the nadstown 411

egads! It seems elmo (patron saint of nadstown) is directing viewers of her blog to come to nadstown and take a look around. So as mayor of this technological enclave, I feel it is my duty to actually give them something to read, so following is a brief synopsis of nadstown as it currently exists:

nadstown is a small town within Sydney, Australia, with a current population of one. Population growth is not predicted, however modern medicine is advancing rapidly, and thus new personalities could be detected to be residing in nadstown in the future. a university town, specialising in the communications and international studies departments, the mayor and sole resident of nadstown is eager to leave all that behind, and concentrate on economic growth in the employment field. this is taking a very long time. thus, the mayor has two part-time jobs in addition to general mayor duties, to keep her in those snazzy mayoral robes she so loves, and to keep the town's many pubs in business. on the cutlural side of things, the mayor of nadstown encourages the residents (i.e. herself) to participate in regular dance classes, as a means of keeping fit and knowing how to booty dance like a pro, should she ever need to prove herself in a dance-off with someone from a rival town (these are dangerous times people). also, nadstown is a multi-cultural, multi-lingual town, with all street signs in english and spanish, owing to the mayor's 2003 sebatical to Chile and Latin America at large, where she "saw how they're doin' it over there". there is also a mandatory public appreciation of all things polish egyptian and russian, in respect of the polish/russian/egyptian creators of nadstown - the mayor's parents. hence borscht* night at the mayor's home is an official public holiday, vodka is the town's official beverage of choice (soon to be running out of the taps in the town hall/mayor's residence), and an egyptian man named gohah** is the town's official mascot.

* a lovely russian/polish soup of beetroot and potatoes (and meat if the peasants can afford it).

**bedtime stories about gohah, the town idiot, were told to the mayor by her father in her youth.

So there is a brief insight into nadstown, for those of you who have yet to visit our shores (okay, this whole metaphor is starting to sound a bit kinky). Please visit whenever you're nearby, and be sure to let the tourist board know what can be done next time to improve your experience in our growing mini-metropolis (apart from the obvious like photos and interesting stuff in general).