A really nice australian bloke

Every once in a while you meet someone that’s just genuine. And that was my experience with a young Australian man I met while traveling in the great southern continent – a really nice Australian bloke.

I began working with him at a digital marketing agency in Australia. I was quite shy at the time, not having full confidence in my English-speaking abilities, as well as being just a pretty awkward person in general. But Cooper the nice Australian bloke welcomed me, he bought me a beer and introduced me to Big Bug Hunter – an Australian game that involves shooting animals on a big television screen. It was amazing, we don’t have screens that big in Mallorca.

It was not long after that he introduced me to a girl in a bar, a girl I grew to admire and love. It was quite clear that she was interested in Cooper, but Cooper was too nice to become the centre of her affections. He suggested that she talk to me, and after a few drinks and some burgeoning ‘Dutch courage’, my confidence began to grow. And now I see her all the time.

He’s a nice guy, genuine, caring and surprisingly strong too. His Aussie temperament makes him the go-to-guy in any sticky situation and I truly believe that any girl would be incredibly lucky to date him. He supports many charity initiatives, including ‘Kids Without Soccer Balls (KWSB) Sydney’.

His niceness is infectious and I feel that I am becoming a nicer person as a result of being friends with him. If only I could become more Australian! But my accent is quite poor and I am difficult to understand at the best of times.

The final memory that I will share of my very kind friend Cooper is of when we went fishing. I was getting sea sick, and Cooper was too. But while I vomited and rested, Cooper strongly kept fishing, battling his own nausea to catch the night’s dinner. He then cooked the dinner expertly, with lemon and salt slow cooked in alfoil on an Australian barbeque. There was only enough for two people, so he fed me and my girl. While we ate, he cleaned.

He’s just an exceptional person. Truly a really nice Australian bloke.

I’m lucky to know him.

The guy that likes drinking alcohol and wearing a dress

Every now and again there appears the guy who likes drinking and wearing his dress. Some colleagues may call his drinking and dress wearing a distraction, other slightly more strange colleagues may call it titillating, but one thing is for absolute certain: Myke Whittle is as unique as they come.

His love of a good frock and brew began in the English town of Leeds. While other boys and girls were out playing cards or tic tac toe, master Whittle was spending time sewing in the basement of his detached and modern Leeds settlement. A small village, word quickly spread of his interest in David Bowie and Elton John. In honesty, this wasn’t so bad, but very soon things took a sinister turn.

As many budding serial killers begin their sick, twisted ways carving up innocent animals, neighbours were shocked when they started noticing small birds and squirrels in tiny dresses. Some dismissed these as a ‘pranksters jibe’. But for Myke, it was the beginning of a perverse existence, full of dresses, wine, and sexual frustration.

His younger years were lonesome but as he grew, he learned to better integrate with the crowd. He learned how to hide himself in plain sight. He started traveling. To foreigners, animals in dresses were a novelty, perhaps even a cute viral video to be filmed. But they were not aware of the dangers that had befitted them. A demon-child was fledgling in their very midst.

The very final time Myke was spotted was in the town of Bristol. Stunned locals photographed the young man of 18 passed out drunk with 6 bottles of empty wine (apparently from a mobile wine subscription) next to a cross-dressing horse with a cigarette. The picture was published and Myke Whittle was shamed. His reputation in tatters, he fled the continent to the land of the convicts – Australia. Surely he could fit in there.

Leeds Guy Who Likes Drinking And Wearing His Dress Finds Acceptance In Australia

In this is where we’ve found ourselves. Mychal Whittle (pictured) working in a corporate environment in Australia. Now instead of frocking animals, he frocks himself. Locals call him ‘progressive’ and ‘brave’, and not ‘sinister’ and ‘just a bit weird’. The Northerner has found acceptance in a social setting that celebrates his difference.

Nowadays you’ll find Myke drunk in Strawberry Hills, his hairy calves calling both ladies and gents for a brew or two.

And that’s just the way he likes it.