tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190099642024-03-23T18:08:38.537+00:00The Posse House...and then i said, "it's not you, it's me. i hate you"The Heirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07808344907206856036noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-67566379016147946862010-01-31T12:20:00.002+00:002010-01-31T12:22:57.930+00:00SundayI own my own washing machine. I spent the day working around the house. Last night I had my last shift at the pub and tomorrow I start back at the School at 9.30. In the morning.<br /><br />Something went wrong here.....Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-14074669768492514682009-02-07T15:33:00.000+00:002009-02-07T15:34:28.125+00:00God Bless the Japanese<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qb7zwr3vQKo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qb7zwr3vQKo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-26477535759913059392008-09-18T09:20:00.002+01:002008-09-18T09:34:45.261+01:00Blue Lounge Take TwoThis time I managed to get into the Virgin Blue lounge and have a shower, eat their food and drink their booze. The internet took a bit longer to get onto this time around but here I am!<br />Spent the last two days in Canberra catching up with Liz and Flick. Was good fun. The old capital ain't too bad really, I'd done most of the sights back in two thousand so we just hung out for the most part, except for Liz dragging me to Floriade [a very manly flower festival, full of men, doing manly things] Some bloke tried to sell us a whipper snipper using the line "when was the last time you bought your dad a present?" "uhh.. fathers day. you know, like a week ago" so that didn't work so well for him. I also managed to finish watching Underbelly, discovered that I was staying in the room of a <a href="http://www.paralympic.org.au/AthleteProfile.aspx?AthleteID=e2ca7d66-c0bc-4c14-b877-def298ce8363">paralympian</a>, and was introduced to the hilarity that is Eddie Izzard.<br />Am waiting for my flight to the Gold Coast where I meet up with Jo and then Grampa.Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-65756714429927616662008-09-15T17:54:00.002+01:002008-09-15T18:02:36.717+01:00Four Bolts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SM6U1TvpZPI/AAAAAAAAADE/ikQjlnjXHuE/s1600-h/DSCF0016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SM6U1TvpZPI/AAAAAAAAADE/ikQjlnjXHuE/s400/DSCF0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246294259487302898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SM6U173WOJI/AAAAAAAAADM/lRrNo7t8OnM/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SM6U173WOJI/AAAAAAAAADM/lRrNo7t8OnM/s400/DSCF0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246294270257019026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SM6U2JtV6TI/AAAAAAAAADU/cJfl8dxGLhQ/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SM6U2JtV6TI/AAAAAAAAADU/cJfl8dxGLhQ/s400/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246294273973152050" /></a>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-34581400493122986142008-09-13T15:16:00.002+01:002008-09-14T15:32:48.110+01:00Mice and MenThe usual amount of ambiguity that follows me around came into play in the form of Tim Shaw (who couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery) long story short; I'm not going to Wollongong. So I re-jigged the time table and now head to Canberra on Tuesday, Gold Coast on Thrursday, Melbourne the following Wednesday and Adelaide the Thursday after that.<br />Spent the last few days chilling with Stu, catching up with Ames and Grets, and eating Krispy Kremes. Tomorrow we're heading down to the river where there is supposed to be a rope swing and a pretty sweet spot. Should get some good pics!Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-53988663445220463062008-09-10T14:54:00.002+01:002008-09-10T15:15:42.000+01:00SleepingThirtysix hours, a plane flight with maybe two hours of sleep, trekking all round Sydney, a game of squash and then watching tennis. Woke up for half an hour to take Stu to work then back to bed. Woke up at three in the afternoon. What are holidays for? Sleeping all day in someone elses house on the other side of the country. Sweet.Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-17584550396658483592008-09-08T22:59:00.002+01:002008-09-08T23:06:16.828+01:00SydneyI'm in Sydney. Two months of holiday starts today. Flight over was a bit rubbish, but more or less standard. Planes suck in spite of their incredible usefulness. Virgin refused me entrance to their blue lounge when I got to Sydney airport, you have to be on an outgoing flight, tried the "i flew in with you guys" argument but the Irish woman at the desk probably didn't understand the concept of a reasoned position and ignored me. Forgot that Virgin don't really do service.. so I came down to the food court and got onto Virgins wireless network so I could slag them off online. Grabbed a Krispy Kreme donut and a coffee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SMWhw5Jm9YI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r4vKMyRzpzY/s1600-h/Photo+57.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SMWhw5Jm9YI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r4vKMyRzpzY/s400/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243775202489726338" /></a>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-80120445118024940702008-07-22T15:36:00.004+01:002008-07-22T17:05:10.398+01:00Secondhand StoriesRemakes are all the rage in the film industry at the minute. I went to see Batman: The Dark Knight yesterday and it was quality. Some remakes are just brilliant, better than the original, better than the remake of the original! This was one of them. There is good room for another one or two Christopher Nolan takes on the Batman, I'm hoping for two, with plenty of characters still to draw on. Robin, Batgirl, and Bane being the obvious options. Heath Ledger's performance is just about as good as it's cracked up to be and between the psycho acting and the dying thing he's probably got the Oscar locked up.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Why is he running?" "Because we have to chase him."</span><br />On the subject of remakes, I've been wondering what happens when we run out of stuff to remake..? Solomon said there is nothing new under the sun. No new idea's, no new thought's (yes those are the same thing, shuttup) no new movies? The classics, the greats, the fiction that is accounted the top of its class nowadays is mostly old. It's Tolkein, it's C.S. Lewis, it's cartoons that started in the fifties, it's Peter Pan and Robin Hood. The new stuff doesn't seem to seem to cut it. But what I want to know, is what is the stuff that is being written now that will be the gold of the next generation, slash my generation all growed up. Where is the brilliance? There is good stuff out there, and at some point the film industry will work it out and stop with the remakes and start with the new stuff, but in the mean time I'm looking for the next Tolkein (Robert Jordan?), the next C.S. Lewis (Pullman?) and the next Batman (Bourne?). Personally I want Lewis' spot.<br />Also, I watched a great film called Secondhand Lions. It has Michael Caine as a crazy old American who shoots at travelling salesmen with his brother. They end up looking after their nephew and buying a lion and flying a plane upside down into a barn.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Ok. We'll see what he's selling. Then we shoot him!"</span><br />Speaking of crazy Americans and shooting things... Back home I copped some flack over a couple of the things I did with the youth, mostly from stuffy anal types for things like sock wrestling at the boys night (which wasn't actually my idea, I just took umbrage to the criticism and took up the argument) but I got nothing on <a href="http://www.koco.com/news/16860079/detail.html">these</a> guys. I wouldn't mind pinching their budget though!Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-5952889603297767212008-07-19T08:50:00.002+01:002008-07-19T08:59:58.605+01:00Sleep Is For The DeadMy long running battle with sleep looked to be going my way last night. I was in bed by one, lights out by two (this may sound late but the last three weeks I haven't got to sleep before four) a couple of hours in the gym and then a couple of beers in me to ease the process. Not to be outdone, sleep sent me a headache and a restless night from which I awoke at six thirty in desperate need of a shower and morphine. I had to settle for neurofen, a shower, and back to bed. I woke up at midday with that beautiful feeling of a proper deep sleep and no headache, but sleep had still won as it had robbed me of half my day, again. Try again tonight eh.<br />NB: for anyone thinking of moving to Busselton for the Saturday shopping and cruisy weekend lifestyle, I can recommend not. In town this afternoon all but the bars and Hilzeez were shut by three pm, and the only thing Hilzeez had going for it was my new Zoo York tshirt and the pretty girl who served me.Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-39185259878466686282008-07-16T16:14:00.000+01:002008-07-16T16:15:02.486+01:00This, I Like<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A376228' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?content_url=http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/files/production/tentpole_config.xml&service=sendables.jibjab.com' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?content_url=http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/files/production/tentpole_config.xml&service=sendables.jibjab.com'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='content_url=http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/files/production/tentpole_config.xml&service=sendables.jibjab.com'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Send a JibJab Sendables® <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'>eCard</a> Today!</div></div><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNjIyMTE1NjgzMyZwdD*xMjE2MjIxMjExNDg1JnA9MTkxMTMxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" />Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-76350689634663597042008-07-15T15:11:00.002+01:002008-07-15T16:59:21.488+01:00EverestABC showed a documentary on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincoln_Hall_(climber)">Lincoln Hall's</a> climbing of mount Everest. He froze to death at twenty-eight thousand feet. But then he woke up again, at which point he was convinced he was on a boat and he had to get off. A group of climbers found him on their way to the summit, only it wasn't a boat he was trying to get off, it was a thousand foot cliff. So they get him down and fix up his frost bite, which apparently is something of a side effect of freezing to death. And a little bit later they make a documentary of the whole thing.<br />Here's the random link that ties together in my head the thing that I am writing about now and the thing that I want to write about next; there's a quote by Bono about Everest. Only it's not so much about Everest as it is about third world debt. Bono and someone else, possibly someone who is actually very well known but whose fame I am not aware of, were talking to Tony Blair about getting the G8 to lead the charge and forgive third world debt and Blair said something along the lines of that he was on side but that it was like staring up at Everest. Bono responded <span style="font-style:italic;">"When you see Everest, Tony, you don't look at it, you f***ing climb it"</span><br />The other person, I have discovered while checking the quote, was Bob Geldof. Who I still don't really know who is.Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-76232363874486612452008-07-14T18:33:00.001+01:002008-07-14T18:44:39.865+01:00Sia<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6PGrub3jUc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6PGrub3jUc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-13364237022166130602008-07-12T17:18:00.002+01:002008-07-13T17:07:25.630+01:00A PropositionWe got hammered in the cafe last night. Like fifty people, ten room service runs, and twelve cocktails at once til eleven o'clock at night hammered. Then tonight; nothing. Not a single table. We closed the restaurant at seven thirty but not before I'd called all the occupied rooms in the resort and asked them if they'd like anything before we shut. Nobody did.<br />So last night we had this table of eleven women. Without fail the rowdiest, loudest tables you will ever get in a restaurant are composed of women between the age of twenty-eight and forty-three. This was one of them tables. They ate and, more to the point, drank their way through relative small and large quantities of food and alcohol before leaving a very large mess behind them. Twenty minutes later, as we were just getting to the last of their mess, two of them walked back in and started talking to Ravi. He started laughing and shaking his head and then nodded towards me. The women came over to me grinning and it suddenly clicked what they were looking for.<br />"What time do you get off work?" they asked.<br />"No time soon." I replied.<br />"You wouldn't wanna come and..." they mimed taking off their clothes, obviously meaning my clothes, not theirs.<br />"No, but this guy over here (I nod at Ravi) does it all the time. And if he's not up for it there's this guy on security called Andy."<br />Only turns out it was Andy who sent them after us in the first place so sending them back after him was not really going to work. So a few minutes later we finish convincing the women that we were not going to be stopping by their villa to put on a strip show and they leave again.Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-35710857573796017752008-07-10T14:39:00.003+01:002008-12-13T01:51:54.375+00:00ThursdayBarrack Obama may have to beware of <a href="http://marbury.typepad.com/marbury/2008/07/oh-jesse.html">castration</a> by senior African American politicians. So, you're not allowed to point out faults particular to a racial group if you're not of that racial group, that's racism, and you're not allowed to if you do belong to that racial group, that's betrayal. Unless of course the group you want to criticise is caucasion, in which case go for broke.<br />Bill Henson lashes out at "a world of moralism, and opinionation and clap-trap". Coz morality is one of those undesirable parts of our society that should be killed off immediately. Well, he's entitled to his opinion.<br />Apparently alcohol, a folding couch, and an angry russian wife are a <a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/news/world/article.html?in_article_id=211375&in_page_id=64">bad combination</a>. Couldn't quite decide whether the Lord was going to punish me for laughing, a little reminiscent of the Darwin Awards.<br />The Spainiards step up the crazy in Pamplona. Kind of impressive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SHYWwGpkouI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Nshz21SIX4s/s1600-h/r270105_1134447.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/SHYWwGpkouI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Nshz21SIX4s/s320/r270105_1134447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221385833657180898" /></a>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-20336264790270837722008-07-09T10:19:00.002+01:002008-07-09T10:21:40.740+01:00Funny coz it's True<span style="font-style:italic;">Big Deal. By the time Bart's 18 we're gonna control the world. We're China, right?</span>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-31500430309883458242008-07-08T15:38:00.004+01:002008-07-08T17:01:52.082+01:00Clearly Not Giving Him Enough To DoKevin Rudd, Prime Minister of Australia, is on Facebook. Commonly accepted as the worlds foremost procrastination tool. He has 4462 friends, of which two are mutual friends of mine (for anyone unfamiliar with facebook, the PM has added two of the same people as I have), he is [unsurprisingly] a Rudd and Labour supporter (see the fans and supporters application/groups on facebook) along with a few posted items and notes (more facebook jargon). He does not, however, have a wall, superwall, funwall or any other kind of wall for people to write upon. Probably a wise move. I am able to send him a free gift (small picture of a gift that I might possibly like to give to someone, though generally not the sort of thing people actually give as gifts ie. a llama) and after careful consideration I have settled on a magic eight ball and a note that reads: to help with those important decisions.<br />The Bush administration continue to demonstrate their incredible ability to appear <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7495754.stm">incompetent</a>. This being A LOT of the reason the GOP is going to have so much trouble getting John McCain elected in November. In fairness to the republicans the American people chose to elect Bush for a second term and so really have not a whole lot of right to be indignant about him, they knew what they were getting.Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-16931202577659185162008-07-08T09:22:00.002+01:002008-07-08T11:25:45.851+01:00Two Minutes TurkishI just watched Lock Stock, for the second time apparently. I thought I hadn't seen it yet but on watching it I discovered that I had seen it and it must have been Snatch that I had not seen. Which means that I still need to see Snatch but I have Lock Stock on automatic loop, apparently.<br />"Too late, too late will be the cry, of the man with the bargains as he passes you by." Jason Statham does some shite films for some reason but then he makes his way into genius stuff like this and Snatch. Brilliant black comedy, a web of awesome twists, and one heck of a sound track. This kind of class is why British film has such a good reputation. The closest things to it I've seen are <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454848/">Inside Man</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0488085/">Big Nothing</a>.<br />Going to see Hancock at the cinema tonight. There was some debate amongst my friends as to whether it was a Marvel film or based on a comic book or just fresh stuff. There's a whole heap of really great indie comics and unknown graphic novels out there and in face of hollywood's phobia of new material and a rapidly shrinking list of things to re-make they may just turn some indie and cult material into some mainstream teen-fad films.<br />I also just killed the sexy lady. Not good. Mums favourite mug has a picture of a sexy lady on it and I just broke it. Luck likes me so she's in Perth at the minute giving me a day or two to replace it before she gets home!Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-39517928171022872422008-07-06T09:56:00.005+01:002008-07-06T10:39:56.563+01:00Of Holidays, Weekends, And Other Things I No Longer Get To EnjoySchool holidays kicked off this weekend, marked by late bed times and extended absences from the boys, and the imminent departure of Father for the footy trip. O, and by the standard Saturday and Sunday evening shifts at work which, combined with a single shift on Wednesday, make for a really irritating roster. The double slap on the face means you can't go out on the weekend, nor can you take off to Perth for a week coz you have to be around on Wednesday, lets make it a triple slap, you also earn bugger all money for your irritation.<br />On the upside I have three job offers to stroke my ego. One of them is in England and pretty darn tempting but not going to happen. One is in Perth and looks a safe bet for next year. And the other may just be the answer to my roster problems while I'm still down south.<br />Geelong kept up their form with a great win over the Crows. I missed the game as I was using one of my rare Friday nights off work to socialise and spend money at Smiths Beach, but I'm told it was fun to watch.<br />The Wallabies thumped the French last night, that I did get to see. They look good. The forwards seem to have found some form at last after getting schooled by the English pack at the world cup last year and Matt Giteau was magnificent. George Smith was impressive which bodes well but to be honest, we've only played Ireland and France. The real test will be whether we keep our form against the Springboks and the All Blacks.<br />I nearly forgot to mention..! So you have some perspective on the thrilling, busy, and challenging job that is currently my employ: last night we had two tables in the restaurant, drank about six cups of coffee, and counted how many individual sprinkles you get in one gram of hundreds and thousands. 1150. So in a 1.5 kilo catering pack of the stuff there is roughly 1,725,000 sprinkles meaning you would need about 580 1.5 kilo packets to make up one trillion sprinkles. We need to verify the data with a few more tests but our hypothesis that anoyone trying to tell you that they ought to be called "millions and trillions" is a moron is looking pretty good.Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-75995770922161281572008-06-04T08:55:00.003+01:002008-06-04T09:15:35.144+01:00Fashion And PhotosI've been getting into <a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com">this</a> fashion blog lately. I don't like everything on there, in fact I probably really like only about thirty percent of the stuff, but it's an interesting site to look around and I've picked up some interesting ideas. Up until recently I really didn't give a fig about fashion, but there is potentially some cool and funky things to take from it and I'm up for anything that makes me look cool and funky, so...<br />My two outfit combinations based on what I've learned from the site:<br />Top Down - Grey waistcoat over (darkish) red t-shirt OR black v-neck jumper over grey stiped shirt with the cuffs sticking out of the jumper turned back and pushed up the forearms. THEN jeans (either loose fit light coloured or straight leg darker) OR hurley black pants, baggy with red label. Standard leather belt OR matt-black studded. THEN converse; the only choice of footwear. ALSO throw in a canvas (or in my case- hemp) shoulder bag and a nixon watch (the banks for the jumper, the duke for the waistcoat) and maybe a beanie.<br />I'm banking on no one reading this really, at least no one who knows me!Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-54285116243815637952008-06-03T12:51:00.003+01:002008-06-03T13:16:00.756+01:00It Could Only Ever Happen To MeI have a long history of misadventure and an uncanny ability to take a normal every-day situation and turn it into a source of pain and/or frustration for myself. For instance, today, walking down to the field to kick the football around I (mis)kick it into the gap between a low hedge and a tennis court fence. The hedge is to large to step over so I, in my infinite wisdom (I <span style="font-weight:bold;">really</span> do need one of those little voices in my head. Or perhaps a carer) decide to jump the hedge and slide down the wire-linked fence in order to retrieve the football and look really cool. Here's where things go wrong: I somehow pick the <span style="font-weight:bold;">one spot</span> along the whole fence that has a blunt stake sticking up right where I'm going to land. I tear a nice new hole in my converse, my sock, and my foot, which has the courtesy not to bleed everywhere but now is swollen and sore and burning away inside a pressure bandage. I am now limping and annoyed and grumpy and tired. Apparently these are common side effects of stupid injuries and despite a couple of hours at the pub to distract myself from everything I am still pretty sore.<br />One slight source of relief is Presidential Front Runner <a href="http://www.mcclatchydc.com/qna/forum/dave_barry_for_president/index.html">Dave Barry</a> whose answers to questions affecting life in America are well worth a look! I especially enjoyed <span style="font-style:italic;">Q. Does anyone actually believe that soy cheese tastes good, let alone like real cheese? A. we need to find out who the hell is growing and selling this "soy" and we need to SHUT THEM DOWN.</span>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-74833127345209739302008-06-02T11:32:00.005+01:002008-06-02T12:00:01.605+01:00Going Somewhere... MaybeI'm investing quite a bit of time into the new site but this is often a fruitless and frustrating exercise. iWeb is very good, but there are a few things you can't change for no explained reason, so I spend quite a bit of time trying to do things which apparently can't be done. I have some choice feedback for Apple next time I run into them. I have plenty of ideas of things to do but whenever I have the time to do it I tend to sleep or get sucked into doing something else or spend fruitless time working on it. Management as ever is the key. I need a secretary. And an office. A whole house with a couple of friends, one of them can be the secretary, and an office, over-looking the beach, with a motorbike thrown in.<br />A new possible plan has developed in my mind for the first few months of next year. It involves a motorbike and the following cities; Paris, Barcelona, Morroco, Rome, Croatia (not a city, I know), Volos, Athens, Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam, London. Plus whichever other ones I pass through on the way. A few more months free of responsibility and the chance to do Europe proper!Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-20154647372987026612008-06-01T14:36:00.002+01:002008-06-01T14:54:14.641+01:00One of Those NightsLast night was just one of those nights. I was at work for all of five minutes before I realised it was going to be a weird one. Everyone was good, but tired. And tired wait staff make mistakes. They also fail to communicate. And often fail to recover. The best way to handle "one of those nights" is to step it up. So the night is going to be tough, fine, if it's going to go down one way or another then man up, cop it on the chin, and go down in a guns a-blazing glory! What you tend to do though, is to accept defeat and offer tired (read: lousy) service and get out asasp. Or you get signed off early, go home, get changed, pick up a case of bear and a bottle of port and head back to work to get the others. Then the fun really begins...<br />Back at work the GM has decided that a quiet night is a good chance to sort some shit out. The chef who should have left months ago decides to pull everyone else down with him and walks out instead of heading into the meeting and the proverbial camel is now a paraplegic. You of course are not exactly involved in any of this and so proceed to help with the clean up whilst watching an hour of your time vanish into the drama (probably more like two hours once you take into account the fact you dont make it to the bar in time to keep it open and have to head back into town to get pizza and the rest of the beer) From there the rest of the night is awkward conversation and drinking and bitching and then eventually just drinking and laughing about whatever else distracts us from the rest of the tripe.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*I haven't posted anything for ages in an effort to force myself to focus on the new site, which I've been doing and will have up and running soon, but I felt like writing something and I don't really care if anyone reads it or not.</span>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-19682693279886448832007-10-31T12:03:00.000+00:002008-12-13T01:51:54.961+00:00BirthdaysTwo birthdays are in need of a mention. First is my Uncle Alan who turned 50 Yesterday, his surprise party was on Saturday night. The second is my brother Jordan turned 16 on the 19th. I wasn't back in time for his birthday, which was a bit of a shame as it turned out I could have been but when I was booking my ticket home it looked like I was going to be in Germany.<br />Jordy is a great kid. One of the most energetic (excepting only my youngest brother Paul) and entertaining people you may ever meet. Since he was two he has been running around like a little monkey and climbs like one too. At the age of four he could climb up the cricket nets at the local park faster than I could! I don't think Jordan wore clothes before the age of five but he seemed to get away with it, mainly because I don't think Mum and Dad could catch him to make him put some on, and if they did he put up one heck of a fight!<br />He has always been remarkably strong and had muscle definition from the age of three, not that I'm jealous, and the only thing stronger than his muscles is his will. I once watched Mother force feed him a banana, Jordan, aged two, has never eaten fruit but this time he wasn't given a choice. Once the banana was in his mouth the stalemate began, he wouldn't swallow and Mother wouldn't let him spit it out. So he spent twenty minutes slowly turning the banana into liquid mush and then dribbled it back out! Mum never made him eat fruit again.<br />His iron will sometimes makes him the most infuriating people in the entire world, but somehow this becomes an endearing trait in hindsight. It will probably make him immensely successful in whatever he chooses to do in life as he is so stubborn and determined that he will succeed either by persisting until he gets what he wants or everyone else despairs and simply gives it to him! He ha a few of the more interesting character traits common to teenagers, which make him not the simplest person to ever live with, but he is far from the most difficult case in the family let alone wider society and if myself and his sister are anything to go by he should grow out of these traits over the next few years... just in time for his little brother to grow into them and drive our parents mad all over again!<br />Love you Jordy, have an awesome year!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/Ryh05Acn_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IIWdR-Vutwk/s1600-h/jordon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/Ryh05Acn_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IIWdR-Vutwk/s400/jordon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127476698482736530" /></a><br />Jordan and Uncle Alan a few years back. Cute kid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/Ryh1Wgcn_aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lmarghw6Aog/s1600-h/jordy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D47MB_Pk4VE/Ryh1Wgcn_aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lmarghw6Aog/s400/jordy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127477205288877474" /></a>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-88836567134799843542007-10-24T01:38:00.000+01:002007-10-24T01:39:09.996+01:00Flight of the ConchordsGenius!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4sizhcx06Q&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4sizhcx06Q&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19009964.post-20406566132734924322007-10-19T23:30:00.000+01:002007-10-20T00:22:26.089+01:00Happy Birthday Jordan!Happy birthday Jordy. I'm in Cambridge on a mates computer so you're proper message will have to wait til I get back from Scotland but I hope you had a sweet sixteenth! Love you lots bro!Zaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548914244276500431noreply@blogger.com1