My darling wife, Kimi
a) went out in the sun
b) attended a sporting event; and
c) attended a sorting event IN the sun
She snapped the pics (if they turn out) of me at the Cole Classic at Manly.
a) went out in the sun
b) attended a sporting event; and
c) attended a sorting event IN the sun
She snapped the pics (if they turn out) of me at the Cole Classic at Manly.
I should be easy to recognise by
a) my impersonation of Grant's belly; and
b) (according to the Grant Roff theorem) the Big Seage Nose.
Despite rumours, the guy to my right is not related, but wow what a hooter. Actually it is Max Metzker, who may have been an Olympian. Max and I talked tactics - swim the backstroke (his specialty), they'll think we're sharks and evacuate the water. The race is ours.....next year.
I finished but not sure of my time, as the judges are still deliberating: seems my nose crossed the finishing line a full 30 seconds before the timepiece on my ankle. And that is a long nose - the 17 (?) second record at Lismore just may come under threat.
(I feel a monologue coming on). Kimi retreated back home and prepared lunch, still mostly unimpressed about sport and sun.
Hope this worked.
Brendan
7 comments:
Hey, Brendan - your swim time would improve with a nose job but here's another tip: when you get changed to go swimming, leave your socks in your shoes - don't stuff them down the front of your trunks! It looks like it was a great adventure for all concerned, Kimi included. Oh, and thanks for drawing attention to my girth - wasn't actually aware that I'd put on weight until you brought it up..
Great post Brendan. The only thing you missed out on is selecting "centre" not "left" when posting images. That way the text doesn't wrap around it all funny. Nice work in the swim too!
Nice post and a good effort Brendan but when is Kimi coming to Armidale to cook!
Still fancy a beer after work on Monday night, Brendan? I'll call you on Sunday night (because I have your number) and we'll sort something out.
Hey Daniel, you're not replying to my SMS texts. Have I got the wrong number for you or do you hate me. Or am I just too unreliable to bother with?
Well, yes and no. The first message suggested we meet on the Thursday, while the second message - the one sent, I think, on the Wednesday afternoon - said the dinner was on that night. I was still at work and didn't feel like going so I thought my silence would speak volumes.
As a gesture to make up for the confusion, would you care to join me on Monday night for a drink? Or, perhaps we could meet at The Roxbury on St Johns road in Glebe for a $5 steak? Trust me, they're damn good.
Grant: ping pong balls actually. Old swimmer's trick for extra buoyancy. Nice of you to notice though.
Daniel: Monday would be good. I loiter around Town Hall - the Bowlers Club on York Street maybe has beer at convenient prices, or the Basement Happy Hour. Glebe may be out of my territory.
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