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As I contemplate middle age (from the comfort of my sofa with a nice cup of coffee and a biscuit) one of my wishes is to expand my music collection. Back in the mother country it is quite an easy thing to do; you listen to the radio and for any single or song that sticks in your head you go out and buy the accompanying album. In these parts of the world it is a little trickier, mainly because the radio stations are very genre specific and not at all amenable to change. For instance the station that the 70’s throwback favoured when he visited 10 years ago hasn’t changed it’s playlist since, apart from adding the occasional new Jimmy Barnes single. I yearn for a decent radio station and until I find that mythical beast in these parts I’m stuck with the bands and artists I’ve been listening to since I was a teenager.
Which is just a long winded way of saying that I’ve just ordered some CD’s by some quality 80’s and 90’s bands. In about a week’s time I’ll be saying hello to the latest opus from Supergrass, a new album by Chris Difford, a remastered version of Steve McQueen and a couple of early albums by the mighty Squeeze.
I’ll get onto the trance and techno next week, honest.
We had a company picnic last Saturday and I took the boys along. The venue was KMYC so as well as the usual attractions – nice weather, sausage sizzle – there were a couple of boats to play on. Needless to say JFGP and MIGO were in the thick of the action and spent a fair amount of town piloting my Boss’ boat around Pittwater.
A fun time had by all I think.
Photographic proof that it was cold and wet on Sunday morning at our weekend away. There are a couple of people missing, only because they refused to get out of their cars. Please enter your guesses in the comments box of who they were.
This last weekend was our annual escape to Jervis Bay with associated ex-school friends of SWMBO.
A lovely time was had by all, with sun (and rather a lot of wind) on Friday and Saturday enabling some quality beach time and associated salt water swallowing.
We appear to be setting some traditions on this trip already, and we managed a full set this time. Ben flew his kite, everyone had chinese take away on Friday night (except SWMBO and I who tucked into a Mexican), we went to the beach on Saturday and in the evening the essential meat burning skills of Mr Reeve and I brought about a fine repast. At least I think it was, because by then I had consumed a glass or two of wine.
Then on Sunday morning the sky turned grey and water started leaking out of it. So we took the team photo and scarpered sharp-ish. The Todd party ended up in Kiama at lunch time and we had took JFGP and MIGO to see the famous blowhole. Pictured above is their reaction to a particularly fine eruption.
My Mum has always said that she wished she had kept the daily newspaper from the day each of her children was born. If you wait long enough the lazyweb will fulfil your most private wishes. Luckily the good people who run the global information store haven’t got round to the Daily Fascist yet so we are spared that particular publication. But a dedicated team has gone above and beyond the call of duty.
What was on the cover of Radio Times when you were born? In my case it is Val Doonican. Oh dear, I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t looked.
A correspondent has written to inform me that my photo a day project is falling somewhat behind. It would appear that I haven’t posted a picture since October last year. I’d like to apologise for my slackness. Perhaps I should rename the feature to ‘Somewhat occasional photos’. What do you think?
To start to make amends here is MIGO in full flow during our festive season break in Port Stephens. As you can tell from the photo he had a terrible time.
I’m sitting at my desk applying after sun to my face every half hour. I went to the cricket with Mark and Ben on Friday and because we were sitting in the shade all day I didn’t wear a hat or any sun screen.
Cue my worst case of sunburn for quite a number of years. What makes it bad is that because I don’t normally expose my face to the sun, unless it is under layers of factor 30+, it is the part of my body the worst affected and the most visible. They’ve started calling me the beetroot around the office.
After nearly twelve years in this country you would think that I would learn, wouldn’t you.
It is now 2008 and in keeping with the tradition at this early part of the year I thought I would waste some web space with a review of the last twelve months.
Here, in no particular order, are the highs (and lows) of the year;
Oh, and of course family of the year goes to SWMBO, JFGP and MIGO.