Weekend Wrap

Another Monday is upon us, the weekend is but a memory and there are 5 days of work to get through until you are free again. I shall try and ease that pain of the Monday blues with the weekend wrap!

Another Friday night of relaxation. After another full week at work all I could be bothered for was to go home and relax with my girlfriend. So after the weekly shop was done that is exactly what we did, we relaxed. A home made chinese feast and some ice cream were in order and then slobbing on the sofa.

Satruday, like most Saturdays, started off nice and tamely. After getting out of bed at about 9.30 I had some cereal and watched some T.V. My girlfriend then left to head to her parents on the Central Coast and I awaited my lift to rugby. The plan was to stop somewhere and get some food. We soon found a distinct flaw in our plan, there was no where to be found around the place we were playing! Hungry and a bit cold we went and watched the other teams play, then someone gave us the great news that there was a pie shop 2 mins down the road. We were in the car faster than you can say Steak and Mushroom.

The game was played on a bog of a pitch, but we won by a point which is always nice. It only really hit home how bad the facilities were at the end of the game. Caked in mud and with a train up to the Central Coast to catch I had to wear a hoodie, beanie, put my jeans on over my cycling shorts and give my extremely wet klit to a friend to take home so as to not get all my clothes dirty. I was then dropped t the station looking like someone that could do with a  good bit of TLC, a shower and some hot food and waited for the train. It came in and on I got. The looks that people gave me were priceless. I don’t think they could have looked more disgusted had I openly pissed on the seat next to them.

The journey was uneventful apart from that and soon I was in the car with my girlfriend on route to a hot shwoer and a change of clothes. After a quick spruce up we were off out. The first destination a 30^th birthday party. This was a very family orientated affair. There were children running around and people sat around talking, eating and drinking. A couple of beers here and off we went again. To a 21^st this time. For the first time in my life I had to sit on the ‘adults table’. I was no longer the young spring chicken anymore getting drunk, I was sat having adult conversation about how drunk they were – it starts.

A few more beers in and then off home and to a nice warm bed – good Saturday

Sunday started much the same way as Saturday. A welcome lie in and a lazy breakfast. This was soon shattered by the arrival of a ball of energy in the form of a 2 year old. Much running around after him and getting shot by a water pistol followed then we were momentarily relieved of duties as we were off to do a spot of shopping. This was a very succesful trip. After seeing the state of my hoodie, my girlfriend, very kindly, decided that she would buy me a new one as she would not be seen in public with me in my current one (I still don’t see the problem with it). I also got a nice new shirt and enjoyed an Iced chocolate and a doughnut and the relative peace of not having to chase after the 2 year old.

Back at the house normal service resumed. I was back doing the chasing around the coffee table and getting passed a ball, before repeatedly being shot, with the now empty water pistol and more bizzarely a plastic corn on the cob.  After a nice lunch it was time to be on our travels again and head for Sydney.

Before getting to our  seemingly long deserted flat, we called into a friend to pick up some books and enjoy a hot chocolate, a catch up and a look at her new born baby ( young child overload. He is very cute though so that is ok). Then finally home.

No rest for the wicked though our final stop was a friends house for a small gathering, some home made pizza and a spa. This time it was my duty to be the designated driver whilst my girlfriend had some much deserved and well earnt wine. The pizza’s were superb and then the spa was just he right temperature to not noticve how long you had been in there until you noticed you looked like a prune. Getting out was a different story. It was freezing!!!!

After we had (in record time) put our clothes back on it was time to head home. On the way up to the flat we picked up our washing from the washing room and then it was over. The sofa called and we gladly fell into it for an hour or so. A 20 minute skype comversation with my mum and sister and then it was time to sign out, not even enough time to consider that I hadn’t watched Homes Under the Hammer. Oh well there is always next weekend. That is the thought for today tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Weekend Wrap

It’s back, I have been having the dreaded writers block for a few weeks, but don’t you worry it is time for some new material, and to start us off it is the weekend wrap.

This weekend has been particularly busy. Friday night was the calm before the storm. I had a nice quiet night in. I vacuumed the flat, did some washing, watched some rugby and wound down from the working week.

Saturday was rugby day. After a morning of getting my stuff ready to go, making some lunch and watching a bit of T.V it was time to head off. My girlfriend and I couldn’t find a place to park in the ground so had to park outside the ground but it was directly opposite so that wasn’t bad. We then dismantled the league leaders getting a bonus point win. My girlfriend, freezing on the sideline to the point she couldn’t feel her toes anymore, was not upset when the game finished and we headed for home.

A quick turn around and we were out again. Darling Harbour our destination, for a mates birthday dinner. Having not eaten anything since before playing rugby I was, to say the least, peckish. The banquet (as it was called) was gratefully received and quickly devoured. On the way home, a pit stop was made at ’The Chocolate Room” for some unnecessary indulgence. It was so good, but both me and my girlfriend were feeling the effects all the way home. Bed was a welcome sight.

Sunday. This was the day for our 6km obstacle course. We were off at 2 and it was an hour’s drive away. We had a hearty breakfast at about 10.30 and were on our way an hour or so later. The drive was incredibly quick. We had harboured in getting stuck in traffic time and there was none, so we were half an hour early for our registration.

After a brief rain shower that kept us confined to our car, we got out and went to register. After registration, there was a quick pit stop and then we were off. There were 20 obstacles in total to negotiate ranging from climbing over a sheer wall to a flying fox, to crawling through a mud pit and scrambling up very small tubes.

The going was tough but it was fun. We completed the course in just over an hour, both very proud of the achievement. Next came the clothing change. This was a lot harder than it sounded. With only one towel between us and not wanting to get mud all over the car, there was much hopping and manoeuvring until we were decent for public and off home we went.

After a brief thought to do the weekly shop was quickly dispelled, the only option we had for dinner was a take away – a thoroughly deserved take away. The sofa was our number 1 allie until we wearily headed for bed and the ache that the next day would bring.

Sleep was a little while coming with all the adrenalin and excitement of the day, but when it did come, my god it was good and I awoke this morning with the usual feeling of ‘Oh bollocks, it’s Monday’ but onwards and upwards. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

weekend wrap

As the proverbial bell rang at 5pm on Friday it was time to start my weekend.

Firstly was an arrangement to meet an old house mate that has returned from New Zealand for a few beers. We were joined by a good friend from school, my girlfriend and a few others. The beers slipped down very comfortably, the company very good, the conversation flowed. All in all, it was a great start to the evening/weekend. There was even a bit of celebrity spotting as Geoff Huegill was in there, he is a tall human being!

After that, it was time to head off to a mates 30th. Armed with a  6 pack to keep me going, I arrived to a packed restaurant and people that I hadn’t seen in a while. It was brilliant to catch up with people and the laughs were continuous.

A great dinner of sausage and mash was enjoyed and more beers were drunk but the party didn’t end there. The next stop – the casino. This could have been very dangerous. When myself and a couple of others arrived the first thing we did was win an easy $25 each on roulette on route to the club we were going to.

The club was very good. There was live music a go go, the drinks kept on coming and the casino was in easy reach. I got myself lost wandering about for about 45 minutes on the gambling floor, trying to get myself back to the club, but it’s all lights and tables and very similar looking and a man that has indulged in a couple of beers can easily get lost.

That was Friday. Saturday involved rugby. After a skin full the night before, rugby was not on the top of my ‘to-do’ list. At the top of that was snuggling on the sofa with my girlfriend but alas that would have to wait. To add to the feeling of ‘no thanks’ the rain constantly drizzled from the moment I woke up to the moment the game ended.

Of course this was the one game where my head got knocked about, and when it wasn’t feeling great to start with, I could have done without that. The positive result though did make me feel a bit better, as did the warm shower after the game. A beautiful, relaxing evening in front of the TV with my girlfriend was then the perfect way to end the day.

Sunday, and we were on our travels again. This time to Manly to see more friends that we haven’t seen in a while. A 4 hour lunch was then indulged upon, the food was superb, the drinks great and the fact that we were nice and dry whilst it pelted down outside just added to the mood.

After our marathon lunch it was time to sample the food and wine festival. Now if the rain was still coming down then that would have been the end of our afternoon, as it was, the rain had ceased and blue sky had broken through. This meant, because of the earlier deluge, the festival was very quiet and therefore no queues were encountered when getting some very nice wine samples.

A quick pint in the pub after that and back to the mainland with the girlfriend. The ferry crossing delightfully uneventful and we only had to wait 5 minutes for a train back to Ashfield.

A quick grocery shop and then it was dinner time. I cooked up some dumplings that are as good as bought fresh from a restaurant and it was time to unwind. A couple of episodes of mad men and a nice cuddle in bed and I was in the land of nod. Only thing that was missing – Homes Under the Hammer. Another great weekend. To top it all off today is my one year anniversary with my wonderful girlfriend, Queen Elizabeth who? That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else.

Weekend Wrap

The weekend wrap. Everyone’s favourite part of Monday!

This weekend started off pretty well. I went to see the Avengers with my girlfriend and although I felt disgustingly sick from the amount of pick ’n’ mix I ate, the film was thoroughly entertaining.

Saturday. Now where do I begin with this sorry tale of woe! It started off fine. The weather was good and I was going to earn myself $20 for sampling cider – sweet. On the way to the train station, the car (that my girlfriend got serviced for this very problem) began to overheat. We stopped and put in some water, it cooled down enough to get me to the station but my poor girlfriend had to cancel her massage appointment and wait for someone to come and help her out.

She waited there for 45 minutes to be told that she had got ripped off by a franchise garage, what a joy. Meanwhile everything was going ok for me. I had made it to the Market Research place and was 20 minutes into my testing. Then the computer crashed. After it was started up again, I had to do it all again. No worries, so I did that.

Just as I was 2 questions from the end (an hour later) the computer crashed again! there was no way that I was doing it again, luckily I could finish it on paper and collect my $20. Happy, I went to wait for the train. I waited the 13 minutes for the train in the sun, it was rather pleasant. That was until the train went straight through the station!!! Someone to do with the train service then told me that there had been a problem and that the train wasn’t stopping, the next train was in an hour!

No way was I hanging around for that. I went out of the train station to catch the bus, only to see the bus pulling away from the bus stop as I approached the road – great. I checked another route, there was another bus that would take me to Parramatta and from there I could get home. Off I went to that bus stop to find, yes you guessed it, the bus pulling away from the stop – bollocks!!!

There was only one thing for it, I got a cab back to a main station. There goes the $20 I made. So far the market research thing had cost me money! Eventually I got back to Ashfield. My girlfriend picked me up and we were off to Ikea to get a bookcase.

Or so we thought. The traffic was an un-mitigating disaster. Everywhere we went to try and make it in the direction of Ikea was choc-a-bloc with traffic. Bumper to bumper. We soon gave up and went to another shopping mall.

This was more successful. I bought a couple of beanies and some socks, (mmmmm new socks) and together we bought a new duvet set, all rather exciting. It was made more exciting when I nearly left said duvet set in a homeware shop and walked out, only to be reminded by my ever alert girlfriend that I no longer had it.

The fun doesn’t stop there. On the way out of the car park, we managed to not get bullied into giving up our right of way, and made it into daylight. Oh the relief. That was very short lived. As we sat at the traffic lights, a car, clearly too big to fit through the gap it was trying to get through bumped into us. Of course!! Fortunately there was next to no damage to our car apart from a little scratch, hopefully a lot more was done to her car. We thought it was best we just went home for a bit.

After relaxing at home, our Saturday took a decided turn for the better. We had a lovely meal out, for $15 each due to a voucher, then went home watched a film and put this day to bed.

Sunday couldn’t have been any worse. And it wasn’t. I went back to finish my market research, earnt $100 this time and brilliantly the train stopped at the station. We went up to the Central Coast for my girlfriends nan’s birthday lunch, which was very enjoyable and were aiming to get the 3.26 back home.

As we were heading to the station, we could see we were cutting it fine but we always had a minute to spare. Or so we thought. We bundled out of the car only to see the train pull away from the station. Back into the car we  get and try to beat the train to the next station.

We fail. It has already gone by the time we get there. We have an 18 minute wait, not enough time to go for a drink and knowing our luck this weekend, if we had done that we would comfortably have missed the next train. Sitting on the platform the news comes down, our train is delayed for 8 minutes. Of course it is, why couldn’t the previous train have been delayed.

The rest of the journey passed without incident. I fell asleep, woken when someone kindly knocked my shoulder with their heavy bag, and we got home about 5.30. I had waited all day to watch the recorded Champions League Final.

I knew it wasn’t going to be a great game but I sat through all 120 minutes of it, getting ever more excited when I thought of the chance of penalties. I fast forwarded the adverts to get to the penalties only for the recording to have stopped as the first taker was walking up, the story of the weekend. At least we got to watch a bit of Homes Under the Hammer before bed. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

How can I Help ctnd

Continuing on from my ‘rich and powerful people relying too much on others’ theme, I will now delve into the knock on effects that this has.

As I described yesterday, some people, not all may I add, that have a lot of power and a lot of money, have someone to do everything for them from wiping their arses to sending an email for them. Yes it is a bit of jealousy on my part but who the hell isn’t jealous of people that can do what the hell they want.

This though then gets passed on. There is nothing worse than a spoilt child. I worked at a summer camp in America. It was a residential camp, and it wasn’t cheap. It was about $4k per child to go to the first session which was 4 weeks. It was another $3k per child for the second session of 3 weeks. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that is $1k per child per week.

The camp did have decent facilities. The children were always entertained until they went to bed, but for a grand you would expect luxury if you were an adult, and this was far from luxury. The children are very used to getting what they want. If they wanted to get some food, they would scream and stomp until they got it, if they didn’t want to do an activity, they would go off and sit down and refuse to participate.

No problems you say, one less for you to worry about. Oh no. you have to get them to enjoy themselves or the parents are on the phone demanding why their little bundle of joy has called saying that they are not having the best time ever! the sun shines out of their arses. They can do no wrong in their parents eyes. They have seen how demanding their parents are of their staff and are so used to getting their own way for 2 reasons1) their parents can afford it and 2) it is just easier for them to give the little shit what they want.

Put them now in real life situations, when they don’t have everything they need and want at their beck and call and the shit hits the fan. Tantrums of gargantuan size are witnessed and some have to be seen to be believed. I wish I could say that they grow out of it, but clearly judging by some of the stories you see in the papers and some of the TV shows you know see, they clearly don’t, and the worst part of it all is that they get away with it!

It is not just the children that are affected. This example is from the work place and I can talk from 1^st hand experience having witnessed it. Some P.A’s get on their bosses bandwagon. Yes their bosses are high powered and important enough to have P.A’s but my god they think they own the world.

One came down and started an argument with a department that a request she put through 15 minutes ago had not been dealt with. Due to the fact it is a rather large company I work for, on average a request gets dealt with within a couple of hours depending on what it is and the department it goes to. This happened to be to accounts payable – the most busy department in the company. She was screaming her head off how it wasn’t acceptable that it wasn’t done and she will get her boss out of a very important meeting if she had to.

She continuously dropped his name in there, as if trying to impress us. We all knew who she worked for and would be more impressed if she told us she had actually eaten something more substantial than a stick of celery for lunch. After much shouting and threatening, the woman who was taking the brunt of it decided to call the boss in question. His exact words were ‘no worries whenever it gets done.’ I have never seen anyone look so sheepish.

There are some people that have enough weight behind them to be able to throw it around, they just need to be careful how they do it and who sees them do it. the people that think they have enough weight to throw around never do. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else.

How can i help you?

Why do some people, the richer they are, become so dependent on other people to do things for them. This also goes for people that are higher up in jobs, they need a PA to do the most mundane of things for them.

I know that these people can be incredibly busy, so some of the smaller things like emailing someone, copying something etc can be done by someone else, not problems with that. It is when it comes to things to do with their mobile phone, it has a problem, or is doing something that they haven’t seen before, that these people that are usually so in control get so flustered.

It is always the little stupid things that really get them in a muddle. I work in administration and I deal with the companies mobile phones as part of my job. I received a call from a manager who’s PA was on holiday. They received a new iPhone. It was all set up and ready to go, all they had to do was put the SIM in.

I told them that very information. ‘How do I put the SIM in?’ was the question. I explained about pressing in the little button you have on the side, a tray will pop out then place the SIM in there. ‘Which way do you put the SIM in?’ I then went on to tell them the tray was cut in the way the SIM is shaped and therefore there is only one way it can fit in with the gold chip face down.

Thinking that would be the end of the phone call, I was preparing to say you’re welcome and hang up, how mistaken I was. ‘I have put the SIM card in and now the tray won’t fit.’ A very confused me on the other end of the phone asked what they mean it didn’t fit. ‘I put the SIM card in and now the tray won’t go in.’ They had put the SIM card loosely in the phone and then tried to put the tray in after!!!

This is a manager, that has to know all the ins and outs of their business and they can’t work out that the SIM card goes on the tray provided not just loose in a phone. I couldn’t speak for a minute as I was laughing so hard. We had to fish the SIM card out with a paperclip and explain the situation in person.

This is just one isolated incident. Of course everyone would like to be wealthy enough to have someone cook and clean up after them, someone to drive them around everywhere and to make their bed in the mornings. It is a luxury, but they get far too reliant on others. What happens if they lost their job, lose all their money, I’ll tell you what, they are buggered with a capital B.

Tomorrow I will continue on this theme and how it goes further (queue chilling music with a scary laugh over it too). That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Weekend Wrap

It’s the weekend round up! This weekend was a nice quiet weekend for me. Sometimes it is very nice to have those type of weekends, just time to chill and not do much.

After another week slaving away at my desk came to an end on Friday, I headed home for a date with the sofa. My girlfriend was out with her mate for the evening so I settled down to watch some rugby. Not only did I do this I also did some of the washing that was there to be done. I know lifestyles of the rich and famous!!!

After the mountains of washing had been hung out, I entertained myself with, rugby, and 2 episodes of ‘Game of Thrones’ which after a slow start to the 2^nd series, has really picked up and is now a very good watch.

I was a good boyfriend and went and picked my girlfriend up from the station when she arrived back, brought her home and not long after that we were nicely tucked up in bed. I know how to party on a Friday night.

Saturday. Alighting from the bed at 9.50 I went about my tasks. I cooked my pasta, ready to be eaten before I left for rugby, shaved and made my kit bag. I then accompanied my better half to her beauticians appointment. I can’t believe how quick she was in and out, it was painless. I then dropped her off at the station for her to go to the Central Coast and I went home for my gourmet pasta.

Saturday afternoon was down the rugby club. It is always nice to win which we did, but this one came at a cost. My left knee is currently quite swollen and giving me a bit of jip! As this was the first home game of the season a few boys stayed around for some beers. This was my night. I stayed at the club until about 11ish, then went home and promptly passed out on the sofa at about 1145. I know how to party on a Saturday night! After waking  up on the sofa, freezing at 2.30 I thought it was time to go to bed, which is exactly what I did.

Sunday did not start well. After my toilet break at 6.55 I went back to sleep, only to be awoken when I knocked my knee, this agony left me no choice but to get up. The time. A disgustingly early 9.10!!! Walking proved very difficult so I took the executive decision to do as little of this as possible.

1 film down and half way through a second I decided it was lunch time. Due to a slight excess on the beers the night before, a dirty takeaway was my only option. My first choice was vetoed by the sheer amount of traffic on the road, I was distraught. Luckily there was another option close by so I went there (nowhere near as satisfying but beggars can’t be choosers)

My beautiful girlfriend returned at 4pm. Thank god for that, I had missed her and the boredom was starting to get the better of me. The Sunday ritual could then begin. The grocery shopping. Unlike other weeks, it was quite quiet this time round, a very pleasant surprise, although slightly uncomfortable walking on the knee.

Dinner was a chinese feast. Spring Rolls and two type of Dumplings, one steamed and one fried by our own fair hands and my god it was good. Post dinner on a Sunday is tv watching time. Due to both of us lacking in some sleep, one episode of mad men was watched and then it was time to hit the hay, yes I know disaster – no Homes Under the Hammer!!! Don’t you worry, I will rectify this next weekend. That is the thought for the day, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Online Dating

I don’t understand why there is such a stigma that is still attached to online dating. Yes when it first came out, people that went on it were very hush hush about their involvement, but now it is a great way of meeting people.

With people being very career orientated now, men and women, they have a lot less time to go out and meet someone. It is not very often that you will meet the love of your life in a nightclub or pub, yes it does happen but it isn’t a regular occurance.

Yes you have to go out and meet people of the opposite sex. If you do not do this then you will have no confidence or no clue as to how to actually interact with them when you come across one you actually like. It isn’t so bad in a pub or another social setting, there tends to be a group of you and you can actually hear what the person is saying, and if you are not getting along that well you can just go back to your friends. In a club it is so much harder. The music is too loud, people are too drunk, and let’s be honest, you are just looking for a pillow buddy for the night.

Add into that the long hours people work. The time they get to themselves they want to relax, unwind, chill with friends, not frantically run about trying to find their soul mate. Here is the beauty of internet dating.

The main ones go into intimate detail about you. They ask all sorts of questions that you yourself wouldn’t have even thought to ask a potential partner. They then take this and match you with someone they think is compatible, brilliant. All that hard work taken away by the click of a mouse. Now I’m not saying that you will be attracted to the person or person’s the computer finds for you, but you will be well suited and it will give you a starting point to look at other people on the site and maybe message a couple.

That leads nicely onto my next point. If you are the shy, retiring, unconfident type, then sending someone an email is the perfect way to strike up a conversation. There is no chance of getting the embarrassment of rejection, as no one else apart from the 2 of you know what has happened. If you strike lucky and they reply to you then boom, away you go, it is nice and easy. You can build it up, talk to them online, then maybe on the phone and the next thing you know you are on a date thinking ‘my god that wasn’t so bad.’ No my friend it wasn’t!

Now there is no excuse for you to say ‘oh there is nothing out there that I want.’ There most certainly is. There is sites that specialise in sugar daddy’s and mummy’s, there is religion only dating sites, there are sites just for people that want to make the 2 back monster asap, there are even sites for people that want to discreetly cheat on their partner.

Now all you haters out there will say 'how do you know the person that you are emailing is actually the person in the picture's.' You don't. Pure and simply you don't. It is a risk that you have to take if you are persuing the online dating. What I will say is that the, chances are, depending on what site you are on, that the person you are talking to is infact the person you see in the pictures before you. The more reputable the site the less chance of Michelle becoming Michael.

Times have changed people. Of course if you are one of the devilishly handsome/beautiful confident people that can strike up a conversation whilst waiting to pay for your groceries then well done you. if you are not though, don’t worry about going on internet dating, it is the way forward and if anyone says anything to you about it, then they are just jealous and not getting any. That is the thought for the day, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Bloody Jobsworth

Some people love their jobs. Some jobs are very hard not to love, movie star, sportsman/woman, radio dj. All these have something in common. They are very well paid and the person doing them is I’m pretty sure, doing something that they love and have worked their whole life to achieve.

I reckon 95% of the working population are not in their ideal jobs. They would much rather be doing something else and they for damn sure, would rather they were making a hell of a lot more money.

Yes some people do grow into their jobs. They may have been at a company for a long time, worked their way up through the hierarchy and now be in a management position. It may not have been their first choice but once they have reached that position and pay structure, I am sure that they don’t mind their job. This is no excuse though to be a jobsworth!!!

For all you people that don’t know what a jobsworth is, it is someone that takes their job far too seriously, does everything correctly down to the letter. Also someone, that if you are cutting the smallest of corners will pull you up on it, either make you do it again (even if it is perfectly fine) or give you one hell of a bullocking.

Obviously the bullocking ones are the people that are on a power trip. They love the fact that they are the manager and they get off on it. After reading you the riot act for using a paper clip instead of a staple, they head into the toilet to have a quick one off the wrist to congratulate themselves on being brilliant.

Another example of a jobsworth on a power trip is a dick of a steward. I can talk from personal experience here. I went to the Heineken Cup Final at Murrayfield with a group of guys from my rugby club. A hip flask was brought into the ground. Now strictly speaking you are not allowed hip flasks but I have not been to any professional rugby match where there hasn’t been a hip flask banded about. The hip flask was happily passed amongst the guys and the randoms we were sitting with, all good natured, all having fun. A couple of stewards noticed but the atmosphere was jovial, they turned a blind eye and got involved in some good banter. Top blokes. Then there was the jobsworth. He clocked the hip flask. His face went red. His expression said ‘HOW DARE THEY BRING THAT IN HERE, NOT ON MY WATCH.’ He came over and demanded the hip flask. It was passed to him with a fair amount of resistance but eventually he got his grubby mits on it and then, criminally, poured the contents out. What a grade A knob. This is a prime example of a jobsworth. He then disappeared to have a shifty of the wrist and congratulate himself on a job well done. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

It's up there again

As of last week, on a Monday you will all be treated to a rundown of my weekend. I know that you are excited about this, last weekend would be very hard to be topped, this weekend whilst not topping it was still extremely enjoyable, and here it is.

It’s always a nice feeling to finish work on a Friday. This week I headed off to Newtown to meet my girlfriend, have a superb Turkish dinner, then watch Stephen K Amos as part of the Sydney Comedy Festival. He was brilliant, my cheeks were hurting at the end which is always a good sign after you have seen a stand-up comic. On the way home we stopped off at my favourite Gelato place where I helped myself to desert and I was one happy guy. When at home we watched some Come Dine with Me and the final episode of the Walking Dead series 2 and then off into the land of the Z’s, wunderbar.

Saturday. After a very enjoyable lie in, a nice relaxing morning was had. I took my girlfriend to the station so that she could meet her mum and spend a day shopping in the city and I went off to rugby. The ground we played at was superb, the man that manicures the lawns of the SCG also does the grounds of Drummoyne Rugby Club and let me tell you, you can tell. The pitch was immaculate if the performance wasn’t. After the rugby, again, was the only negative of the weekend – the bloody Sydney traffic. Honestly, the person that staggers the traffic lights should be shot, they just don’t have a clue. Add to that the people that queue across the junction and you get gridlock, but hey I had some good old dance music pumping out of the radio to keep my spirits up.

After a nice shower when I eventually got home, it was dinner time. We went to the very Italian suburb of Haberfield. Now apparently you don’t go to the restaurants there for great service, it doesn’t exist, but when the food is that good who gives a rats arse!!!! I even bought myself a superb biscuit to enjoy when at home. The rest of the evening was spent relaxing, tending to my wounds and watching Mad Men with the accompaniment of my better half and a quite sumptuous biscuit. Superb

Sunday. Another lie in. again not a ridiculous lie in, but just enough. The pair of us arose at about 10. The usual Sunday morning pottering about was then undertaken which involved a bit of washing and hanging out the washing and taking some clothes off the rack and putting them away and then we were off on our travels again. Watson’s Bay was the destination, Fish and Chips was goal. The sun was out, the ferry crossing, quick and uneventful, the queue for the fish and chips – monstrous. Fortunately for the establishment the 25 minute wait for the take away fish and chips was worth it, the fish was excellent, the chips damn good.

After gorging ourselves a nice walk in the sunshine was needed and undertook. Our arrival back at the ferry terminal coincided with the arrival of the express ferry service back to Circular Quay – perfect timing. 25 minutes later the two of us were in the Guylian restaurant indulging ourselves on a waffle and a milkshake, hell yes.

After this extravagance a bit of a reality bump was waiting for the train home amongst 1,000,000 families with kids, nothing that a brisk walk down to the other end of the platform couldn’t fix, sorted. Groceries for the week purchased on the way home, dinner cooked and demolished, it was relaxation time. Very needed. The only way to end a Sunday night, yes that’s right Homes Under the Hammer, Ace. That this the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

I Feel So Much Better

Is there a better feeling than the feeling when you feel better after being hurt or ill? I am sure all of you reading this will know exactly what I am talking about. There is no one that has never been ill or hurt.

With illness, you can never see an end. Whether it be a bunged up nose or something more serious all you can think of is how you feel. For example with the bunged up nose, you eat food but don’t taste it. you try and sniff but nothing happens, when you blow your nose it instantly fills up again not allowing you to breathe. All you can think is ‘when am I going to taste food again’ or ‘I just want to be able to breathe through my nose again!’

Last night I felt sick. I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I was going to blow. I went to the toilet and fortunately nothing happened. I sat on the sofa for a little bit, had some water and gradually felt better. I slipped back into bed and went back to sleep. This morning I still wasn’t feeling at 100% (aaaaaahhh I hear you all cry). Yes indeed poor old me. My stomach was giving me a hell of a lot of jip, but as I write this it has all abated and I am feeling fantastic again!

Normally I would just be feeling my usual. I’m not ill fortunately and I’m not doing much except sat here at my desk, but because of the recent period of being under the weather I feel awesome. it is almost worth feeling like shite just for the feeling after.

The same can be said when you get hurt. When you have a bruise, no matter who you are, you always have to poke it at least once. Why do we do this? That I have no idea but we do. Some of them don’t hurt so we get away with them, but some really hurt, and yet we still do it! I think that we like the feeling after the pain has gone away. The one where you just feel so nice and relaxed, when you really are just feeling normal again. Here’s to pain and illness and getting over it. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Why People Why? 01/05/2012

When you discuss a topic with someone, whether it be sport, politics, outer space, why are the most enthusiastic people the ones that have literally no idea what they are talking about?

This happened to me only two days ago. As previously stated I went to the rugby on Sunday. As it was a big game, there was a crowd of 30,000 there. Obviously a lot of these people there are very knowledgeable about the game, but then there are the people that think they are knowledgeable. My god these are annoying.

I was in a watering hole after the game, wetting my whistle talking to a couple of the boys about rugby in general, as men do. One of the guys that was with us gets in on the conversation. No problems with that, the more the merrier. That is until he opens his mouth, the shit that he spouted was disgusting. I’m all for you going to rugby and enjoying it, but please god don’t talk about it ever again to me, you clearly have less than no clue. Fortunately for me the other person I was with also noticed the drivel being spouted and we both pulled him up on it. He was convinced he was right though but alas, thankfully he decided to retreat somewhere else after that to abuse someone else’s eardrums.

What is so hard about just saying to someone ‘I don’t know’ or listening to someone that might actually know what on earth they are talking about and not interfering with them. The age old adage of some people argue black is white is very apt. I wouldn’t dream arguing with a  petrol head about cars. What I know about cars can be written on the back of a match box, so I don’t do it.  

I think people that talk bollocks should be banned from talking about that subject until the other participants involved in that conversation allow them to. That is a very light sentence if you ask me. My other option was for them to be punched in the face and thrown through a window but I vetoed that (just kidding). So if you hear someone talking crap about a subject you know about or are the unfortunate recipitant of the drivel then I suggest you calmly just get up, without saying a word and walk off. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

What a Weekend

I would just like to tell you all about the bloody good weekend I had this weekend. Yep that’s right, try and say that in a posh English accent ‘Bloody good weekend old bean.’

It all started on Friday night. I went with my girlfriend to a local pub to have some dinner. I was there early so watched the first half of the super 15 game from New Zealand and had a very nice beer. We then had dinner. Now most pub dinners you would expect are ok versions of burgers, fish and chips, lasagne or something. Not this one. I helped myself to the ‘Big Man’ beef ribs and couldn’t have been that much more impressed and at a mere $20 very worth it. After dinner we went home for a nice quiet night with a few episodes of mad men.

Saturday. I woke up at a very leisurely 10am, eventually getting out of bed at about 1030 (always good to have a lie in on the weekends). Then had some breakfast and made my bag ready for rugby. After watching some tv it was time to leave for rugby. I dropped my girlfriend off, picked up a mate and off we went to ruggers. There I encountered the only bad bit of the weekend and that was the Sydney traffic. I will speak more of this in future.

The day was glorious. Blue skies, warm, a very slight breeze keeping it comfortable, perfect rugby conditions. We played, we won, I scored, all in all a good day on the rugger bugger field.

I jumped straight in the car after the game and shot off home. On the way encountered a bit more of that wank Sydney traffic (I can’t wait to get into this). Got in, raced into the shower, showered, changed and headed out the door on route for ANZ Stadium to watch the rugby league.

We managed to get the earlier train than we were expecting to get to the ground, score. This allowed me to realise how damn hungry I was but with all this extra time, I had time to go and get myself the best Subway I have ever eaten! My lord it filled a hole and tied me over.

A pretty good game of rugby league was then witnessed and we managed to escape, at the final whistle and get to the station before the hordes of people left the ground. The adventure was not over yet. After getting home again, there was a 3^rd outfit change into some glad rags for the night out. Whilst waiting to go out, I was able to see the one goal that the might Crystal Palace scored in our defeat to Cardiff and then off we went.

As the two of us were playing catch up to people that had been out for about 4 hours or more, we decided to pub crawl to meet them. Pubs were discovered along the way that would never have been explored had it not been for the mini crawl. A new shot was also discovered, delivered in a rather cool looking glass, all in all, another resounding success.

The rest of the night was just one of the cracking nights. Karaoke was sung, shots were seen off, sprits were devoured, pubs and clubs were conquered and the two intrepid travellers were dropped off at home at about 6ish.

Sunday. My phone woke me up. Ringing as it was at the horrendously early hour of 1130!!1 What bastard would do that to someone on a Sunday. This wasn’t a phone call that I would want to ignore. Free tickets to the Rugby Union on offer. Boom, I’ll have me some of that. After being despatched to go and get some hangover cure, crap fast food and wolfing it down so it barely touched my taste buds, I was being whisked away again.

This time the destination was the SFS for the Waratahs and the Crusaders. It’s always good to see international players, but watching ones that are widely regarded as the best in the world is extra nice. A great game of rugby followed ending in a score line of 37-33, 70 points 7 tries and 3 beers, a mighty fine afternoons work. It wasn’t finished there,

The boys and myself headed to the pub for one last beer before home time, that sunk, off home we go. Thai food is delivered 3 minutes after I walk in the door, the service so far, exceptional. Only one job left to do. The dreaded weekly shop. The girlfriend and I set off. It is always a shit fight doing this crappy shopping, but this time it is very different. Maybe the fact it was 830 on Sunday evening had something to do with it, but we flew round, getting everything we need and I was even able to be extra stupid and still make good time.

The shopping put away, the weekend drawing to a close, there was only one way to end such a bloody good weekend. Yep that is right ‘Homes Under the Hammer.’ Now that this has happened I fear that Karma will be rearing its ugly head and I am due a shit one, but I will try to avoid that as long as possible. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Why people why? 27/04/2012

This is a note to people, if you press the lift button or the button to cross the road multiple times, it does not make the lift come faster nor the man turn green any sooner.

I have just witnessed both in their extreme. I was the first to reach the crossing at my lunch (yes I know, well done me). When I got there the traffic was rushing past. Not wanting to risk my life Bowfinger style, instead of weaving through the traffic, I pressed the button and waited for the light to turn. As I was waiting someone else came along. They looked at the button then pressed it a god 4 times. Obviously I was far to untrustworthy looking to have pressed it so they had to make damn sure they did to make up for my lapse.

It didn’t end there (this is a busy crossing). Another 10 or so people came along and all did the same thing! Why oh why would they do that? Do they not see the 15 or so other people standing there. Obviously the latest people to come along to that crossing are the only smart people amongst us. We would not have the brain capacity or the thought process to press the button and therefore are just standing there like lemons waiting for a miracle or a break in the traffic so we can make a run for it.

After successfully negotiating the road thanks to those geniuses at the lights pressing the button for me, I got into my building. Before people say I am lazy and that I should take the stairs up, I honestly do not have a clue where the stairs are and I am on the 23^rd floor so sod that! I just missed a lift so again was the only one there. Being a quick learner I pressed the ‘call lift’ button. A beautiful red light bordered the button, it had clearly been pressed. That’s what made what happened next so bewildering.

A very well dressed lady with rather red cheeks came along, made a bee line for the lift buttons. I was thinking she must need to go down as I have clearly pressed the button. Oh no. She vigorously tapped away at the ‘up’ button. Surely the lift must come instantaneously if I jab the button so hard and fast that I get a nice arrow print on the tip!!! Another 3 people joined us. 2 of them realised that pressing the button was unnecessary, it was clearly red and the lift was hopefully on its way. The third one though thought he would press it for good measure. Seriously mate, it is on its way!

That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

It's closer to the sun here

Oh my goodness he isn’t, yes he is folks. I am going into unchartered territory, this has never been heard of or tried before by any man. I am going to blog about the weather FOR A SECOND TIME! I can already hear the gasps and the ooooh’s and aaaaah’s from the intrigued readers. This is going to be about my experience and show one of the reasons why so many people come to Australia from Britain.

Yesterday I stood and watched the ANZAC day parade. It was a great parade, I thoroughly enjoyed it. What I didn’t enjoy was the brisk wind whistling down the wind tunnel streets of Sydney’s CBD. Thank god I decided to change into jeans from shorts (on girlfriends advice), or I would have been in severe trouble.

As we stood on the side of the road in the shade, enviously watching the people on the other side of the basking in the sunshine I thought ‘this is coming to winter in Sydney and I am stood in just a t-shirt, jeans and flip flops. The sky was brilliant blue, not a cloud to be seen. Had this been a mid-December day in England with not a cloud in the sky and the sun beaming down, I would still have to thaw the icicles hanging off of my nipples, under the 10 layers of clothing I had on.

In the sun over here it is just toasty warm. In the summer it is too warm (as discussed in an earlier, intriguing blog). When you see the weather forecast and see that it is a balmy 25 degrees in winter, and you can get away with wearing summer clothes, it just makes you smile.

Yes there are days in Britain when it is hot. I have been privy to a couple of these rare events, but never do you get a day other than in spring and summer where you can wear summer attire. It is just bloody brilliant stepping out knowing that you should be clothed up to the max, but only having a painted on vest and a pair of shorts and heading to lark about in the sea.

The only downside to this is that when it gets cold, deary me, your body is not ready for it. It comes as a huge shock to the system, one that is most unwelcome and very very felt. The houses are not made here to keep the heat in, they are made to help keep it cool inside, and that is a problem. You end up sprinting faster than Usain Bolt from the shower to bed in the evenings. There is a blur of something pinky as you run past your housemate and dive under the duvet, teeth chattering and making that urrrrr noise as you try and warm up. All in all though, give me the shorts in the winter option. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

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That's my lucky number!

Friday night was a good night for me. I ventured to the casino, the scene, for many, of a lot of money being lost. I on the other hand came out with a nice $150 profit. My game of choice, roulette.

Everyone has lucky numbers. Everyone has their numbers that if they play roulette or something similar, they will put money on, I have mine. What I don’t agree with is when someone looks at the table, at the numbers that have been coming up on the table before you get there and decide ‘this isn’t a good table.’ How is it any different to the others? Yes I know each croupier spins the ball round a bit harder or softer than the next, but that doesn’t mean that your numbers are less likely to come up. It is purely luck, nothing else.

This goes for card games and game shows as well. For example ‘Deal or No Deal.’ People stay away from picking their lucky numbers. By doing that you are not increasing your chances of winning. I hate to be the one that is the bearer of bad news, you still have the exact 1 in 40 (or whatever it is) chance to win $250,000 or 1c (please get the 1c).

Poker is slightly different. There is definitely some skill involved in playing poker. The ability to read people and to hide your own emotions, is a hell of a quality to have. When it comes down to it though, if someone has a better hand than you, they are going to beat you. Potentially you can lose all your money to them. There is nothing you can do to beat that person if they have a hand that is better than yours and are not going to fold. Again, luck of the cards.

How comes, if you believe in this lucky number bollocks, don’t all people just bet on the horse that is wearing their number (if it is in the race)? You don’t see someone saying ‘my lucky number is 8 so I am going to bet on number 8, oh look his odds are 800000-1, must be in with a shout then.’ No, they bet on who they think is going to win that race, which horse is in form, the ground and all that jazz (far too detailed and I have no idea what is going on).

Yes you have lucky numbers. Yes it is fun to go to the casino, but please god don’t take it so seriously. Sit at a table where there is space, get your chips and happily play away and be lucky. If your numbers are failing you then I suggest ripping out all of your money from your account and putting it on red. My pleasure. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Equality my arse

I am going to open a right can of worms here but I don’t care, as that is how I roll. Whilst watching the news earlier the sports report came on, after all the good sports were mentioned, tennis came up. They said who had won through to the next round of the tournament that was being played and who they would be playing etc.

I am now going to wade into the debate about prize money (collective gasp). Yes I know I am that crazy I am going to do it. I honestly do not believe that women should get the same amount of prize money when it comes to the Grand Slams. In the minor events, yes, everyone should be equal but not in the slams.

Now before you all get on your high horse about this, I will say that I am all for equality, women should be treated as equals and all that baloney that I really can’t be arsed getting into now. When it comes to the tennis Grand Slams though I feel this is unfair. I know this argument raged on for years and the sums of money are huge and there was a huge difference but the men do a lot more work. They play best of 5 sets, women best of 3.

There was a match at this year’s Australian open between John Isner and someone else that went the full 5 sets and ended up something ridiculous in the 5^th like 28-26 or around that. Obviously this match went on a fair bit (about 7 hours I believe) and the schedule for that court was thrown out of the window. The woman’s match that was due on after that game was moved to another court and was over within the time it took to play half of the 5^th set. How much extra work and effort did those two players have to put in to their game, yes I know that was extraordinary but had they only been best of 3 you could have cut out 2 hours of that playing time.

The only way that a winner of the men’s and women’s Grand Slams plays the same amount of sets is if the man wins every match in straight sets and the woman drops a set I each of her matches. Everyone knows that isn’t going to happen. The men are going to have to do a hell of a lot more work than their female counterparts.

There is a huge gap in the women’s game. There are only a handful of players that are actually half decent with a chance to win something. These players tend to breeze through the early rounds, the commentators get excited if they see them sweating it is that easy. The men have it tougher. There are a lot of players that can beat each other and the little tennis I watch is always the men as it is more of a match.

I fully respect that the women put in as much if not more work on their training. They are full time, professional athlete’s that dedicate their lives to their sport. I am insanely jealous of that as well, but if they do as much work off the court as the men why should they not be expected to do as much on it to receive equal prize money? I bet if the situation was reversed we wouldn’t see many people up in arms about the men not getting as much money. Yes to equality no to absolute bollocks in my view. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

Work Blues?

Not everyone can be in their dream job. In fact I am willing to bet that 95% of people are not in their dream jobs. If you are one of the 5% then well done you.

Obviously sports people, actors, musicians and drs are in the jobs that they always wanted to be in. they have trained/studied for god knows how long to get where they are and for that they have to be commended. I wish I was lucky enough to be one of those people.

There are very few people around that know exactly what they want to do. When I was a kid I wanted to be a professional sports star. That is the standard for the vast majority of 6 year old boys. This clearly has not happened (I am obviously a victim of falling through the net), and I currently reside doing a disgracefully boring job in admin.

Most days I trawl the internet looking for things to read. There are not enough websites out there for me. As my office is open plan as well and I sit next to the insanely busy accounts payable team, I feel quite bad. Everybody that comes into the office can see my screen, and whilst there is a lot of swearing and talking to their computer screens going on behind me, I sit blissfully looking at my email’s or other people’s photos that they put up on facebook.

You won’t hear many people say this, but, I get paid far too much money for what I do. Don’t get me wrong, I would much rather get far too much money than not enough but there is only so much of being bored that one can take. When your boss walks past your desk, there is only so many times you can be pretending to stretch or read the same email.

I am in a rut and I know it. I am going to have to leave this job in a couple of months due to visa restrictions. That will force me to look for a new job. The anticipation of doing that does not feel me with the excitement of a new start. The chances are I will find the exact same job, doing the exact same thing, hopefully with more work though. Trust me, the days that I actually work are really good. the time flies and as they are so infrequent, as amazing as this sounds, I actually enjoy doing the work. There is nothing fun about invoicing out a 5000 line phone bill but because it takes all day I actually enjoy it, how sad is that?! Even reading this now makes me think ‘wow son you are weird.’

With the economic conditions as they are, I am sure there are many more people like me, sitting in jobs that do nothing for them and wish they could be doing something else. Unfortunately circumstances dictate that they have to stay where they are, there are not that many learning opportunities in a completely different industry that interests you anymore, as no one is leaving those jobs. It is a vicious cycle. I am as guilty as mentioned before as the rest of you for not doing this, but I am going to make a change. I am going to force myself to get a job that I enjoy or train for one (three should be some kind of uplifting music going on right now, if this was a film produced in America the American flag would be flying somewhere in the background). So my friends, stick the crap job up their arses and let’s get ourselves a decent one! (Rallying cry, I am now picturing myself with one arm in the air holding  sword for some reason, this is what boredom does to you). That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

The perils of rain

I was walking to the train station this morning. It was teaming it down. Yes I had an umbrella, but alas, poor old me still got soaked. It is now about 4 hours later that I am sat here writing this, and I am still the victim of soaking socks.

There is nothing nice about being wet with clothes on when it is not glorious sunshine and 40 degrees. Then it is nothing short of orgasmic. You get to cool off with your wet clothes whilst the sun dries them out for you, beautiful. The other side of that coin is not so nice. whatever part of your clothing is wet plasters itself to you. there is nothing you can do to avoid the horrors of the drenched shirt or trousers.

With the trousers. Every time you take a forward step, they seem to somehow grip onto your leg tighter. You can pull at them to try and shake them out but it is pointless. You will only succeed in giving yourself a moments rest bite before it happens all over again, and this time I swear they get colder. There is always the strange walk/waddle. This is quite effective in some cases. You do not bend your knees therefore look utterly ridiculous walking with straight legs, but what they does do is prevent the wrappage of the trousers around the leg as it stops the two coming into contact. There are a couple of problems with this though. There is the already touched upon looking like a twat issue and then there is the issue that you cannot sustain it for long. As it is such an unnatural way to walk then it really puts a strain on your legs and isn’t very comfortable. If you are able to do it for long periods of time well done you, you weirdo.

Then there is the shirt. This is a disaster. If the shirt is soaking then there really is nothing you can do. As soon as it hits your back it is cold. You do the arch of the back, fling the face up to the sky with a grimace on your teeth as the cold, wet shirt hits your back. It is so damn uncomfortable. If your shirt is that wet then you know the sleeves will be too so you are engulfed. This causes a couple of other problems that the trouser do not. Sitting down is a problem. You don’t want to hit your cold, wet back on the seat so you can avoid feeling it against your skin (you have obviously done the peel away by now, if you haven’t then you are a fool). Any slight bit of upper body contact causes the elbows to pull back and that grimace return slightly as the cold gets through you.

Finally the wet socks. A fate that I am suffering with right now. As you walk along, with your umbrella, you try to avoid the puddles. If you are lucky enough to have wellies then well done you, this doesn’t concern you. if not though then you know exactly how it is. You try and keep the water just on the sole of the shoe. As soon as that first puddle is waded through then you know it’s all over. The water finds some kind of crack to get through and within seconds your socks are soaking. These leads to freezing cold toes and wet socks for the rest of the damn day. Bring on the summer. That is the thought for the day, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters

World Champions

I was channel surfing like a champion the other day. My god there was a load of crap on. As I came to ESPN I saw that the baseball season had started. Now baseball isn’t my favourite sport to watch on the T.V but when you are pottering about doing other things it is pretty easy to flick in and out of so I kept it on. I cannot remember who were playing but the commentators mentioned ‘World Champions.’ Only the bloody yanks would class a team that won their national title as ‘World Champions.’

I honestly do not understand how this can be? How many teams from another continent play in the American leagues in any sport…..NONE. This may well be only one fact, but it is quite a clear, concise and damning fact to the people that argue for the ‘world champion’ tag. One of the sports that the winners are considered ‘World Champions’ is American Football. I mean come on!! The sport is called American Football, it suggests that the Americans have invented it for Americans and Americans play it!! yes I accept it is played worldwide, but there is not a tournament that involves all the winners of various leagues. I also accept if this did happen that the team that won the NFL would comfortably win the ‘World Cup’ (which I have now called it), but still, World Champions, I think not.

Let’s take rugby for example. They have a world cup that involves international teams. The winner of that is then known as the ‘World Champion’. There is also a Heineken Cup that involves the best teams in Europe. Whoever wins that is rightly crowned the European Champions. Then there is the Southern Hemisphere Super 15 tournament. The winners of this tournament have on a couple of occasions played the winner of the Heineken Cup but due to travel and Time Zone issues it hasn’t happened often. Neither team that wins their respective competition calls themselves ‘World Champions.’

Now let me tackle Ice Hockey. I know less than bugger all about Ice Hockey. What I do know is that the team that wins the NHL in America are miraculously called ‘World Champions.’ I am aware that there are Canadian teams that play in the NHL and that is something, I am also aware that in Sweden and Russia Ice Hockey is huge. I would hazard a guess that some of their teams would give the Americans a run for their money, but no, the American club side are the rightful ‘World Champions.’

With Baseball you have the Japanese, they are pretty shit hot at that sport I am told. Some of their best players go and make a hell of a lot of money in America but I reckon that some make serious amount of cashish staying put in the land of the Rising Sun.

Please note. Football (soccer to all you uneducated swines!!), is the biggest sport on the planet, easily. In the U.S no one gave a rats about it until a big name player goes there to receive a nice retirement fund (Henry, Beckham, Matthaus, Pele). They help fill the stadia. When two teams that have no big name players are playing the crowds just are not there. As they won’t be ‘World Champions’ there is no point in going to see them. University sport gets more people going to see a game than the MLS the world’s biggest sport. So Americans, you are not the ‘World Champions’ just because you win the American league in your sport, as no one else give a shit about those sports. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters