Only there isn't a bigger boat. Well, no longer, wider, taller or faster liner. Sydney, say hello to the Queen Mary II. Maybe it was bringing in more naughty pills for Sly, also in Sydney this week...and what is thatI read...after Rocky Balboa we get Rambo IV: Pearl of the Cobra. Get in there! Or oh dear. Oh dear oh dear.Back ot the boat. Ship. Whatever. I've not seen it yet, but I heard it from this morning. We live 8km form the City but the horn can be heard from 16km. Mara, in Randwick a mere 6km from the City said it was l-o-u-d. Lunchtime run will be to have a gawp methinks.
Lunchtime run was somewhat longer than usual as I dodged gawpers, gridlocked traffic and old people. Lots of old people. The boat I had not seen this morning - despite leaving early to get an early gawp - is big. Very, very big. But, and I don't know why, I was not as impressed as I thought I'd be. Don't know why, don't know what I was expecting, but I was not absolutely blown away by it. That said, it is a fucking huge boat. This morning, as I did a bit of exercise on Observatory Hill I thought I saw the Queen Mary II to the western side of the bridge. I saw the top of a very large vessel over top of some houses and asumed it was the star of the show. It wasn't. The Queen Mary II cannot get under the Harbour Bridge. Thats how big it is.
Instead of heading straight home after work I rode to Garden Island to take some pics of the boat (that you can find on flickr.) There seemed to be more gawpers as I took my second gawp. Roads were gridlocked and traffic was even heavy on the north side of the bridge, pressumably with people heading to the harbour suburbs for tonight's fireworks. The QM2 is only in town for the day; it got here a little before 6am and is leaving at 11pm.
I had been tempted to head back, but as man alone I decided I needed to spend quality time with the dog. He would likely have been just as happy to keep playing with his new best mate, the neighbour's doberman cross pup (9months, so a good size) who was in our garden with Rumpole. Again. He was leaping over the fence but has now started taking the 6ft drop from our carport into the garden. Boston, for that is his name, is a great dog and I'm not at all concerned about his presence. He did take me surprise yesterday morning when I found both Rumpole and him at the back door when I opened it a little before first light. The evenign has now wound down; we took a walk, I dismantled a futon and now I'm sitting on the floor typing this while I try and fail to watch a show about the trail of Saddam. Lots of footage so lots of Arabic so I have no idea what is going on. Should have stuck with the CSI rerun.
Man alone is tempted by a Thursday night Rock Balboa...
Instead of heading straight home after work I rode to Garden Island to take some pics of the boat (that you can find on flickr.) There seemed to be more gawpers as I took my second gawp. Roads were gridlocked and traffic was even heavy on the north side of the bridge, pressumably with people heading to the harbour suburbs for tonight's fireworks. The QM2 is only in town for the day; it got here a little before 6am and is leaving at 11pm.
I had been tempted to head back, but as man alone I decided I needed to spend quality time with the dog. He would likely have been just as happy to keep playing with his new best mate, the neighbour's doberman cross pup (9months, so a good size) who was in our garden with Rumpole. Again. He was leaping over the fence but has now started taking the 6ft drop from our carport into the garden. Boston, for that is his name, is a great dog and I'm not at all concerned about his presence. He did take me surprise yesterday morning when I found both Rumpole and him at the back door when I opened it a little before first light. The evenign has now wound down; we took a walk, I dismantled a futon and now I'm sitting on the floor typing this while I try and fail to watch a show about the trail of Saddam. Lots of footage so lots of Arabic so I have no idea what is going on. Should have stuck with the CSI rerun.
Man alone is tempted by a Thursday night Rock Balboa...
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