sick

I’ve spent much of this week ploughing through websites on various infectious diseases. This is for work, I might add.
When you spend any length of time looking at that sort of stuff you end up convinced you have rotaviral gastroenteritis, brucellosis, shigellosis or possibly the humble scabies.
True: I don’t have any symptoms, per se, but [...]

crap, crap, crap and david beckham

It may surprise you to learn, dear reader, that my running isn’t entirely comprised of world records, near world records and personal bests. In fact, I have been known to run - gasp - slowly.
Last night, for example, was an absolute dog of a run. Yes, it was hot and yes I hadn’t exactly prepared [...]

disappointed

Despite my earlier entry, you find me a touch disappointed this afternoon, dear reader, for I have just read this: Husband “confessed” to stripper
Prosecutor Colin Hillman, SC, said Graeme King, now 56, told the exotic dancer at Shepparton’s Rawhide Club that his wife was dead.

When the woman, Susan Molnar, said she was sorry to hear [...]

grump

Oh man, was I in an almighty grump yesterday or what?
Funny really, all should have been well. John Howard got shafted on Saturday night and a few hours later Charlton Athletic won for the fourth time in a row.
So you’d think I’d be a happy little bunny. But no, I was running around tearing up [...]

eggs

I tell you what - it’s lucky I’m not a gambling man.
That makes three times this year I’ve used this blog to make a bold prediction and ended up with egg on my face. From memory, I thought Geelong would lose the AFL grand final by 35 points (wrong), some useless three legged-horse would win [...]

final stretch

This time tomorrow, we good people of Orstraya will be exercising our democratic rights as per usual. By the end of the day this whole ghastly exhibition we call an election will be over.
Thank god. It’s been a bit of a strain.
If I hear the words “working families” again, I’m going to scream. Ditto those [...]

the big three oh oh oh

I hit the orange “publish post” button at 7:00pm last night while lying about my house like a lizard on a rock. I believe I may have been moaning, I certainly groaned at least once.
As is often the case, the darkest hour was right before the dawn, if you take my meaning. 5 minutes later [...]

uy que calor!

Oh man it’s hot….Yes, if you were wondering, that picture is of melting tarmac…… No, that’s not my glove.
I hate the heat.