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