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A few short hours after writing my previous post I received .. quite literally .... the LONGEST text I have ever seen!!
This text came from a certain older brother of mine.... and can only be described as an ENDLESS LIST of Australia based stories that I had rather stupidly managed to leave off my post.

So here we go..... Daniel Cooper hits Australia. Part deux
(I am not sure why I am allowing my family to take over my blog.... but the stories are amusing enough so ho hum).

We are currently on the plane to Singapore (on route to Oz). Daniel, now less Inebriated, more HANGING, is snoooooozing away (Meanwhile I am getting VERY pissed off with his uneven snoring pattern) 
The Air hostesses begin to bash their way through the aisles with their overly square and metal food trolleys - Lunch is being served. They get to the row before ours. I prod my sleeping brother.
"Dan... Lunch. Wake the hell up"
NOTHING
"Hmmmmmmm...." SIGH
Now.... I could put some effort in and wake him up - but then I will bear the brunt of his grumpy wrath.
PLUS.... he is hideously hungover and WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND wants plane food when hungover????
So being the exxxxcellent sister that I am. I left him to it.

An hour or so goes by.

"Rach.... what time is it? When are they serving food, i'm starving" ermmmmm AWKWARD.

ULURU

About half way into our trip we were staying in a hotel close to Ayre's Rock (Uluru either/or).
We had been to visit the large mounds of orange rock (don't get me wrong they actually ARE incredible) that evening and had watched the sunset over them with our flowing glasses of Champagne. Following this was the standard (but pretty awesome) night time BBQ under the stars - all very nice and very middle class English people on holiday of us.

Once this had finished we got the coach back to our hotel.

If any of you have visited Ayre's Rock you will know that the 'Full Uluru experience' does not end there, because apparently SUNSET is not enough, we have to see SUNRISE as well. Which equals horrendously early start for the Cooper family.
With this in mind... Daniel suggests the Cooper siblings take a trip to the hotel bar that night. Being quite late already our elder brother opts out.
Daniel and I hit the bar. Ohhhhhh the stupidity.
Once again on a family holiday Dan manages to get me absolutely trashed. AND once AGAIN ladies and gentlemen.... I spew my guts up. I have no recollection of this and was kindly reminded of it by said brother.
Early early... ever so early start to the day - hungover, feeling like crap, thinking it would be as scorching hot as it was the day before, i left my hotel room and flumped onto the coach.
Turns out Uluru does not warm up until the FLIPPING sun comes out!!!!!!  - why this didn't occur to me I am not sure.
I am there freezing my ASS off, hanging, in a sleeveless top, watching a rock. RUDDY HELL.

Ok, so Dan did lend me his jumper..... 


Plane Journey from HELL
I mentioned in my previous post that Daniel and I left Australia early due to work commitments etc. So we flew back a week earlier than our parents and brother.
My brother and I sat down.... we had pretty shocking seats in the middle row of the plane - always a chore, never a pleasure.
Reluctantly we took our seats. Now.... the Coopers are not small people. HOWEVER, what was about to sit in front of us made Dan and I look like the Borrowers. An absolutely TONK young man thudded his butt down on the seat in front of Dan - the seat dropped back a good few inches from his sheer bulk.
I LOLED. I had been forced into having the non aisle seat on account of my short stature and now I was indirectly having my revenge. 

I laughed too soon.
Suddenly, a woman.... EQUALLY as HENCH as the man approached the row in front of us. NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO. The worst was happening.
This rugby shirt wearing 'lady' cLaMbErEd over her 'boyfriend' (Yeah, that's right... he didn't even get up) to quite literally FALL into her poor seat, which I genuinely heard SQUEAL as it  was forced to drop back a few inches.
The cherry on top - these were the kind of people that like to 'relaxxxxxxxxx' on their flight. This includes such activities as over drinking, loud chewing, burping, farting and PUTTING THEIR CHAIR BACK THE SECOND THE PLANE IS IN THE AIR. I hate these types of people!!!!!! Especially, when their chairs are already resting on my FOREHEAD just from sheer body force. 
Watching movies on the back of their chairs was an absolute JOKE. 

Unfortunately, we were also on a flight that had a mere 2 hour stop over in Singapore.
Translation - queue for 20 minutes to get off plane. Follow Dan to the (actually pretty scenic) Singapore Airport smoking area, sit in smoke clouds for 15 minutes. Go to Airport toilets in the mind set that I will be stuck on a plane for the next 13 hours - queue with my fellow passengers for 15 minutes. Grab a fruit smoothy at the single open cafe in our terminal, sit in absolute silence for 20 minutes. One last toilet trip - just in case. Hear boarding call to get back on flight. Queue for 20 minutes to sit back into our hideously unpleasing seats with our MAMMOTH friends in front of us.
WHAT.A.DREAM


We finally arrived back in England. HOMEEEEEEEE the land where Ozzy Rules does not exist - thank the lord!!!!! (MOST absurd sport ever!)
Just to give you a little re cap of my day:
We landed in England at 6.30am
Arrived home at 8.30am ish
I met my good friend Jemma for drinks and a Picnic along the Thames at 12.30 (having had a shower, etc... promise)
And then for some reason decided NOT to give in to my jet lag. No no.... having had zero sleep for potentially the last 40 hours... I went out that night to Oceana (GRIMMMMM).

THE RESULT: brace yourself.....