Author: awmalloyadmin

Yes, it was, thankyou.

Tonight I put the car under the carport when I got home as it looked like rain. Rather than have Rae get home, hop out of her car, move mine, drive through the carport, park her car in the garage and then move mine back in I SMS’d her the following:

“Give me two rings and I will move the car.”

Her reply via SMS:

“Give me two rings and I will say yes.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a perfect example of why I love my gal.

Why didn’t some one tell me how cool whipper snippers are a long long time ago?

I have to go to the other side of the world to get some sporting conciliation, but when I do it’s huge.

The mighty Canucks made it in to the playoffs yesterday and in the process managed to clinch the division title for the first time in 11 years, ending Colorado’s 10 year reign at the top. There was much dancing around the house in jubilation.

Bring on the first round of the playoffs, Calgary will hopefully be our first victim on the road to the Cup.

Here we go again.

Saying Richmond has problems is possibly the understatement of the year. Last night we had our strongest team possible on the field, we were coming off a wonderful first round win and the club was not the centre of the football media spotlight for the first time in a fortnight. We were playing an opposition that had been in crisis, who had been thumped the week before and who we had defeated the previous five times we met.

All of this, of course, counted for nothing on the night.

I don’t mind that we lost, I guess I’ve grown accustomed to that, but it’s how we lost. It was an insipid, uninspired non attempt at playing football that nearly every man who had the honour of wearing the yellow and black last night should be ashamed of. It was frustrating to see them lose the physical attack on the ball, the drive to be first at the contest, the ability to pick a player and to watch them fall back on old ways (heads down, aimless running, poor skills, poor selection) just three minutes in to the game and three goals down.

Tigers are meant to fight and fight and win.

It’s only two games in but we all know what’s coming at Tigerland, and it ain’t gonna be pretty.

Goodbye Nigel.

You’ll be missed but good luck as you freelance copy write yourself to fame and fortune.

Everyone go look at Daniel and send him a message.

You know you’re a footy tragic when at work three people stop you in the space of 100 metres to say “though of you when the Tigers won on Friday night”.

Last night was the end of daylight savings; hooray, I hear you cry, an extra hours sleep. Well maybe for you it was.

It was around 2 and I was having this dream that was full of sirens, loud sirens growing even louder. A dream where Rae suddenly jumps out bed and the room and is full of blue and red flashing lights. Hang on, this ain’t no dream.

Two firetrucks had screamed up our street, stopping outside our place. Peeking through the blind like a good sticky beak I could see the firemen walking up and down in front of the houses opposite, flashlights in hand. Eventually the siren was turned off and after more wandering up and down and several conferences in the middle of the road the trucks drove off leaving the street in peace and quiet.

For half an hour. Then they came back.

Seeing as how this morning all houses are still standing and there’s no sign of a bush fire I can only assume this was totally unnecessary and that the Metropolitan Fire Brigade hereby officially owes me an hours bonus sleep.

Usually I wait until the end of the financial year before I go office equipment crazy but today I finished my home office set up.

I bought a shredder!

Yes, it is now safe to entrust me with your top secret file disposal. All those government documents you don’t know what to do with, the compromising photos and secret love letters you can’t keep can be cut into lovely 5mm strips.

I don’t have much to dispose of in this way but the thought of my bank, phone and business details sitting outside on the nature strip over night before the recyclers come and collect them makes me a little nervous. I think if I ever needed to adopt an identity in a hurry I’d drive around until I found a suburb who had paper collection that night and within the space of a few houses I’d have enough information on at least one person to get by for a while.

As it is all I’ve shredded is one print out of Visa card statement, but it’s a start.