I swear...
30 September 2004, 18:23
...if little Johnny Puff’n’Stuff wins this election I’m seriously considering emigrating. To a country not governed by some cuckolded prat panting to lick the scum off Bush’s cowboy boots. Oh, wait a second…
Talking about getting away, far away… husband is off to Sydney next weekend and I want to get get away for Saturday night. You know, reacquaint myself with the pre-marriage Kinki. I need somewhere within 90 minutes drive of Melbourne (I’m thinking Marysville, Daylesford etc.) in an idyllic relaxing country setting, say, a cottage or b&b nestled into the foothills somewhere (sorry, channelling Merchant Ivory there…), no more than $120 a night, which is amenable to a single wench. Can anyone help a poor abandoned Kinki with a suggestion???
Permanent Link | Comments [16]Photo Friday "Furry"
28 September 2004, 17:54
Permanent Link | Comments [1]Grand Final Weekend
27 September 2004, 17:40
So, what do Kinki and McG do in Melbourne on Grand Final Weekend? They get the hell out of it, of course!
Now, I love my AFL. If a Melbourne team had made it to the final I may have been remotely interested, but considering my own team got a thorough thwacking with the wooden spoon this year, and those smug bastards Brisbane Lions were in the final again (boooooring) the whole thing just smacked of anti-cllimax.
We haven’t been car-camping for over 3 years (I’m talking about proper tent camping, not the sanitised “Let’ssleepinacabinwithwarmcosyfutons” style of camping our Japanese friends took for granted), so we headed up to the Upper Yarra Reservoir NP, the camping ground you get to when the Warburton highway ends, about an hour and a half from Melbourne.
“Davies, there’s no ‘u’ in ‘moose’”
There are hot showers and toilets, but otherwise it’s pretty rugged (erm… not really, but it’s really very pretty). When we got there, the incorrigible Davies’ had already set up camp and were enjoying a roaring camp fire, a nice cup of tea and a sit down. A busload of euro-australians had monopolised the picnic ground, playing boule (sppeelinng?) drinking grappa and checking out our little campsite. When they left there was only one other campsite at the other side of the park.
That night we tucked into vegetarian fajitas (without the tortillas or salsa because I forgetted them), beef stew, a truckload of beer (Danes was on the light beer being with child and all) and port and toasted marshmallows.
Shit, I’d really missed the Aussie camping experience. I’d had such a stressful week at work, it was imperative I unwind in idyllic surroundings lest the ballistic-bunny get the upper hand.
And the Davies were perfect camping-buddies. Major Davies stepped over the line once, rigging up a rope between his truck and a tree near our tent, so that he could make the tree rustle from the comfort of the truck and make us think that mooses were about to tread onto our tent. He thought it tremendously funny, although disappointed that we didn’t take the bait. I failed to understand why he didn’t just come out and shake the tree himself. Turns out it was “too cold outside”. And he calls himself a Man of Danger.
By the time we got home, everyone in Melbourne had recovered from their hangovers and the Grand Final was a distant memory (who won again???)...
Permanent Link | Comments [4]Photo Friday "Domestic"
20 September 2004, 18:22
100% Chinese produce… ahem, except for the Pepsi and Coke…
Top 10 reasons why I love living in Melbourne...
19 September 2004, 19:01
You can experience a semblance of the four seasons - we have an Autumn! We have a Spring! OK, a piss poor one compared to the merry Northern Hemisphere, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.
The cafe and restaurant culture. I’m going out on a limb to say you couldn’t eat or drink better anywhere in Australia. Even the WORLD!
The ethnicity. I was walking down the main street near my place last week, and in the space of 5 minutes heard English, Greek, Italian, Chinese and what I think was Turkish. And don’t even start my on our local Greek grocery warehouse. When people pray to Mecca, they point in that direction.
