enough already

km: for the weekend 28, this morning 12

A new day dawns and with it a new week, and as I sit over my morning sip of the soothing oolong and smoked kipper, the snail on its bud and the lark on the wing; I say to myself “Can I possibly fit more PG Wodehouse references into this sentence without a crowbar?”

Well, no, obviously. It’s probably not even physically possible in this day and age, when Ask Jeeves has become the infinitely less pleasing “Ask”, and using of the words “spats”, “terribly white” and “Gussie Fink-Nottle” only gets you blank stares of incomprehension, even amongst the intelligentsia.

Er, where was I?

Ah yes - that’s it. It’s a new day and a damn fine one too. I woke this morning with the birds, left my loved-ones sleeping like babes and semi-slept-walked for 12.38km (thankyou Mr Gmaps Pedometer) through the wilds of Croydon and Ringwood. The snail was on its bud… wait stop that, I’m starting to go around in circles.

In media news, my bid for the 9 network has run into a couple of challenges in the form of a bunch of venture capitalists from the US. Using the quick thinking for which this blog is world-renowned, I decided to switch to buying the Age, only to find another rich Yankee had just bought great slabs of that too. I’m beginning to suspect these billionaires know something I don’t.

I guess that’s what you get when you go around NOT giving money to the Liberal party.