Almost Christmas

It’s almost Christmas. I’ve got all the presents. Haven’t wrapped them all yet. Soon. Very soon.

On Friday night I went out with my sister and some of her friends to see the second last Mavis’s concert. The Mavis’s are a band that I’d heard of, but if I passed them in the street, I wouldn’t recognise them. And if asked to name one of their songs, I’d struggle. But I did recognise a few of the songs they played. Most Aussies would probably recognise "Cry" if they heard it.

In fact, I liked what I heard. Still, it could be a bit late to become interested in their music, since they’ve just played their last concerts.

It seemed disgustingly early on Saturday morning when Josh
and Cathy knocked on the door. Actually it was probably about 9:30, but I staggered to it and opened it in my pyjamas, and they presented me with a Christmas gift. I have a gift just about ready for them (makes a change from last year), but I won’t talk about it in case they’re reading. (They’re sneaky like that.)

On Saturday night I was out for drinks and dinner at Southbank. Afterwards we went into the casino and I blew my month’s pay cheque at BlackJack. No, no, wait a minute, no I didn’t! Actually I just walked around the casino for the first time. The main points to note are that

  • It goes on and on and on. Rows after rows of machines.
  • It’s easy to get lost and be unable to figure out which way you came in.
  • Nobody, and I mean nobody smiles in there. You’d think they’d all be having fun. But no. It’s definitely not like on the adverts.

All rather depressing really. At least one can be thankful that the casino’s customers are contributing generously to the state.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.