blog timing

Yesterday afternoon I spent some time on the front porch, sun high in the sky, beer in hand, cricket streaming over the internet and England 3.5 hours without losing a wicket. I grabbed Sal's K-Jam potable phone-stroke-windows CE device and failed to post an entry to my blog. Had I succeeded it would have been full of superlatives about how life really does not get much better and how the stoic Englishmen were bravely inching towards some sort of a result from the third test. Or a least not another defeat. Even the Australian commentary team were suggesting we'd get something out of the game. But that time has passed and with it a few more wickets so the backfill is nowhere near as glowing.

Instead I feel a rant approaching. I am getting sorely pissed off with the Enland cricket team's ability to put in passages of play that con me into thinking we have a chance. And then, just when the belief gets to a crescendo, we shit it. Bollocks. Again. I'm starting to see cricket as little more than my fix of summer dissapointment while waiting for a major football tournament to start.

I am really not a fan of the K-Jam; well not strictly true, it may be Windows CE or Mobile or whatever it's called that I'm not a fan of. With device and software it took ages to find my wireless network, though once connected it did stay connected. But I could not post to my blog and could not open Yahoo! webmail. And in not being able to do those two things, the two things I had wanted to do, the browser kind of froze, presumably while trying to work out how to do what it couldn't. Oh, and in Hotmail I could not find attachments. In principle the device is great. Yesterday afternoon in use it was not.

Yesterday was a fairly lazy sunday and therefore you can skip this bit. No car chases, gunfights or large dangerous animals. There was a large cricket in the lid of the recycling bin, taking the spot previously occupied by a huntsman spider. It is only today that the subtle irony of cricket and rubbish has dawned upon me. Got up early and called Dad in London. I tried and failed to work out which of the boxes delivered to his place where his and Becky's and which Darren's. No idea. They can sort it out on Chritmas day. I cycled to Chatswood (under 10mins) to get a spare inner tube and cycled to the bottle shop (under 2mins) to get some ice for the Esky that we put beers and wine in for our approaching dinner guests. Tidying up 'my' cave under the house and listening to cricket made up the rest of the day until Simon and Simone arrived at around 5:30, followed shortly after by Simmo and Lisa. Simon, Simmo (aka Simon), Simone and Lisa? 'one of these things is not like the others' Sesame Street moment with those names.

Sal was in her element, entertaining friends in her very own house and showing off, in the nicest possible way, her expanding collection of chromed kitchen gadgets. We should be sponsored by Dualit. We did the grand tour of the house - 5mins - and handed out drinks and started to catch up. Last time I had seen Simon and Simone, who are in Aus from their current home in Singapore, was when Sal and I stayed at their flat in New York, last November. Oh what jet setting lives we lead. Simmo's Lisa is new to us; they've been together for over a year. We approve of her though, she's nice and she can stay. We opened champagne and cheersed everyone for everything worthy of a cheersing. Apart from the one thing that was most cheersworthy and we found out later; Simone s 13wks pregnant.

All other news was kinda eclipsed by that. The evening was a fairly standard, and therefore very nice, catch up discussing stuff live having a baby in Singapore and the snow conditions in Japan. Oh yeah, I also spoke to Jon. We got a phone call and that was strange because we do not, as such, have a phone. I'd left the laptop on after the cricket and it had our Skype phone attached. So when Jon Skyped (anoher non verb) from Hong King the phone rang. Took me a split second to work out what as going on. We had a chat for a while before I remembered the guests, wished him wel and hung up. I can't remember the last time reciveing a phone call, on a phone, was such a novelty. Probably last week when JCJ did the same thing. I had been drinking though, and that may account for the extra novelty.

I drank too much which is not a lot these days but enough to give me a foggy morning. I'd felt like having a few drinks to celbrate having a not normal brain. What better way than to kill a chunk of it with alcohol?