Anthony Malloy

 

a quickr pickr post

Photos are from my old camera phone, I really need to update to a better camera for snaps such as this. Yes, I am in Sydney on business. I’ve spent a day with a couple of my Sydney based clients and have a couple more tomorrow. It’s funny meeting people face to face after years of emails and phone calls. One matched my image almost perfectly, the other was so far off it was scary! I’ve also picked up a new client so the trip has been very worthwhile.

I’ve lashed out and am staying in the lap of luxury just off Circular Quay. Seafood by the harbour, a stroll around the rocks and Circular Quay after dinner and now I’m back in the room getting some work done. Hopefully I will have a couple of hours spare tomorrow afternoon to have a wander around the city and take some proper photos before I head on home.

Don’t think I’ve forgotten my family, Bert has made sure of that. I was walking to the terminal this morning and could feel a stone in my shoe. I took it off after I checked in only to find half a squashed biscuit (cookie if there are still any American readers out there) all over my sock. Well done son.

More old signs, this time spotted next to Westpac in South Melbourne.

This shop has two great signs for ‘Afternoon Tea’ and ‘Choice Confectionary’ right at street level. I wonder how on earth have they survived this long? I also wonder if there’s more gold underneath the sign above the door.

 

Last time it was ‘a massive bacterial infection’. This time a different doc thinks ‘it may be glandular fever’. Pah, either way it meant another blood test and more time off work sleeping on the couch. This really is getting ridiculous.

If you feel like shopping you may like try shopping in Centre Rd, Bentleigh.

(And if you’re thinking that seems like a shameless link to get Google to go index a site that’s just gone live but is still being finished off, you’d be right.)

Having a day off to make an extra long weekend you think you’d make the most of it. But it feels as though I didn’t. No work done, no house work done. I managed to fall asleep on the couch and place our bets for tomorrow, but that was it.

I was just talking about this with Rae and we both feel a little blah this evening, as if we wasted an opportunity to actually ‘do’ something. Maybe if we both put our minds to it tomorrow will be a better day off.

I created and now oversee the web site for Melbourne Ice, Melbourne’s team in Australia’s national (ice) hockey league. As part of this I get some of the email from the site and one of the most frequent questions is “where can I watch NHL hockey games in Melbourne?”. Most often people want to know where they can watch their team, and a surprising number of these queries are fellow Canuck supporters.

I always have to email back that, as far as we know, no one shows hockey games in Melbourne, that it’s a sad thing and we wish the situation was different.

Now things have changed and there aren’t enough hours in the day any more.

The NHL and Google Video have made every international fans dream come true. You can now watch NHL video, for free and without commercials on Google Video. You can watch them online or, as I’m doing right now, download them to watch on your iPod/PSP/PC at a later date.

Google, I’d marry you. If I could. And I wasn’t already married.

What a truly wonderful weekend. Was it having mum down for a couple of days? Was it the coffees? Was it a superb breakfast on Sunday morning? Good sleeps? Albert not waking us up during the night? Having mum knock over a large amount of the ironing pile?

No. Surely then it must have been the fact that Rae and I got to play grown ups and go see a movie while mum babysat (The Departed, highly recommended but now I have to track down the original from Hong Kong to see what the fuss about the ending was).

Close.

The highlight was, without a doubt, that we managed to snag the car park right out the front of the Sun. The one in the middle, where you can hop out of your car door and walk straight in to the cinema. We were so tempted not to go home, once you get that park you don’t want to give it up.

I guess they must have really needed that ‘O’ for another department somewhere. 

It’s been this way for at least 4 months.

Well, this post was just taken a severe u-turn. I was about to write about how bloody annoying it is when neighbours have an alarm and a sudden change in the weather makes it go off when they aren’t home. It happened a lot in our previous house so when I got home today and the neighour’s alarm, right outside the window where I work, was shrieking for over an hour I thought ‘oh god, here we go again’. I’d even taken a quick video of the alarm sounding to show you just how annoying it was.

But as I sat down the alarm stopped. Then there was a knock at the door.

It was Richard, the neighbour, and his house had been broken in to. I told him what time I had arrived home and he told me ‘they’ had smashed in his back door before being frightened off by the alarm. He was off up the street to see if anyone could help narrow down the time.

Hell of a way to meet the neighbours.

Okay.

You’re invited to a bbq.

You can’t go to the host’s place because your daughter his having a friend sleep over that day.

You arrange to have the bbq at your place instead.

The host has already purchased the food and offers to bring the meat etc with them.

So, my question is this : who cooks the bbq?

This isn’t covered in secret men’s business or ‘the talk’ from Dad.

Which takes precedence? The provider of flame or the provider of meat. My head is spinning and we may never eat if this conundrum isn’t solved.