It certainly appears that way. There are many things lately that have been giving me the shits. I have started writing them down as they piss me off – the list is getting to be quite a size…

There are many things that I hate. If you’ve been paying attention you should know this. For something different, I thought I’d make a list of 10 things that I like….

Nurl’s not going to like this. I have found conflicting information on the status of cassowaries being Australia’s largest bird. “What the hell are you talking about?” I can hear you asking. Allow me to elaborate….

There is no truth to that rumour. In fact, I am probably the opposite of charm. What is the opposite? I’m thinking it’s probably a fork. The answer to everything is fork. Fork you. Fork off. Fork off and die. It works at so many levels. I’m not sure where I am going with this – it may take an unexpected turn. Now that I have told you that, you are expecting an unexpected turn and the unexpected has become expected, thus the expected is not the way to go. Still with me?

The time has come for the fourth installment of….

10 things Grum hates about you.

Need to refresh your memory? Go ahead. I won’t be doing anything for the next few minutes except sitting here twiddling my thumbs and singing Copacabana.

There is an explanation for that statement, I assure you. I’m not one to just go around making random comments on my drinking abilities. Allow me to explain….

Remember me? I’m angry. Angry about most things. Have a bit of a squizzy here and here to refresh your memory.

It is with great anger that I present to you the third installment of:

10 things Grum hates about you.

As some of you may know, The Duck and I spent the weekend just gone by in Melbourne to celebrate the 50th birthday of his step-dad (actually, Brian isn’t technically his step-dad, but that’s an easy way of explaining it). Myself, Duck, Linda (Duck’s mum), Andy (Brian’s best mate) and Vikki (Andy’s lady) were all in on the surprise. Brian was dragged out to the airport at 4 on Saturday morning.

There’s an awful lot going on in this head of mine. Basically, all my thoughts revolve around what I don’t like and why I don’t like it. You may have noticed. I certainly have. It is with this in mind that I present the second installment of:

This was proved when Kylie joined Peej, Gav, Nurl and Greg for a round at the Beach House in Glenelg. I was the official scorer – and not without controversy I must admit.