5, 4, 3, 2, 1…GO!
I’m back. It’s been a while, but I haven’t forgotten about you. The uni year is over and I have free time…lots of free time. Fortunately, I have much to keep me occupied. Most of it revolves around cricket, iced coffee or drinking beer, but hey, I likes what I like.
Speaking of cricket, the First Test against South Africa starts today. This should be a grouse series – the South Africans are always confident they can beat us, and we know that we can beat them. Plus, the three Test series allows me to indulge in one of my other favourite past times…hurling abuse at Graeme Smith. Something about that bloke rubs me the wrong way. After I have completed this bollocks, I will be heading to the shops to get supplies (FUIC and beef jerky) for an afternoon of cricket. I may even put on something other than my dressing gown.
I have made a few life-changing decisions in the past couple of weeks. OK, they may not be life-changing, they may not even be “decisions”, but you’re going to hear about them anyway.
My hair: I am going to attempt not to cut my hair until I graduate – that’s not until the end of next year, so it should be mighty long by then. Of course, it is highly possible that the hair will shit me to tears before then and it’ll go, but I’m going to give it a crack.
Living: I am going to Thailand – Phuket to be precise – on December 29. I am going to try to avoid being killed by the terrorists the government keeps warning us about. Could you pick up the complete lack of fear there? As I understand it, all the trouble in Thailand has no effect on Phuket, apart from making the airport a little busier occasionally. The way it has been explained to me is that it’s like having strife in Melbourne and you’re in Tasmania. It’s so far removed it’s not funny.
iPod: Regular contributors to the forums would know that I lost my iPod recently and have subsequently replaced it with a newer model. I have managed to copy a whole bunch of music from my brother’s iPod onto mine, eliminating the need to whack all my CDs in my laptop one after the fucking other. However, I am still missing a lot of shit that I downloaded and will have to do that all over again. Perhaps I should have kept a back-up. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Christmas drinks: They’re happening at The Tap Inn this Monday evening. This has been the scene for many drunken gatherings which I have highly enjoyed. Christmas Eve a few years back was a particularly good one. However, wine on tap, as we discovered, is not so good.
Golden Grove CC A Grade: We’ve has a strong start to the season with three wins from five games. Hopefully we can make that four from six by 7pm on Saturday. It should be a good match – they generally are when we play Fulham. I think last time we played, the result was a tie.
It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t complain about something in one of these posts, so here goes…
What the fuck can a post office worker -one in the shops, not even the mail centre – do about a letter that took 16 days to get from Paralowie to Golden Grove? I had to listen to some stupid wench complaining about that to the poor girl behind the counter. Her argument was that she had paid 55 cents to post that letter. 55 cents? Fuck me! She must have taken out a second mortgage for that. He secondary argument was “What if it was urgent?”. I don’t know about you, but if I had something to tell my friend – and it was a letter, not a payment of some kind – I would either pick up the phone or write an email. Maybe you could go to your friend’s house and tell them? Last time I checked, Golden Grove and Paralowie are about 15 minutes apart by car. Is this a tad too simplistic, or are you following me?
Look, I understand that had it been an urgent payment, she may have had reason so be pissed, but as I understand it, as soon as you post the letter, it becomes the problem of the post office. I’m no big city lawyer, as you know, but I think you could argue that it was the post office’s fuck up, not yours. You’re paying for a service and can reasonably expect it to be carried out. Duck, care to add anything here?
Anyway, I think that 55 cents to send a letter anywhere in Australia is pretty bloody good. Try driving or flying to Perth for 55 cents. Not going to happen.
That’s all I have for now.
To my friends: I shall see you at The Tap Inn on Monday, or at Casa de Johnson after Christmas.
To everyone else: Keep searching the skis! Uh, skies.
Love and sloppy kisses,
Grum