Parental Advisory

Now, I have actually tried not to swear much on these pages as maybe small children are reading, so, any small children that are reading this should turn away.......now.....

Good, now we're all adults, I just thought I would write and say how shocked I was to hear the following words on daytime radio here in Queensland, I'm such a prude....

Shit, Bastard, Prick, Twat, Dickhead.....and then to top it all off, preceded by a cursory "This song has bad words in it", Fucked........

I'm pretty sure if I'd listened long enough a Bitch, Cock or Arse would have slipped in there too...

OK, I think the shock was actually hearing the words on radio rather than the words themselves, but anyway

By popular demand

For the millions that read this and have been eagerly awaiting news about our holiday in Australia, please note that the reason this blog (short for weblog) hasn't really been updated is not because I am too busy or lazy (well the first one at least), but because we have little to no internet connection worth speaking about (note I am in a library writing this).

Rest assured that Tina will be sending a SPAM email when she gets home with details, and these pages will also be updated to include wonderful pictures and stories to amuse you, maybe.

As a side note, the two unidentified players in the previous post were Mike Hussey and Stuart Clark, and all five players made significant impact on the test defeat, so if I could have injured them somehow it would have been much better.

We're all the same

Unfortunately, Internet access is at a premium so all my stories that have pictures attached will have to wait until I get back home.

Here's one that doesn't though. On our flight from Sydney to Brisbane we were sat in row 7. In row 6 were Glenn McGrath, Ricky Ponting, Justin Langer, John Buchanan and two unidentifiable (by me anyway) other players. There isn't really another class of seats on the plane but it was still strange to see them up so close. The bad news is that Glenn Mcgrath said he was feeling fit which is always a bad sign for the English, we'll see on Thursday at the first test match though.

Oh, and Justin Langer seemed a moody git.

From a land down under

Yep, the men at work song was the first thing we heard when we got into our taxi at Melbourne airport, very amusing. Less so is the weather which is, in a word, awful. It is cold, wet and windy, and we didn't really pack many cold weather clothes....oh well, we'll have to huddle together for warmth (although Sydney where we are headed in about an hour is supposed to be warmer, but still wet).

More details to follow.....

Fireworks are dangerous

OK, so it was bonfire night last Sunday, and we went to Wendy and David's house for a do it yourself display. The garden isn't the biggest, though the fact they have one in London is something, but we figured we would be OK. The fireworks were bog standard quality (from Tescos I think) and all was going swimmingly until one didn't go up but actually headed straight towards David. Luckily he turned away, it bounced off him at us but eventually exploded in front of us in a bush, very loud, bright and scary. David was OK, except he had a hole burnt in his jacket.

So maybe we'll go to an organised display next year.

What I want to know, however, is what actually inspires people into thinking that this is a good idea????

Is that supposed to be scary....

Just to reiterate the fact that it takes ages after an event to actually post on here about it, I have a quick comment about Halloween last week....

Now, I always think of traditional trick or treaters being small groups of small childen (possibly cute, I don't know, I don't think I'm the best person to comment on these things) with a bucket and nothing threatening.

It seems in Watford though, trick or treaters are really either small groups of threatening looking teenage boys, possibly with one mask between them, or small groups of girls, who appear to believe that halloween means dressing in as little as possible (as opposed to every other weekend, when they, er, OK, it's just the same as any other weekend).

Suffice to say neither got anything from me, cos I don't answer the door!

Watch your step!

I pretty much know that, as I am sure about most other blogs out there, that only people who know me will be reading this. As people who know me would know, I am a very honest person and quite likely to have told you any story I would put on here, which means that it could also prove less interesting reading this. On this theme, I would never put anything on here that I wouldn't tell somebody in person. This isn't a forum for me to air my views, to get anything off my chest or to reveal any deep, dark secrets (do I have any of those, they must be very deep as I can't think of any), it is just for fun.

I do have some things that I don't think I have ever told anybody, sometimes for no particular reason other than that the subject has never come up, and so I thought I would share one of them...

For as long as I can remember, whenever I have been walking alone, I always try to avoid stepping on cracks where possible (obviously if the pavement is little crazy paving or something then it is unavoidable, unless I walk in the road, which I would do if possible). Not only this, I also take an odd number of steps on each segment inbetween each crack. Normally this will be one step, or sometimes three. This means I am always planning my next steps, taking long or short strides accordingly, maybe using an adjoining segment to take one step in. I don't know if anybody has ever noticed me doing this, obviously I'm too busy planning my steps to notice people's reactions.

I am not crazy, it is just a habit...

Studying....

is tiring work it seems. Tina has just started at the Open University to finish off her degree. Here is a picture of her studying hard.