A. Anzac club trivia
or
B. Better suggestion?
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Advertising rools
I don't particularly like sony. In Fact (YES WITH A CAPITAL f) over the last couple of years I've turned a bit against them. The rootkit saga, their marriage to DRM and their tardiness with, and underwhelming offering of the PS3 - this has all left a negative sony shaped impression on my consciousness. I do however, in the patented emphasis of our own Sarah Miles - love the sony bravia TVCs (That's TeleVision Commercials for those not in the marketing dept.).
It started with the balls in San Francisco accompanied by the smooth crooning of Jose Gonzales and now the next chapter - explosions of colour in Glasgow.
I wanted to know, like most, if they were real, and unlike most, I Googled.
It started with the balls in San Francisco accompanied by the smooth crooning of Jose Gonzales and now the next chapter - explosions of colour in Glasgow.
I wanted to know, like most, if they were real, and unlike most, I Googled.
Business meeting of HORROR!
Since the beginning of May, I have had a business trip either interstate or international every week. That's a lot of inane taxi trips, tussles for overhead locker space, time spent gazing at one tarmac or another and lonely hotel rooms. This may have contributed to my feeling a tiny bit fed up when I dragged my arse out of bed at 5am yesterday morning for an early flight to Melbourne and a crucial meeting.
At the club lounge I made a B-line for tea and some breaky to improve my frame of mind. The hot water dispenser was on the blink and squirted its steaming contents far beyond the bounds of my tea cup. Yes. Onto my shoes. The muesli was like mouthfuls of grainy sugar and could not be finished. Deciding to see what delights Qantas would serve up for breakfast in the air, I was bitterly disappointed with my egg and bacon muffin - soggy bits that should have been dry and dry bits that should have been soggy. My boss handed me the crossword that I so enjoy when killing time in transit but a search through my bags revealed NO PEN! Those wonderful blank squares winking at me and seducing me with their tantalising clues and I was powerless to act! A quick internal tantrum ended in an involuntary snooze in nasty economy class seating. So much for respectable corporate-appropriate hair.
Boss and I arrive at client's building, go up to level 45 where 15 senior people are scheduled to hear me present. No response from our contact to let us in. Where is she? 5 minutes till presentation start time...
A kindly woman walks out towards the lifts and asks if we are ok.
"Yes, we are waiting for blah blah to take us through to a meeting."
"Oh, blah blah is in our other building for another big meeting with ECA."
"Oh really? We ARE the ECA meeting! When did we change venues?"
"Oh, didn't Blah blah tell you?"
"No..."
"Well I'm going to that meeting so why don't we all go across together? Let's just step into this sophisticated, hi-tech, safe-as-houses 21st century lift to take us down the 45 stories to the safety of the ground level and within minutes we will be at the meeting where 15 senior people are scheduled to hear you present. Everything is still on track for a smooth meeting."
As we step into the sophisticated, hi-tech, safe-as-houses 21st century lift to take us down the 45 stories to the safety of the ground level, I make a relaxed joke about the secret fear I had when I felt the lift bounce under our footsteps. Doors close and before we have even had time to politely fix our gaze on the floor-number display monitor, BANG!!! The lift suddenly falls a couple of meters. I just manage to keep adult-like composure as the realisation sets in that the lift is stuck, hovering between floors, 44 stories from the ground. And the doors won't open and we are buzzing for help and suddenly there is a high pitched squealing noise that won't shut up!
I happen to love wide open spaces. The opposite of wide open spaces is small enclosed spaces. The opposite of love, is hate. For the next 30 minutes, I had the chance to work through my feelings of 'hate' (read: irrational fear, panic, nausea, desire to cry like a baby) in the company of my boss, an important client and a fourth woman from the client company who also happened to be claustrophobic, like me.
Once the security guards were finally able to get through on the intercom, they asked us our full names (to save the cops precious time identifying our oxygen starved, unrecognisable mashed bodies once we hit level G?!) and told us that the technician was on his way. From ALTONA! In the mean time, he commenced a textbook distraction conversation technique to prevent any incidents with the two claustrophobics imprisoned in the tomb of steel. We could also listen to the distorted voice of a woman mournfully calling to us through the impenetrable lift doors from level 45. "What did she say? I can't understand her. She'll tell our families we love them?!!"
The four of us were sprawled on the floor of the lift, layers of clothing stripped off, with smiling brave faces - the feigned cheerfulness of long-suffering comrades sharing my crossword puzzle (obtained a pen!) to take our minds off the thinning oxygen and IMPRISONMENT ALMOST LIKE BEING BURIED ALIVE WHERE YOU CAN'T SEE DAYLIGHT OR EVEN A WAY TOWARDS DAYLIGHT AND NOT SURE HOW IT IS THAT YOU CONTINUE TO BREATH EVEN THOUGH YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE IT HAS CAVED IN ALONG WITH YOUR SUDDENLY VERY TIGHT WORLD when without warning, we felt the lift rush downwards. Not a drop, but definitely an unsettling rush.
A spill out onto ground floor, concerned security guards, replace shoes, coats and scarves, incident reports then onward to very important meeting, where the 15 senior people had been waiting for considerable time, white-faced presentation, grueling meeting afterward and in a stunning turn of luck, a big success to take home with us last night. FUCK!
At the club lounge I made a B-line for tea and some breaky to improve my frame of mind. The hot water dispenser was on the blink and squirted its steaming contents far beyond the bounds of my tea cup. Yes. Onto my shoes. The muesli was like mouthfuls of grainy sugar and could not be finished. Deciding to see what delights Qantas would serve up for breakfast in the air, I was bitterly disappointed with my egg and bacon muffin - soggy bits that should have been dry and dry bits that should have been soggy. My boss handed me the crossword that I so enjoy when killing time in transit but a search through my bags revealed NO PEN! Those wonderful blank squares winking at me and seducing me with their tantalising clues and I was powerless to act! A quick internal tantrum ended in an involuntary snooze in nasty economy class seating. So much for respectable corporate-appropriate hair.
Boss and I arrive at client's building, go up to level 45 where 15 senior people are scheduled to hear me present. No response from our contact to let us in. Where is she? 5 minutes till presentation start time...
A kindly woman walks out towards the lifts and asks if we are ok.
"Yes, we are waiting for blah blah to take us through to a meeting."
"Oh, blah blah is in our other building for another big meeting with ECA."
"Oh really? We ARE the ECA meeting! When did we change venues?"
"Oh, didn't Blah blah tell you?"
"No..."
"Well I'm going to that meeting so why don't we all go across together? Let's just step into this sophisticated, hi-tech, safe-as-houses 21st century lift to take us down the 45 stories to the safety of the ground level and within minutes we will be at the meeting where 15 senior people are scheduled to hear you present. Everything is still on track for a smooth meeting."
As we step into the sophisticated, hi-tech, safe-as-houses 21st century lift to take us down the 45 stories to the safety of the ground level, I make a relaxed joke about the secret fear I had when I felt the lift bounce under our footsteps. Doors close and before we have even had time to politely fix our gaze on the floor-number display monitor, BANG!!! The lift suddenly falls a couple of meters. I just manage to keep adult-like composure as the realisation sets in that the lift is stuck, hovering between floors, 44 stories from the ground. And the doors won't open and we are buzzing for help and suddenly there is a high pitched squealing noise that won't shut up!
I happen to love wide open spaces. The opposite of wide open spaces is small enclosed spaces. The opposite of love, is hate. For the next 30 minutes, I had the chance to work through my feelings of 'hate' (read: irrational fear, panic, nausea, desire to cry like a baby) in the company of my boss, an important client and a fourth woman from the client company who also happened to be claustrophobic, like me.
Once the security guards were finally able to get through on the intercom, they asked us our full names (to save the cops precious time identifying our oxygen starved, unrecognisable mashed bodies once we hit level G?!) and told us that the technician was on his way. From ALTONA! In the mean time, he commenced a textbook distraction conversation technique to prevent any incidents with the two claustrophobics imprisoned in the tomb of steel. We could also listen to the distorted voice of a woman mournfully calling to us through the impenetrable lift doors from level 45. "What did she say? I can't understand her. She'll tell our families we love them?!!"
The four of us were sprawled on the floor of the lift, layers of clothing stripped off, with smiling brave faces - the feigned cheerfulness of long-suffering comrades sharing my crossword puzzle (obtained a pen!) to take our minds off the thinning oxygen and IMPRISONMENT ALMOST LIKE BEING BURIED ALIVE WHERE YOU CAN'T SEE DAYLIGHT OR EVEN A WAY TOWARDS DAYLIGHT AND NOT SURE HOW IT IS THAT YOU CONTINUE TO BREATH EVEN THOUGH YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE IT HAS CAVED IN ALONG WITH YOUR SUDDENLY VERY TIGHT WORLD when without warning, we felt the lift rush downwards. Not a drop, but definitely an unsettling rush.
A spill out onto ground floor, concerned security guards, replace shoes, coats and scarves, incident reports then onward to very important meeting, where the 15 senior people had been waiting for considerable time, white-faced presentation, grueling meeting afterward and in a stunning turn of luck, a big success to take home with us last night. FUCK!
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Child kills HAIRY LAND WHALE!!!
That's a lot of sausage!(this Animal Report is posted on behalf of my wife, the usual weird animal watcher)
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Ooooh, look at the view
A few weeks ago we switched office floors in the same building - not only do I now have such luxuries as power and network points but there's a not bad view thrown in as well. After the last few offices I've worked in which offer nothing but views of back alleys and brick walls this is a novelty for me, anyway I thought I'd share the view from the window here...
This is looking out towards Kirribilli / Neutral Bay.
I hardly need to tell you which way that's pointing now do I.
This is looking out towards Kirribilli / Neutral Bay.
I hardly need to tell you which way that's pointing now do I.
Friday, May 18, 2007
In Today's News
Revelations today on How Not To Parent Your Children:
"Father 'burns baby in microwave'"
"Uncle 'chomps on nephew, 3'"
And the prize for the lamest headline goes to:
"Bride search success for Google co-founder"
"Father 'burns baby in microwave'"
"Uncle 'chomps on nephew, 3'"
And the prize for the lamest headline goes to:
"Bride search success for Google co-founder"
Another ANZAC victory
From humble beginnings 8 years ago, the infant SRF stretched its wings and launched into a lifelong career as Trivia bums. Week after week after week, a strong contingent has showed up almost every Thursday night to pubs in Glebe, Redfern and Newtown to support each other in our quest for freebies, and perform the unspoken duty to friendship - keeping on keeping on.
We hit a little bump just recently, with a disturbing lack of inner west pubs offering Thursday night trivia. For the very first time in almost a decade, it was suggested that just for one little night, the trivia wagon roll out to a destination on the other side of the bridge, for the first and only time the game would be played merely minutes away from the Northies homes.
When Gretta, Flit, Bron & I showed up for a novel trivia night close to home, we were a little surprised that, like a dagger to our hearts, not one single friend from south of the bridge was to be found. We had been deserted and of all the time spent traveling home from Newtown each week, a mockery was cruelly made. (sniff)
But this sad tale takes a turn for the better my friends! In compensation for the desolation and sorrow caused to us by our 'fair location friends' we found a kick-arse trivia hive!
We fondly dubbed it 'remember when' trivia, as the questions were specially tailored to our opponents, for whom the early part of the 20th century was a fond memory. While we strained and scratched our heads and reached into the far corners of our minds for possible references on documentaries and in history books, our opponents simply reminisced and enjoyed the quiet satisfaction of recalling their lives.
We quickly developed a reputation as 'the special team' for whom no amount of sympathy and support should be spared. Flit collected un-asked-for answers at the bar. The host's kindly assistant re-phrased all of the round one questions especially for us. At one point, when Bron asked the host for a clue as to the national sport of Canada, he looked at us doubtfully and said "well the name of it is La Crosse." We had regular check ups, when the host or his kindly assistant would tell us quite explicitly what we had right and what we had wrong. And the right answer to what we had wrong begins with the letter...
Our spirits boosted when we discovered our natural talent for the rewarding 'chocolate factory' and enjoyed shower upon shower of glittering chocolate bars. Soon we began to gain in confidence. Flit came through in spectacular fashion on the geography while Bronwen revealed her 'P.O.S.H.' knowledge and surprised us all. Lady cruised to glory in the heads or tails round and including the first sympathy jug, we enjoyed 3 free jugs of the golden stuff.
We hit a little bump just recently, with a disturbing lack of inner west pubs offering Thursday night trivia. For the very first time in almost a decade, it was suggested that just for one little night, the trivia wagon roll out to a destination on the other side of the bridge, for the first and only time the game would be played merely minutes away from the Northies homes.
When Gretta, Flit, Bron & I showed up for a novel trivia night close to home, we were a little surprised that, like a dagger to our hearts, not one single friend from south of the bridge was to be found. We had been deserted and of all the time spent traveling home from Newtown each week, a mockery was cruelly made. (sniff)
But this sad tale takes a turn for the better my friends! In compensation for the desolation and sorrow caused to us by our 'fair location friends' we found a kick-arse trivia hive!
We fondly dubbed it 'remember when' trivia, as the questions were specially tailored to our opponents, for whom the early part of the 20th century was a fond memory. While we strained and scratched our heads and reached into the far corners of our minds for possible references on documentaries and in history books, our opponents simply reminisced and enjoyed the quiet satisfaction of recalling their lives.
We quickly developed a reputation as 'the special team' for whom no amount of sympathy and support should be spared. Flit collected un-asked-for answers at the bar. The host's kindly assistant re-phrased all of the round one questions especially for us. At one point, when Bron asked the host for a clue as to the national sport of Canada, he looked at us doubtfully and said "well the name of it is La Crosse." We had regular check ups, when the host or his kindly assistant would tell us quite explicitly what we had right and what we had wrong. And the right answer to what we had wrong begins with the letter...
Our spirits boosted when we discovered our natural talent for the rewarding 'chocolate factory' and enjoyed shower upon shower of glittering chocolate bars. Soon we began to gain in confidence. Flit came through in spectacular fashion on the geography while Bronwen revealed her 'P.O.S.H.' knowledge and surprised us all. Lady cruised to glory in the heads or tails round and including the first sympathy jug, we enjoyed 3 free jugs of the golden stuff.
And then in a final moment of sheer inspiration, we perfectly timed our joker, doubling our points on the round we aced. Glory upon glory, we nudged into third place to steel the boxed chocolate and champagne prize that we enjoyed as our victory feast before heading home to our beds, not more than 30 minutes away from anyone.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
We have a RESULT!!
It's been rather a crazy week round here, so much so that I have hardly had time to fill anyone in on the BIG result that came through earlier in the week.
THE Announcement was made!!!!! sound the trumpets!! The announcement heralds a new era in my workplace....
THE Announcement was made!!!!! sound the trumpets!! The announcement heralds a new era in my workplace....
- two nasty nasty children will be going
- two nasty nasty senior cits will be going
- one lovely (very stressed) sales manager takes the reins
- 5 fresh faced recruiters will be freed from their shackles to fly amongst the money
- one downtrodden accountant will smile again
- and one well established company will find new legs and run forward into it's true destiny!!
HURRAH!!
Now we just wait till the money is exchanged and we can wave a rather rude sign at the backs of the outgoing aforementioned peoples. Isn't life sweet!
Free T-shirt
Hello All. You may remember quite some time ago in the Blog's infancy, I posted about an online store called Remo. I have purchased from there a few times and enjoy receiving the newsletter every week or so. The staff are friendly, the products are excellent and I admire the way the business is run. In this week's newsletter was a very interesting item.
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We have just over 21,000 CustOMERs registered online today.[...] This compares with the 100,000 that were on our old catalogue mailing list back in the offline Darlinghurst days. Once we get our online community up to around 50,000 we'll be at the point where we can start cranking up the product development and bringing back lots of those old REMO favourites ... especially the higher volume items of apparel e.g. pyjamas, shirts, pants, etc.
So, how do we get there?
Many of you are already aware of our sponsorship programme. It's based on the premise (an intelligent one we think) that the best source of NEW CustOMERs is VIA a network of delighted EXISTING CustOMERs. The premise is a core driver for our entire business. To date, your reward for bringing us NEW CustOMERs has not been directly financial ... although there are indirect tangible benefits i.e. successful sponsorships earn you REMO Points, points can earn you Very Special CustOMER ("VSC") status within our community, and VSC status scores you various free gifts with orders and private offers that others are not eligible for.
Sponsorship is our most significant source of NEW CustOMERs. That's a good thing ... remarkable really. However, it could be SO MUCH MORE significant. Think about it. If only 10% of you got busy on the sponsorship front such that you brought in (say) 10 NEW CustOMERs each, then our numbers would immediately jump by 20,000 and double. That would be a big deal for us right now.
So, how do we accelerate the natural process?
We've thought long and hard about introducing bounties and rewards for sponsorship (using REMO Dollars) ... BUT we've always decided against the change because it adds a flavour to the process that is not there right now. In fact, most of our sponsors do it for the love, and the natural desire to tip people off about something "cool" (see below).
Anyway, we've been talking directly to a bunch of our REMO evangelists; and, as a result, we've decided to offer a BIG reward ... not to YOU, but rather to the person you're sponsoring. So, here's the punch line:
As from today everyone you sponsor AND all existing sponsored CustOMERs who've yet to Join Us will be able to order a FREE T SHIRT from REMO. No strings attached.
It's a GIFT ... paid for by REMO but given to the recipient by YOU.
As Tom Rielly at TED recently remarked: "I'm a big REMO fan as you know, but I haven't done much sponsoring. On the other hand, I LOVE giving things to people, and I would love nothing more than being able to give the GIFT of a free REMO T Shirt. Add THAT feature to your sponsorship process and I'll tell everybody I know."
So, it's done. Let's give it a 3 month trial and see how it goes.
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so basically its a free t-shirt for signing up. You pay the postage and that's it. let me know if you are interested and I'll sponsor you.
"
We have just over 21,000 CustOMERs registered online today.[...] This compares with the 100,000 that were on our old catalogue mailing list back in the offline Darlinghurst days. Once we get our online community up to around 50,000 we'll be at the point where we can start cranking up the product development and bringing back lots of those old REMO favourites ... especially the higher volume items of apparel e.g. pyjamas, shirts, pants, etc.
So, how do we get there?
Many of you are already aware of our sponsorship programme. It's based on the premise (an intelligent one we think) that the best source of NEW CustOMERs is VIA a network of delighted EXISTING CustOMERs. The premise is a core driver for our entire business. To date, your reward for bringing us NEW CustOMERs has not been directly financial ... although there are indirect tangible benefits i.e. successful sponsorships earn you REMO Points, points can earn you Very Special CustOMER ("VSC") status within our community, and VSC status scores you various free gifts with orders and private offers that others are not eligible for.
Sponsorship is our most significant source of NEW CustOMERs. That's a good thing ... remarkable really. However, it could be SO MUCH MORE significant. Think about it. If only 10% of you got busy on the sponsorship front such that you brought in (say) 10 NEW CustOMERs each, then our numbers would immediately jump by 20,000 and double. That would be a big deal for us right now.
So, how do we accelerate the natural process?
We've thought long and hard about introducing bounties and rewards for sponsorship (using REMO Dollars) ... BUT we've always decided against the change because it adds a flavour to the process that is not there right now. In fact, most of our sponsors do it for the love, and the natural desire to tip people off about something "cool" (see below).
Anyway, we've been talking directly to a bunch of our REMO evangelists; and, as a result, we've decided to offer a BIG reward ... not to YOU, but rather to the person you're sponsoring. So, here's the punch line:
As from today everyone you sponsor AND all existing sponsored CustOMERs who've yet to Join Us will be able to order a FREE T SHIRT from REMO. No strings attached.
It's a GIFT ... paid for by REMO but given to the recipient by YOU.
As Tom Rielly at TED recently remarked: "I'm a big REMO fan as you know, but I haven't done much sponsoring. On the other hand, I LOVE giving things to people, and I would love nothing more than being able to give the GIFT of a free REMO T Shirt. Add THAT feature to your sponsorship process and I'll tell everybody I know."
So, it's done. Let's give it a 3 month trial and see how it goes.
"
so basically its a free t-shirt for signing up. You pay the postage and that's it. let me know if you are interested and I'll sponsor you.
And the winner is...
Anzac Club
Mrs F: 1 vote for
Mattess: 1 vote against
Nicholai: 1 vote for (by proxy)
Bron W: 1 vote for
Sarah: 1 vote for (by default)
John: 1 vote against (withdrawn in spirit of diplomacy)
John: 1 vote for
Majority: for
Trivie starts at 7:30pm. Be there or be against popular opinion.
Mrs F: 1 vote for
Mattess: 1 vote against
Nicholai: 1 vote for (by proxy)
Bron W: 1 vote for
Sarah: 1 vote for (by default)
John: 1 vote against (withdrawn in spirit of diplomacy)
John: 1 vote for
Majority: for
Trivie starts at 7:30pm. Be there or be against popular opinion.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
SRF in CRISIS!!!
Friends. Yet another desolate Thursday is about to roll around, leaving our humble quorum faced with the prospect of yet another painful exposure to 'video trivia' at our old haunt. I propose that as we have not yet found a permanent substitute to Kelly's, we schedule an interim alternative for this coming week.
We could pick another pub or bar and all come up with some scintillating conversation?
We could give Mattess's Bollywood restaurant a burl just for a nice change?
We could make a cameo appearance at the Anzac club Trivia?
We could invite ourselves over to the HOC for a game of trivial pursuit?
We could have a house warming party at Mattess's house and he could cook some festive Bill Granger recipes, hopefully involving pistassios?
Any other ideas for a quiet Thursday night?
We could pick another pub or bar and all come up with some scintillating conversation?
We could give Mattess's Bollywood restaurant a burl just for a nice change?
We could make a cameo appearance at the Anzac club Trivia?
We could invite ourselves over to the HOC for a game of trivial pursuit?
We could have a house warming party at Mattess's house and he could cook some festive Bill Granger recipes, hopefully involving pistassios?
Any other ideas for a quiet Thursday night?
Friday, May 11, 2007
QLD
I'm really struggling to face up to what I have to get done today - namely finish off my hardship presentation for Canberra next week. I'm SICK TO DEATH OF LOOKING AT THOSE SLIDES!
So as a quick diversion, I am posting about my lovely long weekend with my folks in QLD that I cleverly worked in with a work visit on Tuesday.
Here's my Ma and the mutt at a pretty little wooden church in Beaudesert.
So as a quick diversion, I am posting about my lovely long weekend with my folks in QLD that I cleverly worked in with a work visit on Tuesday.
Here's my Ma and the mutt at a pretty little wooden church in Beaudesert.Thursday, May 10, 2007
It's a non-trivia matter
Well I took a look around at trivia options since Kellys decided to commit trivia suicide, the options are sparse I have to say. So far I have...
Berkeley Hotel, Chippendale. 7pm (too early) every other Thursday night (too infrequent). No idea what pub or surroundings are like?
Northbridge Golf course. Not great to get to and I live relatively near it, no surrounding food options. On the plus side the beer is probably cheap.
Can anyone come up with anything better - this is getting desperate.
Berkeley Hotel, Chippendale. 7pm (too early) every other Thursday night (too infrequent). No idea what pub or surroundings are like?
Northbridge Golf course. Not great to get to and I live relatively near it, no surrounding food options. On the plus side the beer is probably cheap.
Can anyone come up with anything better - this is getting desperate.
SFF - On Sale Day!
So Todays Game - how many names can you find that you know in the 2007 Sydney Film Festival Guide - available in todays SMH.
For opening night tickets please see e-mail to follow
Yay~!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
GOLD!
Most of you have probably heard about my dear and wonderful friend at work, Natalie. Coming from Israel, her first language is not english...this is never more evident than when she starts trying to use cliches and colloquialisms.
A few of her recent gems that are still making us laugh include:
"lets not water the bridge - we should act now"
"you have hit the nail on the hammer"
"you will be footloose and pantie free"
and her most recent from today was... "she keeps her cards close to her shoulders"
Hillarious....we all need a good laugh sometimes and Nat never fails to deliver...bless her little cotton socks.
A few of her recent gems that are still making us laugh include:
"lets not water the bridge - we should act now"
"you have hit the nail on the hammer"
"you will be footloose and pantie free"
and her most recent from today was... "she keeps her cards close to her shoulders"
Hillarious....we all need a good laugh sometimes and Nat never fails to deliver...bless her little cotton socks.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
The Mighty SRF play on!
Don't know if any of you have checked in on the North Sydney Futsal Website recently, but the Winter season begins on Monday 21st May. That's only 2 weeks away!
So get those shin pads aired, iron your shirts and bring your $10 along for our first game of the season where we're gonna kick butt!
2007 Winter Season goal: win at least 2 games and halve our GD.
It's a big fat goal, but the Mighty SRF can achieve it! Go the Mighty SRF!
In honour of G'Nick's birthday..."That is all"
So get those shin pads aired, iron your shirts and bring your $10 along for our first game of the season where we're gonna kick butt!
2007 Winter Season goal: win at least 2 games and halve our GD.
It's a big fat goal, but the Mighty SRF can achieve it! Go the Mighty SRF!
In honour of G'Nick's birthday..."That is all"
Random fact for the day
Naked Mole Rats lack Substance P, a neuropeptide involved in some kinds of pain - including that caused by eating hot chillies. As a result, when Naked Mole Rats eat chillies, they feel no pain!
Look at him - look right into those tiny little beady eyes. You can just tell that he's thinking about eating chilli right now!
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Friday, May 04, 2007
Congratulations Bryan!
on your new role in the city of Churches.
So lets for a minute shine a spotlight on that little corner of our country.
So lets for a minute shine a spotlight on that little corner of our country.Adelaide is the fifth largest city in Australia, with a population of over 1.1 million. Named in honour of Queen Adelaide, the consort of King William IV, the city was founded in 1836 as the planned capital for the only freely-settled British province in Australia. Colonel William Light, designed the city and chose its location. Prior to British settlement, the Adelaide area was inhabited by the Kaurna Aboriginal tribe.
From its earliest, Adelaide attracted immigrants from many countries, particularly German migrants escaping religious persecution. They brought with them the vine cuttings that founded the acclaimed wineries of the Barossa Valley. After the Second World War, Italians, Greeks, Dutch, Poles, and possibly every other European nationality came to make a new start. An influx of Asian immigrants following the Vietnam War added to the mix. These new arrivals have blended to form a rich and diverse cuisine and vibrant restaurant culture.
Overall, Adelaide is ageing much more rapidly than other Australian capital cities. Just under a quarter (24.1%) of Adelaide's population is aged 55 years or older, in comparison to the national average of 19.9%.
Adelaide's economy is primarily based around manufacturing, defence technology and research, commodity export and corresponding service industries.
The music of Adelaide has produced various musicians who have achieved both national and worldwide fame. Notably The Mark of Cain, The Superjesus, Testeagles, The Angels, Cold Chisel and Eric Bogle. American artist Ben Folds considers Adelaide his second home, epitomised in his song "Adelaide" and resides here with his Adelaide-born wife for a number of months each year. The first Australian Idol winner, Guy Sebastian, the Hardcore metal band I Killed the Prom Queen and the popular Australian hip-hop outfit Hilltop Hoods also emerged from Adelaide.
Police question boys who raised a stink
I was on this train, in the carriage they let the stink bomb off in. Little bastards made me late for uni.
It's funny how everything's terrorism now.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/police-question-boys-who-raised-a-stink/2007/05/04/1177788353130.html
It's funny how everything's terrorism now.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/police-question-boys-who-raised-a-stink/2007/05/04/1177788353130.html
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
General Catch up
Hello all! It's been a while since I last posted and many things are happening. Thought I'd just put up a little blurb about life to fill you in. As Tyres would say "woop woop You Luuuucky Peepol" (for all who have no idea what I am talking about, please refer to season 1 or 2 of Spaced)
So, where to begin. Ok, My sister and her Hubby John have bought a new house! and thank the Lord it isn't miles away! They now own a rather large, rather 70's style house with a massive mess of a backyard. Since (please sing) WE.. ARE.. FA-MILY! Julian and I headed over there on the weekend to dig up the most amazing collection of bricks, black plastic and large plates of concrete I have ever seen. It was hard work, but by the end of the day (and after a rather yummy sausage sizzle...who said BBQ season is dead??) they had a different kind of mess in their yard...mainly of the huge loads of dirt variety. Typically the boys wanted to help and it was only after about 4 shovel fulls that we realised 3 year old Michael was trying, single handedly, to fill the shed with the newly dug dirt. Gee kids are fun!
We are also gearing up for the "weeleasing of wodger", Roger the beer has been sitting calmly and coolly in the spare room and a certain sneaky Flitcroft has been surreptitiously tasting him. From all reports, Roger is doing well and should mature into a beer the House of Fillet can be proud of...stay tuned for tasting invite.
Poor Prince William has been having a few issues. Turns out one of the crimps that connects the earth to the battery is a little skewiff. After dying on me a few times and a visit from the friendly NRMA, he is back on the road, but in need of a little tweak. (Note to Flit: Maybe we should book that in?)
For a little overseas news...most of you know my mate Kenny....he's heading off to the UK for 2 years! argh! we'll miss you Mate. That's enough about him.
Work is going well, if a little hectic. Bitches are getting slapped down (which I am very much in favour of) and annoying oldies are staying at home (again...totally in favour!).
I am rather proud of my next achievement....I haven't watched a single episode of Big Brother this season! How great is that? I am also Biggest loser free and mostly void of neighbours...I blame Noodle for my years of mindless TV! Ha!
Anyway, it's all getting a bit long, much longer than I originally meant this catch up to be....
So, where to begin. Ok, My sister and her Hubby John have bought a new house! and thank the Lord it isn't miles away! They now own a rather large, rather 70's style house with a massive mess of a backyard. Since (please sing) WE.. ARE.. FA-MILY! Julian and I headed over there on the weekend to dig up the most amazing collection of bricks, black plastic and large plates of concrete I have ever seen. It was hard work, but by the end of the day (and after a rather yummy sausage sizzle...who said BBQ season is dead??) they had a different kind of mess in their yard...mainly of the huge loads of dirt variety. Typically the boys wanted to help and it was only after about 4 shovel fulls that we realised 3 year old Michael was trying, single handedly, to fill the shed with the newly dug dirt. Gee kids are fun!
We are also gearing up for the "weeleasing of wodger", Roger the beer has been sitting calmly and coolly in the spare room and a certain sneaky Flitcroft has been surreptitiously tasting him. From all reports, Roger is doing well and should mature into a beer the House of Fillet can be proud of...stay tuned for tasting invite.
Poor Prince William has been having a few issues. Turns out one of the crimps that connects the earth to the battery is a little skewiff. After dying on me a few times and a visit from the friendly NRMA, he is back on the road, but in need of a little tweak. (Note to Flit: Maybe we should book that in?)
For a little overseas news...most of you know my mate Kenny....he's heading off to the UK for 2 years! argh! we'll miss you Mate. That's enough about him.
Work is going well, if a little hectic. Bitches are getting slapped down (which I am very much in favour of) and annoying oldies are staying at home (again...totally in favour!).
I am rather proud of my next achievement....I haven't watched a single episode of Big Brother this season! How great is that? I am also Biggest loser free and mostly void of neighbours...I blame Noodle for my years of mindless TV! Ha!
Anyway, it's all getting a bit long, much longer than I originally meant this catch up to be....
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