Since Rob, not I, won Tony’s footy tipping competition this year, yesterday it was my melancholy duty to give Rob the World’s Ugliest Trophy. You can tell from the look on my face how disappointed I was to give it over. (Pic by Tony) In happier news yesterday, my friends Josh and Cathy’s baby arrived. ... [More]
On any other day I might care what you say But every Saturday is Father’s Day And you might call it sad And you might call me mad But I’ve got one — who calls me Dad. — Weddings, Parties, Anything: “Father’s Day” I seem to recall Mick Thomas saying he was surprised at how ... [More]
Not a single dud: Many nice cards The new Ocean Colour Scene and Missy Higgins CDs One of those super great and almost scarily sharp Yoshikin Global knives — seems to cut through stuff super smoothly… I’ll be sure to keep it out of the way of my fingers Michael Farr’s book about Tintin All ... [More]
Tomorrow I turn 35. Probably a quiet night tonight (I’m still getting over flu from last week), but catch up with some friends and dinner tomorrow, and a family lunch on Sunday. (34 33 32 31 30 29 … 25)
Last Saturday night was Trish & Leanne’s Multiple Sclerosis fundraiser trivia night, and we all piled into a packed hall somewhere in Balwyn. (The whole NE suburbs are a bit of a blank spot for me.) Great fun had by all, I reckon. Lessons I learnt for future trivia nights: We had smart people, but ... [More]
It’s Marita’s birthday today. Either by accident or sneaky strategic use of the phase “Oh, I’d really like to get tickets for that”, she weaseled out of me that her main present is tickets to Bangarra tonight. But the secondary present or presents remain a surprise. No surprise blog revamp conspiracy this year! She’s been ... [More]
Last night I laughed harder than I had in years. You know when someone cracks a joke that sets some people off, and the laughter from others builds a momentum and you just can’t stop? That’s what happened. I don’t know how long I or the others laughed for, but I laughed so hard my ... [More]
Happy Valentine’s Day. I had a good one, hope you did too. And if you were studiously trying to ignore it, oops sorry!
Four men (and some onlookers), a couch, one right-angled hallway, and two doors. Actually, not strictly a couch, but a sofa-bed, which means it was the awkward couch shape, but 50% more weight. Somehow it had got in there. Nobody seemed sure how. Apparently it had been done by Paid Professionals from the furniture shop. ... [More]
I found myself on Sunday morning at Altona Beach, doing the dog-walking thang with Marita and Maisie. All very merry (even better once I shed the excess of clothing I’d managed to bring — memo to self: beach not generally cold in October). Marita had a short distraction to deal with, and I found myself ... [More]
I woke up early today. Not sure why. Heard the newspaper hit the driveway at 5:52am. Will try and get back to sleep in a minute. … How does one measure an anniversary? From the first time you meet? The first date? The first kiss? The first time… you walk her dog together? The first ... [More]
The three weeks is over, Marita and Justine return from Europe to the real world today. The airport web site says their plane is running an hour late, but hey, given the distance they’re coming, that’s not too bad. There will be photos and tales of the European summer heat, historic buildings and ruins, long ... [More]