Getting away
31 December 2005, 13:20
That’s holding the ball, Umpire!!!... Click to enlarge in Gallery
McG and I’ve just returned from a couple of glorious days down the coast at Rye. And never in my life have I seen Australia look more like Japan… there were people everywhere, I’m not kidding. You had to fight for a patch of sand, a carpark, a spot in the “highway” (the Nepean is so not a highway, it’s more of a crawlway) queue. The only thing missing was a band of friendly chaps to take your order for beachside bentos + cocktail service.
We have friends who have a holiday home down there which is about 10 minutes walk to the Beach, but Fat Gut can’t even walk that far, so McG was burdened with having to drop me off and attempt to sell his first-born (ouch… not yet thanks…) for an illegal park.
Rye Beach Hut (I think is meant to be Astroboy with a dodgy blue dye-job)...
The water, however, was magnificent. Melbourne is not exactly a beach culture and you kinda have to drive 2 hours from the city to hit a decent beach, but hell, it was worth it…
Returned last night to rather “balmy” temps – am doing my damnedest today not to lose my pleasant disposition in 43 degree heat. Yes. It really is very hot. Thank crap for aircon and a Husband who agrees to tackle the shopping in such a stifling state…
Since getting back, we’ve caught up with various friends in town for fly-in visits. At brunch this morning, the first thing our friend “S” said to me, was “Look at your boobs! They’re… magnificent!!!” Why, yes they are in fact. Pregnancy makes for top-shelf boobs. ‘Tis certainly a shame they are flying south for the Summer…
S was fascinated with Fat Gut and kept wanting to touch it. This I certainly don’t mind and it’s nice when people ask if they can touch it (which S did). So far I haven’t had any strangers copping a feel, but work colleagues and friends have occasionally gone the grope without asking. I don’t hate that exactly, but it is in the Golden Triangle people and can be a tad confronting.
Fat Gut, Friend & Husband…
Tonight’s New Years plans are very simple. Eat a salad. Have a cold shower. Get my Gut out. That is all. Anything else would be mere folly…
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