The Blonde

It was my last working day for 4 weeks yesterday since we fly back to the UK on Sunday and what does my dear wife do, yes, lock herself (and the wee lad) out of the unit (that's a flat to British folk) during the morning.

Did I drive home let her in and then drive back to work? No, I had a list of tasks as long my.......arm.......to complete and so I now feel very guilty, very guilty indeed. She's been very good about it though, she said she was fine etc, she doesn't blame me and she had a nice day, but I reckon I'll cop for it later, you know when I'm not expecting it, you know what these women folk are like???!!!

And on that slightly dodgy note I'll stop typing and go and enjoy my life whilst I still can.

This edition of The Wining Pom was brought to you by Twinings English Breakfast tea.....

Derby....

I watched the Man Utd v Man City match last night (recording), after spending all day at work avoiding finding out the result and telling people NOT to tell me.

What a splendid result, can't believe the sky blues of Manchester beat the Red Devils at Old Trafford....un-bloody-believable.....6v1, obviously exaggerated due to the red card but at least we’ve got a bit of a lead at the top because with Man U in second we’re guna need it!

But the one thing that annoyed me was the commentary; I don’t know what it was like in sunny Blighty but how the commentators changed during the game. At first they started hailing Man U for their second to NONE record at home and their dominance throughout the premier league years, and to be honest who the heck can deny it, by far and away the most successful club in England for the last 20 years! But then, when Balotelli slotted in the opening goal the mood changed and they were suddenly City fans. The icing on the cake (hhhhhmmmmmm  ccaaakkkkee!) came when Evans pulled back Balotelli and was sent off and then poor Evans became a scape goat for everything and one commentator said “I always said that Evans has always got one mistake per game in him”…..bull cr@p! Then after the match we had Mark Bosnich’s “expert” view on how Man U and Sir Alex will deal with it…..I’m sorry but he was probably too smacked off his nut to remember what was going on.

Anyway, rant over, still can’t get over the result and yes to any Man U fan who reads this, I do understand that the game ended up being one sided after the sending off but hey, C’est La Vie!

Splashing Out......

I've just had may first banana for months......the missus bought them today so I believe she has either a) come in to money or b) taken leave of her senses or c) thought sod it! Can't believe they are still $10/Kg!!

Commuters beware.....

Most of you are probably aware that I commute to and from work every day, which largely consists of a walk, a train, a bus followed by another walk or another bus depending on the weather and if I’m lazy. Generally the commuting goes without a glitch but occasionally one is hindered in ones travelling by the unsuspecting half wits.

One type of halfwit generally has a certain… maturity….aye, maturity, that’s a good way of saying ancient or old!...Anyway, these “mature” people usually come out of hiding on very hot days or when its pi55ing down. They stand at the bus stop like any other person discreetly camouflaged. The bus then turns up and other commuters automatically stand aside in the baking heat or rain and let the mature halfwit thru the throng to the bus doors. At which point the halfwit suddenly realises they are catching a bus and then proceed to stand still, just inside the bus doors, searching thru all manner of bags looking for a bus pass or loose change whilst the rest of the commuters get baked in the heat or soaked in the rain.

Another set of halfwits hinder the happy commuter are the actual chauffeurs themselves, yes the bus drivers! These folk have to put up with a fair amount of grief, generally from the “youth of today”. In saying this, some have taking it upon themselves to reduce this grief by simply driving straight past would be passengers, including myself. If you are not aware, in Sydney you have to flag down buses so they stop. Recently, I not only was waving manically to stop the damn thing but actually stepped into the bus line just to watch the bloomin’ inbred accelerate and narrowly miss me as I stepped back on to the pavement into the other 3 work colleagues who were also waving down the bus. The eejit didn’t stop…..ggrrrrr.

 So I hope this offers some insight into the torrid life of an ordinary commuter, and probably a little more of an insight into my deluded psyche. 

 All the best with your commuting……