Life between coffees.
My office mate was having a whine this morning about the number of speed cameras (or ‘traffic cameras‘ in police speak) on the Western Ring Road.
“I mean, if you’re not concentrating or have to speed up to overtake someone it’s so easy to go over the limit”.
Let’s try counting how many ways that sentence is disturbing.
Phee is six so this year will probably be her last true ‘Santa’ year. I’m just hoping that she makes it December 24 without some school yard Scrooge breaking the news.
Last night she wrote a letter to Santa asking for “a car that have to be red”. I’m hoping she means a toy car.
I just misread an article online and thought that The Pointer Sisters were batting for Australia (sorry Ricky Ponting) and then I got to thinking…
seeing as Australia are (at this moment) only 14 runs behind England’s first innings tally, with 8 wickets in hand and 2.5 days to play maybe England could call up the Pointer Sisters. I’m sure they’d put in just as good an effort. If they’re not available maybe Bucks Fizz could have a crack. I hear that Sheena Easton bowls a mean off break.
I wonder of Nasser Hussain will be brave enough to set foot on English soil once again. Maybe he will have to hand back his OBE.
Remember our expidition to see Road to Perdition?
Rae wrote a lovely letter of complaint to the cinema. Today we received a reply.
Village, please note when trying to win back disenchanted customers :
a) Her name didn’t change between you writing the address and you writing the salutation.
b) At least use the spell check.
Thanks for the comp double pass though.
Someone out there typed in cauterising nose bleeds on Yahoo and found me.
I’d forgotten all about that incident. Hope they found what they were looking for.
Hey you – the snotty nosed P-plater punk who almost wiped me off the road this morning.
They’re called INDICATORS. You use them to Iindicate BEFORE you wish to change direction. What’s more, when you almost wipe me off the road don’t sit there grinning like a lobotomised baboon.
It upsets me.
It’s still top secret but the Melbourne Ice site is getting closer. At least there’s a whole lot of empty pages to look at now.
Next step – static content followed by all the database stuff.
So, waddayarekon?
The Internet can still amaze me. With thanks to Nigel I found the site for the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Centre. The interesting part of this (apart from finding out that that Shirley Bassey is playing there 3 days after my birthday next year) is they have a web cam that you can control.
I spent my allocated minute and a half panning and zooming around only to discover that night time in Glasgow looks an awful lot like night time in Melbourne. Though I would like to know where the taxi that I saw was going.
How to pronounce the name of every NHL player, referee and linesman.
Go and buy this DVD –
Massive Attack – Eleven Promos
Then buy this CD –
Sea Change.
Grab a bottle of red.
Wait until past 10.00 pm.
Put on either of your purchases.
Enjoy.
(You can all thank me later)