the big dick

So he's gone. He had the motorway too and from the airport closed so he could get from the airport to his hotel, and had the Harbour Bridge closed so he could pop over to little Johnnie Howard's place for lunch. Don't worry about the rest of us having to get across town, you just close all of the roads so your motorcade can pass through. Twat. All this so Australia can crawl up the US arse and secure trade deals and wotnot. That's all it is. This bollocks about "just" wars and coalition blah blah. Give it a rest, we're not stupid. Just tell us it's about money so we can continue to live in the manner to which we have become accustomed. Sure we'll feel bad for a while, but new cars, designer clothes and MTV help us forget our conscience. Cannot wait until September when Dubya arrives for the APEC summit...

The weekend so far

Friday night and Boston the dog came to visit and Sal was kept awake and got very, very grumpy when she had to evict him from our garden at 00:30. He was back again when I got up in the morning, I evicted him again and he came straight back, making the leap into our garden from the back of the carport. Now blocked, we shall see if he manages to get in again. Rumpole seems to enjoy the company, and that bodes well for when we get our next dog and his live in playmate - our Irish Water Spaniel. Latest news is that we should get him-or-her in July or August. Also on Friday evening I evicted the cricket that is on the pic. Fast forward to this morning and I took Rumpole to Mosman to meet with JCJ, have a walk and some breakfast. We let him off lead and he played with a few other dogs, all of which outpaced him - I think his ears cause a lot of drag and slow him. After that JCJ and I had breakfast at Wharfies. He is a regular and the breakfast we had is called "The Jonathan". I kid you not, I saw what was written down on the waitresses pad. He - Rumpole, maybe JCJ too - is now knackered and fast asleep. To complete dog news, we had a bit of rain last night and some reasonable thunder and lightening and unlike his mate Oscar the labradoodle, who is scared of the flashing and banging, Rumpole happily trotted outside to see what it was all about.

Breakfast and the walk were in lieu of a dive that did not happen this morning. Typically enough, having yesterday planned a morning dive for today, I awoke to rain and a howling southerly. Low tide was at 10:30ish so all in all the dive would, likely, have been very poor. Breakfast, on the other hand, was great. We'd tee'd up the dive yesterday afternoon. I ran to Dive 2000 in Neutral Bay at lunch time yesterday to see JCJ and Josie. Daft move,I sweated my arse out and despite drinking litres of water all afternoon I didn't take a piss for over 6hrs. I need ot get far more on top of this dehydration thing in the humid Sydney summer. So had it been blowing from the south yesterday afternoon and hot and sunny this morning the weekend would have been rather different. I'm knackered now, but feel like having a jog so as to not waste this better-for-running weather.

Early Sunday afternoon tele ads are as good as late night ads. I can order an Ab-King Pro - but I must call now - or if I sms my name and my prospective mate's name to some number I will get a message back that shows a percentage love-match score. Based upon numerology. Fantastic! Wouldn't it be easier to stop idiots from having money in the first place instead of going to these farcical ends to get it back from them?