Category: Diary

• Draws suck. It’s like watching a play, say a murder mystery. It’s just at the end and the English detective has taken centre stage. He says ‘No Jeeves, the murderer actually was…’ and the house lights come on and the actors walk off stage.
• Why is it impossible to buy a pen at Telstra Dome? I forgot mine last night and couldn’t mark the goals in The Record. You also can’t buy batteries if your radio conks out.
• What happened to the surface at Telstra Dome? It’s half way through the season and it is perfect. I demand a royal commission.
• Why would you come to the footy if you just want to spend the entire game yelling the foulest expletives known to man at your own team? Yes C26 and C27 – I’m talking about you and I’m contacting The Tigers tomorrow. You’ve already driven the lovely two ladies and a family away but I’m not moving – you will be.

I had my first train ride.

We went in to city so Dad could get his eyes checked for new glasses.

We had coffee. 

And we caught another train home! 

But by 5.30 Tiger was exhausted so I thought I’d help him sleep.

Any one out there want to watch a grown man cry? I’ve got a spare seat for this Saturday’s Tigers v Brisbane game and want someone to whinge at. In return I’ll buy you a beer.

Here’s my challenge for you today. Listen to ‘That’s Not My Name’ twice and then try to get it out of your head.

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Arrrgghhhhh!

We went around to visit our favourite cafe, The Famous Blue Raincoat for our afternoon coffee only to be confronted by this :

 

Sigh. Not only won’t we get any coffee but all those people who have seen the beginnings of the new web site I’ve just done for them and dropped everything to go there will be dissapointed too.

Okay Daniel, the challenge is on – let’s see who can get the hang of a tying a Windsor knot first. It’s about time I learnt to do it properly.

Ah, what a great day. Perfect weather, great friends over for coffee (and incredibly yummy cakes), peace and quiet in the house. If only I didn’t have to ruin it all by going to watch the Tigers lose again tonight. I’ve got a ticket, anyone want to come?

The council gave us a free tree this week.

What I want to know is why did we only get one when the house that’s going to be torn down across the road got four?

And here’s another plane flying overhead.

Tiger had to be washed, Bert had to wait.

Rae dressed him this morning just to make Dada smile.

This Sunday night at 8.30 switch off the phone, get comfy on the couch, or set the DVR, or VCR, but whatever you do don’t miss Life On Mars on the ABC. It’s possibly the best show on television since the show you think is the best show on television.

The line I heard on 6 Music that made me download the first ep went something like this.

“Sam Tyler is a detective. David Bowie’s ‘Life On Mars’ is playing on his car’s iPod when he is hit by another car. He wakes up in 1973 with ‘Life On Mars’ playing on an 8 track.

Is he in a coma? Has he gone mad? Or has he really traveled back in time?”

It is superb, absolutely superb story telling.

Well that was an interesting 24 hours or so. Avoiding all the graphic details let’s just say that it appeared Archer and Kennedy were eager to make their appearance; a day shy of the 31 week mark.

We, um, Rae, ended up having a test at Cabrini yesterday evening and there’s a 98% chance that the babies won’t be coming in the next 2 weeks so we can breath again. Still, Rae is now taking things very easy indeed. The good thing is that the babies are fine (they kick almost continually around the clock) but if we can get them to stay where they are for another three weeks at least we’d be a lot happier.

Ooooops, this was meant for Contemplating Kennedy