Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sydney Wins The GF, Koops Loses Brain Cells...

The day after the Grand Final between Melbourne Victory and Sydney FC (Australia's version of the Classico) and I am feeling very disappointed indeed.  To go down to a team that played such cynical football is a hard thing.  Oh well, we soldier on.  I suppose in a way I was lucky - normally I would have attended the match without thinking twice (especially having attended the previous two magnificent Grand Finals the Victory had qualified for), but this time I was saved from the first-hand despair of being there by the fact that my partner is about to give birth to our third child, and I am on 24-hour-driving-to-the-hospital-in-a-calm-and-orderly-fashion-whilst-not-being-under-the-influence-of-drink-or-drugs-or-elation-caused-by-winning-the-grand-final.  Hmpf!  Towards the end of the match, as I was about to get myself another cold bottle of Rheinheitsgebot refreshment I was told in no uncertain terms that "(She) didn't want alcoholic breath in (her) face while (she) was about to push out a baby!"  Jesus woman!  It's a GRAND FINAL!!!  And anyways, never underestimate the effectiveness of a well-placed tictac!  Needless to say, the baby didn't come last night during or after the game (sparing me the embarrassment of having to name him after the entire playing list of the opposition's team), and come 11.30 the following morning we are still playing the waiting game... 

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Birthday Greetings

Today is TGLW's Birthday. I can't mention the exact age, but it's somewhere between 21 and 43.  If you think real hard, I'm sure you can work it out - if you were that way inclined...

So, on behalf of Men, the world over (well, at least those that reside here in Melbourne), I would like to thank Alannah Hill, Borders and JB Hi Fi for making my shopping experience as pleasurable and painless as possible.

I become very self-conscious when buying gifts for others, especially for TGLW.  Most often I feel like Homer Simpson when he bought the greatest gift he could possibly think of for his wife Marge - a bowling ball with his own name inscribed on it.  God!  I feel I am being judged on every gift!  Nothing is ever good enough!  They are always too cheap!  Too ugly!  Too practical!  Too boring!  And so on.  There is no gift that conveys my true feelings of love and appreciation.  Have I bought a bowling ball this year?