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Phee’s parent teacher interview this evening. We sit down, exchange pleasantries.

Phee’s teacher asks what she’s been up to today.

“Shopping.”

“Oh, what for?” asks Mrs Tazarni

“Beer.” says Phee

At last my talent has been recognised and my brilliant work has been published in a national broadsheet. Okay, so it’s only 9 words and it’s on the back page of The Australian’s IT supplement and it’s not as cool as getting letters published in the Green Guide (is it now Daniel?) but I’ll take what I can get.

Each week Defrag has a readers poll where you are asked tp submit a funny line on a subject. Last weeks poll was ‘The Top 10 Signs an IT magazine’s readers are in the slammer’. My effort came in at number 4. Computer humour, ain’t it grand?

In the continuing series of Tony finding his photos popping up in odd places elsewhere on the net my Manchester Unity Building pic (original post – 2nd photo in) is now featuring on a message board in Fort Worth, Texas.

A while ago I mentioned a book from childhood that I had loved. My wonderful gal went out and found me a copy for my birthday. So, my birthday was 19 days ago but it doesn’t matter ’cause a hard cover edition of The Ghost of Thomas Kempe from 1973 that once belonged to the Kentucky Department of Libraries (Cumberland County Public Library if the stamp across the top is to be believed, and I have no reason to doubt it) arrived in the mail today.

My little sister Helen got in on the act too – she gave me my birthday present on the weekend, a mint condition 1979 Dr Who Annual.

I’m spending so much time in the past my age will start slipping backward soon but I don’t care ’cause now I’ve got double the reason to read The Devil In The White City as quickly as I can.

I am consumed by a book. I don’t want to sleep, work, play – all I want to do is read until it is finished.

No, it’s not the just released latest adventure of The Boy Wizard (buy at amazon) it’s a tome all together more dark. The Devil In The White City (buy at amazon) is an amazing true tale, set in 1890’s Chicago, of one mans passion to build the greatest exhibition the world has ever seen and another whose passions led him to build a human slaughterhouse in the dream city’s shadow.

Thanks to Rae driving and us spending a rainy day in Shepparton I’ve managed to read half of it. Now with work piling up and a busy week ahead it will be back to bed time reading only. Looks like I’ll be in bed come 8.30 for a little while, no calls please.

Dear Whoever Is Going To Be Running The AFL Next Year,

While I appreciate the opportunity to stock up on mustard and wine and to see my family in far flung reaches of this state please don’t take my football away for a weekend again.

Thankyou

Anthony Malloy

I can smell the leather on my new shoes. Seeing as how I’m a bit over 6 foot either my nose is super sensitive today or my shoes are really smelly.

Goody, goody goody yum yum.

They’re coming to DVD! The Goodies in all their Kitten Kong and Lighthouse Keeping goodness! For full effect play it a 6.00pm then follow it up with an episode of a Tom Baker Dr Who DVD at 6.30.

We’ve run out of mustard.

So, you say, pop on down to Coles or Woolies and grab yourself another jar.

Hah! We say. That may be okay for mere mortal mustard users but not for us, no way. We love our mustard so when we run out its time to pack the car, jump on the Hume (see the route we will be taking) and take a drive. Two and half hours later we’ll be at Milawa Mustards. They make their mustards fresh from the crops you see growing in the fields around the store. The flavours, from the mildest of milds to Three Seed Chili are mouth wateringly divine. We stock up with enough supplies for another six months and head on home. Five hours driving for six jars of mustard, and it is worth every second.

So, any orders? We’ll be popping in to Brown Brothers for a bottle (or two) and maybe some cheese from The Milawa Cheese Factory too.

I remember when Triple J made its first step to becoming a national broadcaster and began broadcasting in to Melbourne. It must’ve been 1988 or 89 and I was hooked on the selection they rotated for a week as a test broadcast, it ran the gamut from Transvision Vamp to New Order. The music was great, no real playlists and presenters who knew what they were talking about. They cared about music, wanted to bring everyone in to their world. It was a joy to listen to.

Then came the weekend of bloodletting when most of the on-air staff were sacked. This was the beginning of the end for Triple J as they slowly devolved in to a ratings driven, play list centric safe left of centre station. Issues and image became more important than the music. I slowly drifted off, part in fact due to my musical tastes changing (or more to the point not changing) and partly ’cause I guess I was just growing up.

I thought I’d become a talk radio listener for good until recently when I found a station that harks back to Triple J’s glory days. BBC – 6 Music is the station I’ve waited a decade to find. Of course, being on the other side of the world I can only listen to it over the net but for the hours that I can I love my music again. They even had Low Life as the album of the day yesterday.

So if work is paying for your bandwidth tune in. It’s everything a great radio station should be.