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We all like to feel comfortable in our minority ghettos, well today I’m breaking out of mine and joining in the worldwide celebration of Left Handers Day.

Yes, I’m left handed and I’m proud. I could quote all sorts of exciting statistics about being left handed, but I’m sure you’re not interested in the slightest.

Whats important is that its our day, and like the rabid Northerners last week we’ve got a whole twenty four hours to pat ourselves on the back and tell ourselves how great we are.

<update> Read all about this greatest of days in the Grauniad. Although after perusing the article I can’t help but feel a little depressed. Its time to fight back against oppression and negativity, being a lefty is great. More background reading can be found here. </update>

Here at Whats Doing I like to think that we worhsip in a fairly broad musical church, but I draw the line at anything that contains, and I quote – a suburban Gap-wearing white fratboy rapping in a bad Jamaican accent for four hours. Eww, unclean.

Four hour drum solos on the other hand …

Number one in an occassional series. If you’re not the 70’s throwback you should probably stop reading now.

It Bites, The Big Lad in the Windmill, I got you eating out of my hand (track 1), 3 minutes and 17 seconds into the track – "I’m in – the mood"

Superb. Go and listen to it now.

I spotted a couple of interesting stories in the Sydney Morning Herald today. The first is a simple write up of a news wire report which says, in essence, that people who drink with their colleagues are more likely to get promoted. You see dear, the odd after work sherbet is actually career development and is definitely not in any size, shape or form an indication that I’m shirking my domestic responsiblities.

The second story was another piece about everyone’s favourite idiot-bowler, Shane Warne. In a repeat of an incident a few years ago when he was found to be "playing away from home" via SMS, it seems he has been up to no good in South Africa. Which provides an interesting counterpoint to the first article.

My only conclusion can be that its a good idea to get the beers in with the team after work unless you are an uncouth loudmouthed Victorian leg spinner. Stuart MacGill is still safe then.

Today has definitely been one to savour. After a suitably late start we got up and watched our recording of the New Zealand South Africa Tri Nations Match, but didn’t manage to spot Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom in the crowd, although they were there.

After a family outing to Balham (haircut for Dad, assorted books for Mum followed by coffee and panini) we retired to the family residence. There I got to spend a couple of hours with the boy whilst Mum partook of some "executive brainstorming"

As an antidote to all of those childrens tv tunes I’ve got Alexander on a fairly rigourous programme of musical education. This afternoon’s topic was The Flaming Lips. I think he rather liked it.

This is, of course, contrary to the new section on this page which you should be able to see at the bottom left just above the blog sticker. Just a little feature to let you dear reader know what I’m currently reading and listening to. It may even get updated, you never know your luck.

News just in from sunny Sydney, the Palmers are expecting. Congratulations Emma, Jon and junior Palmer. A nickname will be forthcoming, probably after I have a couple of cold drinks in celebration this evening.

Completely irrelevant I know, but is it only me who thinks it quite amusing that Sydney is currently suffering the arctic temperatures whilst London is melting in the thirty degree (plus) heat? No. Just me then. Fair enough.

Quote of the day from, well, me;

"Remember, kwality is our watchword."

Did you see what I did there? Oh, never mind, I’ll get back to work then.

I’m far too busy at work at the moment, so I have had no time to craft one of my carefully considered “slice of life” posts. Instead, you will have to put up with a little grammar policing from Scaryduck.

I would just like to point out, in my own pedantic little way, that SMS was actually designed as a way for carriers to send messages to their customers (such as "You have a voicemail"), and that all of my text messages are properly spelt, punctuated and use capital letters in all of the right places.

Its the end of an era today as Goughie has given up test cricket. The Gough-meister, the Gough-atolla, Dazzler, Goughie, he goes by many names but those of use who saw him get a hat trick at the SCG on the 2nd of January 1999 simply know him as the best cricketer in the world. Those who actually remember those three balls hold him in even higher esteem.

Darren, we will miss you, and the Dud still isn’t fit to kiss your boots.

I swear, each of these have been said by a member of my family. Can you match the quote to the person?

• "Oh daddy, with those nipples you are spoiling me."
• "Will you listen to that symphony by trouser flute, its so catchy."