at the cafe before I lost my job! And no i didn’t get the boot the cafe was shut down. It’s a long story involving a pain-in-the-arse landlord who basically changed the locks so Stan (my boss) couldn’t open the cafe and now he’s moving elsewhere. I’m gutted to say the least, I really liked working there and once again I’m unemployed. Stan and Leigh-Ann who ran the cafe were so nice. The staff were nice aswell. Out of the ones I met there was Sebastian who tried to teach me coffee art where you draw pretty patterns in the coffee; Roxy who was just loud; and Alie the student from Cardiff with whom I spent alot of time discussing world issues, granted alot of that was spent discussing how much of a twat the Australian prime minister, John Howard is. It was just refreshing to talk to someone who found similar issues interesting and I’v learnt alot more about Australian politics and just Australian life in general.

I’ve also learnt just how many weird characters there are in Glebe. People may come to Glebe and say “but I don’t see any weirdos” that’s because they all hide in Cafe Oasis, or atleast they did, sob. James, Glebe’s very own Big Issue seller was there on a regular basis, which is probably why he never sold many magazines. He is extremely odd without wanting to be too mean as I think he’s suffered from Schizophrenia. The other day he collared me in the street and after a brief chat he asked me if I had any spare womens clothes because he likes to ‘dress up’, I mean what are you supposed to say to that?! During my three days of toasty and coffee making I also had the pleasure of meeting Trevor the parrot man. You’d see him sat outside with one parrot on each shoulder not far from some old man or woman muttering to themselves as they wander down the street.

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