"Where every concept pleases, and only man is vile."
Move along if you don’t like the game, I’m going to talk about the Ashes.
Reading the Sydney newspapers today you’d be forgiven for thinking that the drawn game at Old Trafford was the greatest victory since Don Bradman played the game. Does no-one remember the confident predictions before the series started? The colonials are worried my friends, very worried that they are losing the plot and not winning enough games.
Where do I go to put some money on England winning the Ashes?
We went to the Olympic stadium on Saturday night to watch the Bledisloe Cup match. Australia were very average and the All Blacks showed a little of the spark the displayed against the Lions.
Luckily I did take my camera with me and managed to get some half decent shots with my telephoto lens. There are plenty more where this came from, just check out my photos marked with the rugby tag.
Tonight I’m off to see the Wallabies vs the All Blacks at the Olympic stadium (as was). I’m very excited because we’ve got rather good seats. I’m even more excited because I’m taking my camera. Hopefully with my telephoto lens I’ll be able to get some pictures of the action where you can actually see that they’re playing rugby. Wish me luck.
I’ll be celebrating mine tomorrow, because it’s Left Handers Day. Come join me in awkward writing and cutting land, it’s really quite fun.
I love the way JFGP runs down the hallway when I come through the front door after work.
I also love the way he only ever occupies the top third of his bed. Maybe he’s being cost conscious and saving the other two thirds of the mattress for future wear and tear.
I love the way "the Juice" looks at me as if to say "Why can’t you give me food too Dad?"
JFGP emerging from a tunnel. This was taken at last week’s organised enjoyment session and just goes to show how much fun small people can have at such an event.
As a result of continued attendance at these events nothing that rises more than about fifty centimetres from the ground is sacred any more. The boy will climb on anything at any time. If he carries on like this I’ll have to buy him a climbing harness and a hard hat.
To celebrate the birth of our second son it falls to me to celebrate in a fatherly style. To that end you are cordially invited to join me for a few cold drinks tomorrow night (the 28th of July, 2005) from 6pm at the Manly Wharf Hotel.
We bought Oliver home from the hospital this morning. Everyone is settled in and rather glad to be back, or arrived in one case.
Just back from visiting the family in the hospital and picking up JFGP from his evening visit to the Family Whiston (thanks guys). All is looking good and we’re off to pick up SWMBO and the littlest Todd tomorrow morning.
The car seat is down from the loft and the bassinet is ready for some serious snoozing.
It’s pleasing to hear that everyone quite likes the littlest boy’s name, and it won’t lead to any confusion as far as I can tell. I took the slightly larger boy to an organised enjoyment session yesterday and got a little confused myself. They have bibs with the kid’s names on them and I thought I was seeing double because there were two inscribed with "Luca". Which isn’t a bad name except one of them was a boy and the other a girl. It’s not quite an entry into my child abuse with stupid names series but I think on the available evidence it must be a contender for the perfect androgynous name.
Here’s JFGP this afternoon in the kitchen. I’ve been getting some good pictures with my new lens and a willing subject.
I think the credit for this one goes to a small boy though, not least for being very photogenic.