The weekend before last saw me head over to the west for the first time in over a decade to watch the mighty Wallabies take on the Springboks at Subiaco Stadium. Not only had I never been to Subiaco before, I hadn’t seen a live rugby game outside of SA in quite a few years.

Whoever you are, who stole my iPhone. It happened a couple of weeks ago now and the sadness has dissipated somewhat since then but it’s still disappointing and violating. Of course, the insurance claim has already been put in and the money for it is on its way back to me so that I can pimp myself out with a new iPhone as soon as the quagmire of choice the telco’s have laid upon us clears up a little. It’s just too damn murky to see what you’re actually getting at the moment.

My body has the annoying habit of staying awake when we all know that we should be asleep. As I begin to type this nonsense, it is 1:18 am on Wednesday 25th of June 2008. I got home about two hours ago after seeing The Incredible Hulk with Kiz and The Duck. The movie was [...]

And the gunslinger followed.

If you recognise this quote then power be to you because it means you know the book series that I talk of. I have finally finished probably the greatest science-fantasy series that I have ever read, Stephen King’s The Dark Tower.

In this part of my coverage of my trip through Italy and Switzerland, I’ll go through some of the cultural quirks and things that I came across. In some cases it’s funny, in a few others, sad. Mostly amusing.

I’ve finally drummed up the effort to post up my thoughts regarding my recent european trip. I’ve been ever so slack of late, this has been in the works since I got back a few weeks ago but I’ve just not gotten around to it. Actually doing work while at work hasn’t helped at all either.

That’s what I’ve got left before I head on off on my overseas trip. I detailed my accounts of my trip to Penang last time I went and I plan on doing the same this time around. I’ll be gone for a week longer this time and it will be a hell of a lot colder too.

Those of you reading this bollocks with any sort of regularity will no doubt be aware that people piss me off. Not just a little – a lot. So, in order to clear things up, I have decided to spell out how I decide if someone needs a punch in the back of the head. [...]

I have often thought that if, instead of the tone they play before making announcements over a loud speaker the announcer should just pipe up, “Penis vagina, penis vagina. The 5:40pm flight to Melbourne on Virgin Blue…blah blah, Thank you.”. I think it would get people’s attention considerably before laying down the reason why you’ve arrested their minds with your opener.

That comment could be directed at a few places, be taken personally or just be directed at some faceless corporate giant who’s neglected something, someone or whatever. No, in this specific case, that comment is directed squarely at the manufacturers of the fortunes that go into the fortune cookies we all enjoy (I know you all do, everyone does) when we eat chinese food. Pick up your fucking game.