Category: Diary

6 years ago we had a fantastic night when Deborah Conway and Willy Zygier performed a set in our lounge room. 30 people crammed in to that front room for a fantastic time and walked out with signed copies of Summertown.

It was such a blast Rob and I are doing it again.

The new album is coming out soon and if we can get 30 people to shell out $33 each then Deborah and Willy will have to trudge all the way out to Derrimut to perform a 20 minute set and sign your copy of Half Man Half Woman.

It will be Saturday June 26, 7.00 pm so get here by 6.30ish. If you want to hang around after we’ll be ordering some great pizza and a couple of drinks.

If you want to come along, see the show and collect your CD leave a comment or drop me an email. If you want us to collect a signed CD and send it on that’s fine too. We’re paying up front so if you can send on the $33 asap (PayPal is fine to tony@anthonymalloy.com), that’d be great.

It’s been drizzling all day today, a good amount of rain. Driving back from checking the PO Box this afternoon I saw a guy. In his front yard. With a hose. Watering a cactus.

Nothing like a video of a cute kid to break a bit of bloggers block.

I seriously don’t understand how we managed to pick this place to live Twice we’ve had people move in, literally, in the middle of night, woken up by moving trucks and people lugging boxes. Last night I was fast asleep when some sound began to worm its way in to my ears until I woke up. It took me a while to figure out what was going on, again in the middle of the night. He was laying paving stones. By moonlight.

Odd. Odd. Odd.

One sleep to go until the footy starts…

So if you haven’t already – join the tipping competition and if you have, get your tips in!

Prepping dinner for tonight, listening to 6 Music and watching the kids play buses when I hear Bert say “No Moo Moo, that’s not the GPS, this is.”

I asked him what a GPS does as I’m pretty sure he’s never seen one before and he told me “it tells you the direction to go in”.

Oh boy, do I feel old. Apparently he learnt about it on Play School.

“There’s a bear in there. Recalculating. There is a bear back there.”

Almost 15 months after the it was chock-a-block with the contents of our house we can finally fit two cars in to our garage. Rae was moving the black car in as I was leaving to do some shopping when the thought struck her that there really wasn’t that much work required to give us room for both cars. Two hours later and here is the result.

If you want something organised, get an (ex)librarian to do it.

It’s a bit of tight squeeze now but once we get out little shed out the back and we can move the mower and wheel barrow we’ll have oodles of room. Thanks to Rae’s great job both cars are now protected from the elements and we have space for visitors to park. What a job, what a gal.

It’s that time of the year, the final free weekend until September (for me) and October (for Rae). Deck is done, garage being cleaned out, garden as good as it will get all in preparation for season 2010.

So this can mean only one thing – footy tipping is back! Yes, The Tony Malloy Memorial Footy Tipping Competition®™ which features The Ugliest Trophy In The World®™ is back for its, um, let’s see, that would be, manyith time so join up and give it everything you’ve got for the trophy. Just head to http://www.footytips.com.au/comps/TonysT to join Tony’s Tipping (wish I had have called it something better, maybe Show Us Ya Tips) to be in the running and to get your invite to Derrimut’s social event of the year. Don’t know anything about footy? You’ll probably win. Maybe this year Nigel, maybe this year.

16 months of trying and at last I’m happy to introduce to you……the fence.

Yes, we still need to do down the side of the house and the back corner needs work, but stop looking at that. Look at the fence!

The last of our initial building works starts today. What, I hear you ask, I thought you’d been in that house for ages. Yes, we have been but there is still no fence between us and our lovely next door neighbours. For 15 months now we’ve walked out our back door and looked in to their back yard. Only once have I been sprung in my pj’s, but that’s once too much.

We actually started trying to get the fence built four months before we moved in but the $#^$$()# builder next door was building the house on spec and kept on stalling, obviously trying to pass the cost on to whomever purchased the property. The very week we were off to court to get him to pay up he sold the house. Since then both of us have tried countless times to get someone to come and quote. If they said they’d come, they never turned up. We’d all but given up until a couple of weeks ago when thanks to problems one land owner was having further up the street we got a contact and that contact is due to turn up today to put the poles in.

I may be counting my fence posts before they hatch as they haven’t arrived yet but I’ve had two calls this morning to confirm I’ll be home (as if I ever leave!) so my hopes are high that before too long our block will truly be our block.