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Daniel recently showed us his shed. Well, I’ll see him his shed and raise him two.

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Friday morning, alarm goes and I’m still asleep as I drag myself out of bed to start the day. Shower, breakfast, all the normal stuff until I get dressed.

Dark blue pants, brown shoes, brown belt, white shirt and then, as my brain switches off, I reach for my Tigers tie. My yellow and predominantly black Tigers tie. Of course I didn’t realise just how bad this combination looked until I turn up at work and glance down at myself.

It was so bad I ran down the street to buy an emergency tie.

And when I got back to work I realised that tie too was truly hideous. I’m going to blame the lights in the shop where I purchased it, or the footy chat I was having with the owner but most likely it was just my lack of judgement that lead to truly bad tie day.

Now I have to summon up the energy to chuck it on Ebay ’cause god knows I’ll never be wearing it again, not even in another tie emergency.

Finally we reach the end. The Tigers will be beaten for the 14th time in a row today, we will all cheer Danny in his last match as coach and then we can pack away the scarf, thermos, radio and pen until next year.

I’m so disillusioned with my boys I’m not even bothering with one of my Tiger t-shirts today. I’m taking my ‘nucks to the G instead.

Still, hope springs eternal so roll on 2005.

UPDATE

Good to see they didn’t let me down. We went down in a murmuring heap of mediocrity that was stunning to behold.

I was all set for a grant rant about the idiots at The Astor but Rae got in before me.

So, for the sake of the DVD generation I’m going to do a guide to going to cinema.

Soon.

But I’m busy right now.

So you may want to take ear plugs or a large shot gun with you if you go the cinema before I get my chance to write it.

Thanks to Chris Doyle’s Reasonably Clever.Com here’s my self portrait in Lego.

My Canucks jacket to turn up. It’s been two months since I ordered it but I don’t want to write it off to experience, I just want the jacket.

A DVD Recorder. They’re a little pricey right now but hopefully in a year or so I’ll be able to tape shows in wide-screen. 4:3 is just wrong, plain and simple.

Melbourne wide wi-fi coverage that I can buy on a monthly basis so I can plug my Ipaq in to my car stereo and listen to 6 Music or hockey broadcasts where ever I go.

Of course there’s the unreachable goals such as world peace, an end to hunger and the Tigers winning a game this century but I prefer to keep my dreams manageable.

I dropped my cap by the car in the car park.

The sun shone.

Then it rained.

When we got back to the car someone had put my cap on the bonnet.

It was wet.

The End

(and Richmond are on the bottom of ladder)

With thanks to Nigel, once owner of the funniest blog on the net and now copywriter to the stars here’s a link to possibly the best Ebay listing ever.

Audi A8 4.2 1996 NON-RUNNER

One thing Rae and I glossed over in the recounting of recent trip to Hobart was just how much of a monster Phee was. If we had have flown over and spent three days in the motel room watching television she may have been happy then.

Well she has done her dash, and not just with us. We SMS’d her grandmother last night to see if she wanted to have Phee on Thursday and it seems that Nana’s limit has been reached too ’cause Phee ain’t welcome there any more.

Phee was already being kept home tonight from Great Grand Mother’s because she refused to clean her room and ‘forgot’ her homework for the second week running. Tonight she ‘forgot’ the homework again, as well as a new project , so as Rae went to Yoga she was told to clean her room.

An hour later and she was still playing in the pig sty, not one thing cleaned.

Dinner was almost ready so I told her that she had had ample time to clean her room, I was going to put her dinner on the table and she was to come and eat it only when she had finished.

“No I will come when it’s ready.” she said, instantly losing her allowance for the week in the process.

Twenty minutes later and the room is spotless, the food is still lukewarm and I’m hoping a lesson may been learnt.

Hoping against hope, yet hoping just the same.

Out evil spirits of the Olympics!

Out of my television! Release my favourite show!

Out of my radio! Release my favourite stations!

The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!
(Repeat until the Olympics are banished or I throw myself out of a window conveniently placed over a long set of stairs).