Monday, March 21, 2005

Beer is not my friend

My mate Craig is a bastard. That's about the best reason I can come up with for the hangover I'm suffering today. What sort of bastard inflicts a hangover on a mate on a Monday? Yesterday was a perfect Melbourne day, warm, sunny, beautiful. So what does a young lad about town do on such a day? Get pissed and look at hot chicks? You betcha!

It all started with an invitation to go with him to the Carlton family day. I thought he was joking at first, being a bombers supporter I'm not to inclined to hang out at the Blues events. As it was he was taking his sweet time so we only caught the tail end of it but he got a photo with the Wizard Cup, so he's happy. What an ugly piece of silverware that thing is, looks like a year 10 metal-work assignment gone wrong.

So after standing out on the turf and having a general gander we decide heading into the city for a quiet cleansing ale. After much farking around with a car that wouldn't start we finally get back to his joint, grab some travellers and train it in. To cut a long story short, we ended up in Richmond at the Corner Hotel and sat on the roof admiring the scantilly clad scenery and sipping on fine amber draught. His girlfriend eventually joined us, a rather nice Italian lass, and we decided to drink dinner. We eventually got back to my place where he started on bourbon and I thought a glass or two of Château Box would be the ticket. All was right with the world and everyone's happy.

Cut to today. It's 6:30 am, my alarm is sending sonic needles into my brain and a very small carpet layer has been to work on my tounge. Faaaark! About an hour later I finally manage to stumble out and not throw up all over the place. I somehow manage to shower myself and even dress with everything around the right way. Mako the Wonder Dog does his best to get his useless master awake and functioning, a sloppy lick on a bare leg will do that first thing in the morning. I eventually mope out into the garage and bring the bike out for the ride in to work. Why did it gain an extra 50 kilos in the night?

On the way in some stupid bitch decides that the space I'm currently occupying is just to good to pass up and forthwith swerves into my lane. Thankfully for me the part of the brain that is still able to tick over is also the part riding the bike and I avoid another bone crunching accident. Bitch naturally doesn't give a stuff and gives me the finger when I get on the horn. Typical.

So to work. My manager is very impressed I'm an hour late, the lunch menu at the caffeteria sucks even by it's low standard and I'm just happy to keep my stomach in the right place.

The personal hell that is my work station eventually spits me out at a bit after 5 and I again have the pleasure of a near-death experience thanks to another hateful shrew bent on my destruction. I make it home. Gods, the things we do to ourselves.

And all of this is thanks to my mate Craig. You bastard!

Catch you soon...

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

A brief intro....

So this is bloging is it? Hmmm, doesn't seem that hard. Just think of something worthwhile to write about and put it down. So, how about that...ummm, ah thing, you know? Really good stuff!

Ok, so thinking of a decent first post isn't that straight forward. Perhaps a couple of comments on things that are going on around me...

Well the F1 was on yesterday and for a change Schumacher didn't win. Nice change actually but still a boring race all the same. At least the V8s occasionally pass each other. Check out this link for Tim Blair's take on the race.
http://timblair.net/ee/index.php/trackback/1380/GdUdIWBh/

As an aside, one of the first things I want to learn is how to change the ugly links into something shorter and more readable.

The World Superbikes are almost with us again, thank God! Being a motorbike tragic I'm really excited about this year's competition. With six Aussies in the line up and Troy Corser already with one win under his belt from the first round it's shaping up to be a good season. For the rundown on the first round pay a visit here... http://www.mcnews.com.au/motorcycleracing2005/superbike/round1_losail/sbk_r1.htm

I was planning on staying down there ("down there" being Phillip Island) with a group of people but that got spannered when the girlfriend made one too many decrees and we parted ways......and she then hooked up with the next best, taking my spot. Thanks for that..*muffled expletive*. I'm still welcome to stay so I'm told. Somehow I can't see that happening.

In local racing news there was a tragic accident a the Broadford round of the Victorian Road Racing Championship. Richard Cant lost his life racing in the 250cc class after crashing and being hit by two following bikes. He is survived by his wife Tiffany and their as yet unborn child. I was there that day I can tell you that it was the worst day I've spent at a track. These days with rider gear and on-track help at such a high standard you just don't expect to see a man die just having a go around a small circuit against some mates. Here's a pic of Richard at the 2003 GP.
http://www.mcnews.com.au/Riders/richard_cant/tragedy_announce.htm

If you are wondering who's behind this embryo of a blog, I'm a guy, living in Melbourne. I've been here for that last few years after having lived pretty much everywhere else in Australia and more than a few places overseas. I love Thai food, cold beer and fast motorbikes. I don't score highly on the PC charts but I'm not a neanderthal either. "I'm a bloke" would be how I'd put it. I did my time at Uni and earned the piece of paper only to find it means sweet FA in the real world. I work for a multi-nat but would love to run my own small business, humble as that may be. I think being my own boss, while perhaps not as financially stable, would be much more satisfying personally. For the animal lovers I have a large German Shepherd cross who does a passable impersonation of a puppy even though he weighs in at more that 46 kilos. We found him at the Lost Dogs Home and from the moment I saw him I knew he was my dog. A better natured animal would be hard to find.

Well now, I seem to have run out of things to say for the moment. I hope to make this little collection of thoughts reasonably interesting but don't hold your breath. I'll mostly just talk about what interests me or comment on events around Melbourne and internationally. To be honest there are far better established bloggers who do a much better job so I'll be making good use of links to their sites. I have no illusions about becoming a great writer or blogger of any renown but it's something I want to have a crack at, so let's see where it goes.

Catch you soon....