citric nuances

Dear Perthites (for that is what you are, or you are named as of... now!),

Orange is a strange place. There are definitely no citrus fruits. Anywhere. Really, I checked.

There are lots of other crazy facts that will spin your crazy little heads out (I love your collective crazy little heads, by the way). I will dispense these facts in point form:

• It is colder here than in Iceland. Yesterday it got up to 12 degrees. In Reyjavik, it was 13. I guess this fits in with the pseudo-conspiracy theory that I am Bjork.
• Street parking is strange. You need to park backwards at a 45 degree angle in some places. I am yet to try this. I am scared.
• People really have no awareness of AFL. I wore my Eagles scarf on two consecutive days this week. Number of comments: 0. I guess it's better than Sydney Swans comments.
  
• There are self-service checkouts at Big W! It's fun except for the annoying British voice that tells you to do everything. But the novelty factor is very high. If you ever visit Orange, it's on the top of the to-do list.
  
• All of the pubs advertise either XXXX or Tooheys. For that reason, I haven't set foot in a pub yet.
• Local TV news is just like WIN or GWN news. But much, much worse.
• The Myer store here is bigger than the one in Freo - that's no mean feat.
• The little green man takes so long at intersections that jaywalking is inevitable.
• The Daily Telegraph is Sydney's answer to The West Australian minus the two best bits - Inside Cover and Today.
• People don't seem to die or give birth much over here - or at least they don't tend to announce it in the newspaper. That's the third best bit of the newspaper!
• Nothing is pronounced phoenetically. It makes me afraid to say stuff.