Half an Update

Harry and Vicki is old news. We all know that, to quote Stuart Roff, "where it is at" ismy life because I will very shortly become an uncle. Which is obviously hugeand new news. (Stuart, I don't care what Milly says, you are definitely "with it".)

I'm actually writing this from work instead of, you know, doing work largely because I can. I should also say I am writing this at work instead of, you know, doing work largely because I canand I have just been handed a glass of wine. (It turns out that when I delegated to some of my existing staff the responsibility of hiring new staff they very sensibly chose as a new staff member a person whose father owns a winery.)

At the moment my work consists of turning up to a building every weekday, looking at cats and cat-related things on the internet until I get hungry, going to get some food, going back to the same building when I am no longer hungry because I have eaten some food, researching on the internet whether or not penguin would taste like chicken, fish or a combination of both, and then walking home in the afternoon. I also have to make sure that my staff pretends to be busy when I stop looking at cats and cat-related things on the internet. Sometimes I mix things up by stopping off at a pub on the walk home. Variety is the spice of life after all. On very rare occasions I will completely shake up the routine by doing stuff.

One example of the stuff I occasionally do includes going to Jake's 40^th with Alaine, Nick and Rowan. We started from Marianne and Stuart's house because we know Marianne owns a car and while Alaine distracted Marianne by performing a jig Nick stole the car keys. At one point during the trip Rowan took off his headphones and referred to our group as "The Awesome Gang" and then said, "Wow! How good is this? The Awesome Gang go on a road trip!" At which point Nick suggested Rowan should put his headphones back on and then when Rowan put his headphones back on Nick said, "We should stop for petrol, let Rowan go inside and pay for it and while he is doing that we should drive off. Without him. Just to be clear, we should drive off without Rowan." Alaine and I agreed. But who knew Rowan was resourceful enough to actually make his own way to Lismore from the service station one kilometre from Marianne and Stuart's house where we had stopped to get petrol in order to get to Lismore? Once in Lismore, and after apologising to Rowan for the misunderstanding, we had a great time. There is some footage floating around somewhere on my mobile phone of a dance competition between Glenn & Sue and Rod & Sharon, as well as some stellar footage of Band 6. We (Damian and Joe included) also drank beers made by KISS. That's right, the KISS. I can't be sure how much involvement Gene Simmons has in the brewing process but the beer makes you want to "rock and roll all night and party every day."

Another example of the stuff I occasionally do is go down to Melbourne where I get treated to lunch by Grant and Julia, drink all of Nick's beers, have Dom give up his bed for me and then not sleep in Dom's bed and then get into an argument with the woman at the Tiger counter when I am told I missed the 45 minute cut off point for checking in because I have been waiting in the line to check in for 45 minutes before the 45 minute cut off point.

My suggestion for the name of the spawn produced Harry and Vicki depends upon whether or not it is a boy or a girl. If it is a boy my suggestion is Rudy. If it is a girl my suggestion is Rudy.

(Aunty Sue, I got the article from The Australian about hipsters. I'm even more of a hipster now because I have a beardand thick-rimmed glasses. How was the Larapinta Trail?)