Last Saturday afternoon when we came home from work, Ian switched the radio on in the bedroom while he was getting changed and after listening to a load of drivel about Aussie rules football (aerial ping pong we call it), the commentator, reporter, DJ, presenter, whatever you want to call him, announced to the world that he had made a mistake.
Now ABC over here is the equivalent of BBC back in the UK, so should be a professional outfit, in reality they are abysmal and are always getting things wrong and this was a blinder.
It would appear that before we got home from work, the presentery sort of person had given out the result of a Rugby League Match, not just any Rugby League Match, but the biggest match of the day, Waratahs vs someone else, now we know this was a big match because they had been talking about it all week on the radio.
Picture it, this apology for making a mistake took place at approx 4pm WA time and the game didn’t start until 4.30pm WA time, what was the mistake you might ask, the mistake was that the presentery dude had given out the final result of a game that still hadn’t kicked off and the reason for it was that, it would appear that ABC get their sports news from watching Foxtel (Sky), Foxtel had been showing the highlights of the previous years corresponding match as part of their big game build up and this plonker thought that they were showing the highlights of this years game so gave out the result, you would have thought that the ABC could afford to send a reporter to such a big game.
Anyway, Ian laughed his socks off when he heard this guy explaining how he had made the mistake, which was just as well otherwise they would have got wet when he got in the shower.
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Monday, March 15, 2010
Craig David
Saturday 13th march 2010
Craig David eh, now there’s a blast from the past.
Why are we mentioning Craig David you might ask, has he moved to Busselton you might ask, can anyone remember what he was famous and part of the job means that he has to introduce himself as Craig David (because we’d be impressed with that), but not only does he have to introduce himself by name, he has to do it in pigeon English whilst putting on an Indian accent.
Now Ian felt that this was demeaning to the great man, after all, everyone seems to remember his name even if they don’t know why or what for, but he must have been reasonably good at something at some point in his previous career for him to be remembered like that.
So Ian, getting all emotional as he is wont to do when seeing people fall from greatness, put the phone down on him, after all if this company was so good, how is it that he, who probably made more money in his nanosecond of greatness than we will in our lifetime, is reduced to pretending to be an Indian call centre operator instead of living off his well invested money.
Just in case you’re interested, Craig David is not as far as we know, moving to Busselton, we can’t even get someone with a decent Indian accent to work in the curry house down here.
Carolyn thinks Craig David might have been famous in the eighties but doesn’t really care, Ian has heard the name before but doesn’t know why, the girls at work think that he was probably famous in the year 2000, but that has probably got more to do with the fact that they are so young, none of them can remember anything before 2000, although one of them does think they know of a song that he sang and told Ian what it was called, unfortunately Ian was distracted at that exact same moment and missed it.
Craig David eh, now there’s a blast from the past.
Why are we mentioning Craig David you might ask, has he moved to Busselton you might ask, can anyone remember what he was famous and part of the job means that he has to introduce himself as Craig David (because we’d be impressed with that), but not only does he have to introduce himself by name, he has to do it in pigeon English whilst putting on an Indian accent.
Now Ian felt that this was demeaning to the great man, after all, everyone seems to remember his name even if they don’t know why or what for, but he must have been reasonably good at something at some point in his previous career for him to be remembered like that.
So Ian, getting all emotional as he is wont to do when seeing people fall from greatness, put the phone down on him, after all if this company was so good, how is it that he, who probably made more money in his nanosecond of greatness than we will in our lifetime, is reduced to pretending to be an Indian call centre operator instead of living off his well invested money.
Just in case you’re interested, Craig David is not as far as we know, moving to Busselton, we can’t even get someone with a decent Indian accent to work in the curry house down here.
Carolyn thinks Craig David might have been famous in the eighties but doesn’t really care, Ian has heard the name before but doesn’t know why, the girls at work think that he was probably famous in the year 2000, but that has probably got more to do with the fact that they are so young, none of them can remember anything before 2000, although one of them does think they know of a song that he sang and told Ian what it was called, unfortunately Ian was distracted at that exact same moment and missed it.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Gullible
Saturday 31st October 2009
We slept like logs last night after the exertions of yesterday, apart from the obligatory wake up call in what seems like the middle of the night by the puppies.
The first person to order anything in the Café this morning was a tradie working down here for a couple of weeks, he ordered his coffee with Ian and then said “bit bad about the stabbing at the show last night”, it didn’t surprise Ian because of the bad feel about the place but it was the first he had heard about it, but if memory serves him well he thinks it happened last year as well.
Kate was the first member of staff in this morning, when Ian said to her about the stabbing, she said “apparently there were six people stabbed”, one of her mates who was at the show had sent her an email letting her know.
A couple of hours later the Baker who we had seen at the show, came over and asked us if we had seen anything of the stabbings last night, apparently one of his staff had been standing next to the two people who had been stabbed.
As you can imagine, we are now confused as to how many if any did get stabbed, maybe the reason we haven’t had any more reports is because every body else got stabbed, or maybe it’s just a load of tosh, suppose we’ll have to wait until we get the local paper on Wednesday to find out.
We have relayed what is supposed to have happened, to the kids and as they recognised the aggressive behaviour at the show last night, they seem to understand why we wanted them to go with us and not with a group of mates.
It was a fairly busy day at the Café today, these last three days have totally changed the way the week was going and instead of struggling to achieve last years figures for this week, we have blitzed it.
This evening Carolyn and the kids went to the Scout Camp to help feed a load of foreign students who had come down from Perth to help tidy up the bush fire breaks at the campsite, it appears that as part of their visa which allows them into the country to be educated at university, they are required to do a certain number of hours voluntary work, each year they come down to tidy up the campsite and all it costs the Scouts is accommodation in the bunkhouse and food.
We have supplied a load of muffins for the students and a meal for the obligatory awkward student who happens to be a vegetarian, probably the only vegetarian WA.
Ian stayed at home because Carolyn wasn’t sure how late they would be staying and Ian wanted to watch the Arsenal v SCUM football match live (SCUM = spurs).
A lovely evening was had by all, Ian watched with delight, as despite the rough house tactics employed by the Scum, Arsenal stuffed them 3-0, Carolyn and the kids had a great time round the campfire eating and telling stories and got home at 11.30pm absolutely knackered.
And finally, it’s dippy Saturday staff time and this one is a classic.
Todays dippy member of staff is Max, lovely girl but says what she thinks before she thinks about what she is about to say and believes what Ian says.
Ian was making what we call over here a slurry, anywhere else it will be called a paste, but basically he was whisking up some gravy powder and water to make a slurry/paste.
Max said “that looks like chocolate”, knowing full well that Ian was making gravy.
Ian said “it tastes like it too, try it”
So she did, didn’t say anything, but did not go back for seconds.
About fifteen minutes later Ian got her again.
He said to Max “the other day I was helping Fraser with his homework, he had to find out what the word gullible means, so we went to look it up in the dictionary and it wasn’t in there”.
Max said “isn’t it, I would have thought that it would have been”.
Carolyn collapsed in a heap on the other side of the kitchen, saying I can’t believe you fell for that one Max, Max mumbled something along the lines of believing that Ian was telling the truth and Ian almost felt guilty for doing it, but decided against it.
We slept like logs last night after the exertions of yesterday, apart from the obligatory wake up call in what seems like the middle of the night by the puppies.
The first person to order anything in the Café this morning was a tradie working down here for a couple of weeks, he ordered his coffee with Ian and then said “bit bad about the stabbing at the show last night”, it didn’t surprise Ian because of the bad feel about the place but it was the first he had heard about it, but if memory serves him well he thinks it happened last year as well.
Kate was the first member of staff in this morning, when Ian said to her about the stabbing, she said “apparently there were six people stabbed”, one of her mates who was at the show had sent her an email letting her know.
A couple of hours later the Baker who we had seen at the show, came over and asked us if we had seen anything of the stabbings last night, apparently one of his staff had been standing next to the two people who had been stabbed.
As you can imagine, we are now confused as to how many if any did get stabbed, maybe the reason we haven’t had any more reports is because every body else got stabbed, or maybe it’s just a load of tosh, suppose we’ll have to wait until we get the local paper on Wednesday to find out.
We have relayed what is supposed to have happened, to the kids and as they recognised the aggressive behaviour at the show last night, they seem to understand why we wanted them to go with us and not with a group of mates.
It was a fairly busy day at the Café today, these last three days have totally changed the way the week was going and instead of struggling to achieve last years figures for this week, we have blitzed it.
This evening Carolyn and the kids went to the Scout Camp to help feed a load of foreign students who had come down from Perth to help tidy up the bush fire breaks at the campsite, it appears that as part of their visa which allows them into the country to be educated at university, they are required to do a certain number of hours voluntary work, each year they come down to tidy up the campsite and all it costs the Scouts is accommodation in the bunkhouse and food.
We have supplied a load of muffins for the students and a meal for the obligatory awkward student who happens to be a vegetarian, probably the only vegetarian WA.
Ian stayed at home because Carolyn wasn’t sure how late they would be staying and Ian wanted to watch the Arsenal v SCUM football match live (SCUM = spurs).
A lovely evening was had by all, Ian watched with delight, as despite the rough house tactics employed by the Scum, Arsenal stuffed them 3-0, Carolyn and the kids had a great time round the campfire eating and telling stories and got home at 11.30pm absolutely knackered.
And finally, it’s dippy Saturday staff time and this one is a classic.
Todays dippy member of staff is Max, lovely girl but says what she thinks before she thinks about what she is about to say and believes what Ian says.
Ian was making what we call over here a slurry, anywhere else it will be called a paste, but basically he was whisking up some gravy powder and water to make a slurry/paste.
Max said “that looks like chocolate”, knowing full well that Ian was making gravy.
Ian said “it tastes like it too, try it”
So she did, didn’t say anything, but did not go back for seconds.
About fifteen minutes later Ian got her again.
He said to Max “the other day I was helping Fraser with his homework, he had to find out what the word gullible means, so we went to look it up in the dictionary and it wasn’t in there”.
Max said “isn’t it, I would have thought that it would have been”.
Carolyn collapsed in a heap on the other side of the kitchen, saying I can’t believe you fell for that one Max, Max mumbled something along the lines of believing that Ian was telling the truth and Ian almost felt guilty for doing it, but decided against it.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Great Aussie Craftsmanship
Tuesday 27th October 2009
Marisa received a Bronze Certificate from school today for her results in an unannounced Maths test that she took a little while ago, the certificate reads Conqeusta 2009 but she doesn’t know what the test was for and the school haven’t told us what it is for, they have just handed out the certificates and presumably we are expected to be impressed.
As it is we are quite impressed, maths is Marisas weakest subject and she has to work hard to do well, so this is a good result.
It was a bit busier at the Café today, although we were never really pushed it just seemed to be a constant plod for most of the day.
As well as having a fryer that is not working, we now have a dishwasher that is not working, so all the dishes had to be hand washed today which pleased the staff.
Great Aussie Craftsmanship, that’s what all the adverts say, every new piece of equipment that we have bought for the Café, mostly Australian, has packed up on at least one occasion.
We had a visit from the Environmental Health Officer this afternoon, we got a clean bill of health apart from some paintwork that needs repainting and new rubber matting on the floor.
Fraser and Marisa went to Scouts tonight and after dropping them off, Carolyn came home grabbed a bit of food and headed back out again to attend a meeting that was scheduled at Scouts for 6pm and she had forgotten about it. She hadn’t forgotten the meeting just that it was starting half an hour early this week.
After Scouts we relaxed in front of the box for an hour before having an early night.
Marisa received a Bronze Certificate from school today for her results in an unannounced Maths test that she took a little while ago, the certificate reads Conqeusta 2009 but she doesn’t know what the test was for and the school haven’t told us what it is for, they have just handed out the certificates and presumably we are expected to be impressed.
As it is we are quite impressed, maths is Marisas weakest subject and she has to work hard to do well, so this is a good result.
It was a bit busier at the Café today, although we were never really pushed it just seemed to be a constant plod for most of the day.
As well as having a fryer that is not working, we now have a dishwasher that is not working, so all the dishes had to be hand washed today which pleased the staff.
Great Aussie Craftsmanship, that’s what all the adverts say, every new piece of equipment that we have bought for the Café, mostly Australian, has packed up on at least one occasion.
We had a visit from the Environmental Health Officer this afternoon, we got a clean bill of health apart from some paintwork that needs repainting and new rubber matting on the floor.
Fraser and Marisa went to Scouts tonight and after dropping them off, Carolyn came home grabbed a bit of food and headed back out again to attend a meeting that was scheduled at Scouts for 6pm and she had forgotten about it. She hadn’t forgotten the meeting just that it was starting half an hour early this week.
After Scouts we relaxed in front of the box for an hour before having an early night.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Death on the Highway
Wednesday 21st October 2009
Today was probably the quietest day of the year so far at the Café, every shopkeeper in the centre was left wondering where the punters were, let’s hope it’s not a sign of things to come.
Fraser is getting rave reviews from some of his teachers at the moment, todays topic of the month was maths where he has been getting 100% for algebra and is generally getting an A grade for other maths.
This evening Ian and the kids went for a bike ride, this time the garage was open so they all had an ice cream and Kristian made sure they brought his mum home a mint Aero, her favourite.
Marisa got a phone call from one of her admirers tonight, it turns out that he is in the same Scout patrol as her, a patrol that has just been formed because of rising numbers and they are going to have a camp as their first patrol activity, in two weeks time.
The front page of the West Australian had a picture of a mangled car and lorry which had collided on the new bit of highway between Rockingham and Bunbury, it turns out that this is the first accident that involved a fatality on this new stretch of road since it opened, maybe a couple of months ago.
Now the reason we are bringing up this sad subject on the blog today is (1) we haven’t got much else to talk about, and (2) we have found it really hard to describe to people and put into writing how bad the driving is over here, but this time we have decided to bite the bullet and say it as it is.
Now everyone who has ever been to another country where they have roundabouts will recognise that in WA, they just don’t know what a roundabout is there for or how to negotiate it, but once you realise this fact, you can take evasive/precautionary measures and hopefully get from one side of the roundabout to the other unscathed.
The bit that really amazes us and that we can’t get to grips with, is accidents, accidents that quite often end in death or serious injury.
If your level of expertise at driving was based on not having an accident with another vehicle, then the drivers of WA would be the best in the world.
Maybe it’s because the car is their pride and joy, the thing that they cherish above all else, nice and shiny, preferably with a couple of stickers on the back which cause you to take offence and cover the kids eyes if ever you pull up behind one, and most importantly, a five or six litre engine under the bonnet, attached to a couple of girt big exhaust pipes so that it makes a lot of noise, and the funniest part is, it has about as much oomph as a Ford Transit with a blown exhaust and would be left standing by a 1300 Vauxhall Nova.
Anyway, we digress, the reason for this little rant is that you can almost guarantee that at the time of the accident and death on the new bit of highway, there was probably no other vehicle in sight and Ian has come up with a theory as to why this accident happened, it’s because they chopped all the trees down when they built the road.
What is he on about? You might be thinking.
Well it goes something like this, the roads over here are so quiet that you should be able to take a fairly accurate guess on how long it would take you to get from A to B so the chances of getting into any compromising situations is pretty remote.
Because the roads are so quiet and you are not likely to get into an awkward situation which might cause you to collide with another vehicle, you have to find something else to hit and WA drivers are good at that, there are umpteen small crosses by the side of the road that bear witness to it.
Today is the first time in we don’t know how long that we have heard about a fatal accident involving two vehicles that have collided, normally it’s a tree, the favourite pastime over here seems to be let’s see if we can knock a tree over.
Unfortunately for the driver and passengers concerned, they always seem to pick a girt big tree that’s probably been around for a couple of hundred years and intends to hang on for just a bit longer, hence dead occupants in the car and a tree that has got a couple of scratches in its bark.
Why can’t they aim the car at a bush, maybe scratch the paintwork a bit, but what the hell, they could still drive it home and tell their mates how you killed a bush by driving into it at 100kmph while it wasn’t looking and lived to tell the tale, but no they always go for the tree.
Hence, if they hadn’t chopped all the trees down by the side of the new highway, then the vehicles wouldn’t have had to collide because the one that wanted to collide, could have collided with a tree and left the other vehicle unscathed.
Many years ago, Ian had saw a comedian called Jasper Carrot on stage and part of his routine was about some statements received by insurance companies from people claiming for accidents in their cars, bearing in mind that this was probably about thirty years ago, the one claim which Jasper read out that stuck in Ians mind at the time was, “I had to swerve three times before I hit the tree”.
I know, you had to be there to really appreciate it, but it has got Ian wondering whether Australians are the human equivalent of lemmings, but instead of throwing themselves off cliffs, probably because there don’t seem to be many cliffs over here, they drive into trees.
Any death is a sorry tale, over here the roads are good, wide and relatively traffic free, there should be less fatal accidents per head of population than virtually anywhere in the world.
Today was probably the quietest day of the year so far at the Café, every shopkeeper in the centre was left wondering where the punters were, let’s hope it’s not a sign of things to come.
Fraser is getting rave reviews from some of his teachers at the moment, todays topic of the month was maths where he has been getting 100% for algebra and is generally getting an A grade for other maths.
This evening Ian and the kids went for a bike ride, this time the garage was open so they all had an ice cream and Kristian made sure they brought his mum home a mint Aero, her favourite.
Marisa got a phone call from one of her admirers tonight, it turns out that he is in the same Scout patrol as her, a patrol that has just been formed because of rising numbers and they are going to have a camp as their first patrol activity, in two weeks time.
The front page of the West Australian had a picture of a mangled car and lorry which had collided on the new bit of highway between Rockingham and Bunbury, it turns out that this is the first accident that involved a fatality on this new stretch of road since it opened, maybe a couple of months ago.
Now the reason we are bringing up this sad subject on the blog today is (1) we haven’t got much else to talk about, and (2) we have found it really hard to describe to people and put into writing how bad the driving is over here, but this time we have decided to bite the bullet and say it as it is.
Now everyone who has ever been to another country where they have roundabouts will recognise that in WA, they just don’t know what a roundabout is there for or how to negotiate it, but once you realise this fact, you can take evasive/precautionary measures and hopefully get from one side of the roundabout to the other unscathed.
The bit that really amazes us and that we can’t get to grips with, is accidents, accidents that quite often end in death or serious injury.
If your level of expertise at driving was based on not having an accident with another vehicle, then the drivers of WA would be the best in the world.
Maybe it’s because the car is their pride and joy, the thing that they cherish above all else, nice and shiny, preferably with a couple of stickers on the back which cause you to take offence and cover the kids eyes if ever you pull up behind one, and most importantly, a five or six litre engine under the bonnet, attached to a couple of girt big exhaust pipes so that it makes a lot of noise, and the funniest part is, it has about as much oomph as a Ford Transit with a blown exhaust and would be left standing by a 1300 Vauxhall Nova.
Anyway, we digress, the reason for this little rant is that you can almost guarantee that at the time of the accident and death on the new bit of highway, there was probably no other vehicle in sight and Ian has come up with a theory as to why this accident happened, it’s because they chopped all the trees down when they built the road.
What is he on about? You might be thinking.
Well it goes something like this, the roads over here are so quiet that you should be able to take a fairly accurate guess on how long it would take you to get from A to B so the chances of getting into any compromising situations is pretty remote.
Because the roads are so quiet and you are not likely to get into an awkward situation which might cause you to collide with another vehicle, you have to find something else to hit and WA drivers are good at that, there are umpteen small crosses by the side of the road that bear witness to it.
Today is the first time in we don’t know how long that we have heard about a fatal accident involving two vehicles that have collided, normally it’s a tree, the favourite pastime over here seems to be let’s see if we can knock a tree over.
Unfortunately for the driver and passengers concerned, they always seem to pick a girt big tree that’s probably been around for a couple of hundred years and intends to hang on for just a bit longer, hence dead occupants in the car and a tree that has got a couple of scratches in its bark.
Why can’t they aim the car at a bush, maybe scratch the paintwork a bit, but what the hell, they could still drive it home and tell their mates how you killed a bush by driving into it at 100kmph while it wasn’t looking and lived to tell the tale, but no they always go for the tree.
Hence, if they hadn’t chopped all the trees down by the side of the new highway, then the vehicles wouldn’t have had to collide because the one that wanted to collide, could have collided with a tree and left the other vehicle unscathed.
Many years ago, Ian had saw a comedian called Jasper Carrot on stage and part of his routine was about some statements received by insurance companies from people claiming for accidents in their cars, bearing in mind that this was probably about thirty years ago, the one claim which Jasper read out that stuck in Ians mind at the time was, “I had to swerve three times before I hit the tree”.
I know, you had to be there to really appreciate it, but it has got Ian wondering whether Australians are the human equivalent of lemmings, but instead of throwing themselves off cliffs, probably because there don’t seem to be many cliffs over here, they drive into trees.
Any death is a sorry tale, over here the roads are good, wide and relatively traffic free, there should be less fatal accidents per head of population than virtually anywhere in the world.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wot No Ice Cream
Monday 19th October 2009
Carolyn managed to sell the five baby bunnies this morning, so we are back down to 13 bunnies, 2 puppies and a cat. We haven’t yet sold the kids.
The Café was fairly quiet today which gave us a chance to catch up with a little bit of the batch cooking, so that we can restock the shelves.
There was no Cubs on again tonight for Kristian, so Ian took all the kids for a bike ride along the cycle path to Siesta Park.
Shock, Horror, when they got there the garage was closed so they couldn’t get an ice cream, the only reason they go on these rides with Ian is because the get an ice cream for doing it, so the thought of having done the ride and not got an ice cream was something they couldn’t bear to think about.
Fortunately there is another shop about half way back where they could get an ice cream, all they had to do was find it as it wasn’t on the cycle path and it was in an area where they didn’t know where the roads went.
They found the shop in the end and after being forced to eat their ice cream quickly because it was getting dark, rode back as quick as they could because they had no lights, if they had voted for daylight saving it would have still been light and they could have ridden back at their leisure.
When they got home, Ian fired up the Barbie and cooked up a load of sausages that we had got from the supermarket, they were pretty crap, like most of the sausages over here so we won’t bother getting them again.
How can a country with such good meat make such crap sausages?
Carolyn managed to sell the five baby bunnies this morning, so we are back down to 13 bunnies, 2 puppies and a cat. We haven’t yet sold the kids.
The Café was fairly quiet today which gave us a chance to catch up with a little bit of the batch cooking, so that we can restock the shelves.
There was no Cubs on again tonight for Kristian, so Ian took all the kids for a bike ride along the cycle path to Siesta Park.
Shock, Horror, when they got there the garage was closed so they couldn’t get an ice cream, the only reason they go on these rides with Ian is because the get an ice cream for doing it, so the thought of having done the ride and not got an ice cream was something they couldn’t bear to think about.
Fortunately there is another shop about half way back where they could get an ice cream, all they had to do was find it as it wasn’t on the cycle path and it was in an area where they didn’t know where the roads went.
They found the shop in the end and after being forced to eat their ice cream quickly because it was getting dark, rode back as quick as they could because they had no lights, if they had voted for daylight saving it would have still been light and they could have ridden back at their leisure.
When they got home, Ian fired up the Barbie and cooked up a load of sausages that we had got from the supermarket, they were pretty crap, like most of the sausages over here so we won’t bother getting them again.
How can a country with such good meat make such crap sausages?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Another Eight Bunnies
Sunday 18th October 2009
We got up at a reasonable hour this morning, only to find that one of the bunnies has had another eight babies, we thought that we had seen the last of them but this rabbit when out for a walk one day a few weeks ago, was ambushed by one of the male bunnies who had managed to escape, we thought we had caught him before he could do anything, but obviously not.
We went to the market down by the foreshore while the kids went to the beach to play, then while we had a coffee, they went for a swim in the sea.
On the way home we stopped off at the pet shop to see how many baby bunnies they had and they only have one at the moment, Carolyn is going to take our five babies who are now five weeks old to the pet shop tomorrow.
After a bit of lunch, we loaded up the car with Kayak, Surfboard etc and headed for Meelup, there were quite a few people there although not many swimming.
We went for a swim and it was a bit chilly, but once you got used to it, it was quite pleasant, not that Carolyn waited long enough to find out, she dunked herself for about thirty seconds before deciding that laying in the sun was much more her forte.
After a long day in the sun we were all a bit tired so we had a light tea, spoilt to a certain degree by some crap Pate that we had bought from the supermarket as a treat, the only person that was treated was the owner of the Pate firm and that won’t happen again.
Australia, or at least the WA part of it, must be the worst place on the planet for Pate, I don’t mean the worst place for a Pate to live, I mean, for a person who enjoys pate to find one that isn’t covered with all sorts of stuff other than meat to hide the taste, or to find one that doesn’t have the texture of the cheapest cat food you could possibly imagine, after it has been eaten and then thrown up by the cat, then eaten and thrown up by the dog.
The Pate in question is called Premium Tasmanian Pate and it is dire, I wouldn’t even recommend someone try it to see how bad it is, the thought of somebody making a profit out of this garbage makes me mad, these people should go somewhere in the world where they know how to make the product properly, go on a cookery course in said country and learn to make it properly, before inflicting their junk on the human race.
We had an early night again, how boring is that?
We got up at a reasonable hour this morning, only to find that one of the bunnies has had another eight babies, we thought that we had seen the last of them but this rabbit when out for a walk one day a few weeks ago, was ambushed by one of the male bunnies who had managed to escape, we thought we had caught him before he could do anything, but obviously not.
We went to the market down by the foreshore while the kids went to the beach to play, then while we had a coffee, they went for a swim in the sea.
On the way home we stopped off at the pet shop to see how many baby bunnies they had and they only have one at the moment, Carolyn is going to take our five babies who are now five weeks old to the pet shop tomorrow.
After a bit of lunch, we loaded up the car with Kayak, Surfboard etc and headed for Meelup, there were quite a few people there although not many swimming.
We went for a swim and it was a bit chilly, but once you got used to it, it was quite pleasant, not that Carolyn waited long enough to find out, she dunked herself for about thirty seconds before deciding that laying in the sun was much more her forte.
After a long day in the sun we were all a bit tired so we had a light tea, spoilt to a certain degree by some crap Pate that we had bought from the supermarket as a treat, the only person that was treated was the owner of the Pate firm and that won’t happen again.
Australia, or at least the WA part of it, must be the worst place on the planet for Pate, I don’t mean the worst place for a Pate to live, I mean, for a person who enjoys pate to find one that isn’t covered with all sorts of stuff other than meat to hide the taste, or to find one that doesn’t have the texture of the cheapest cat food you could possibly imagine, after it has been eaten and then thrown up by the cat, then eaten and thrown up by the dog.
The Pate in question is called Premium Tasmanian Pate and it is dire, I wouldn’t even recommend someone try it to see how bad it is, the thought of somebody making a profit out of this garbage makes me mad, these people should go somewhere in the world where they know how to make the product properly, go on a cookery course in said country and learn to make it properly, before inflicting their junk on the human race.
We had an early night again, how boring is that?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
What’s a Fried Potato Like?
Saturday 26th September 2009
Saturday, Ians favourite day, Not. And today was not going to let him down.
Firstly the Ice Cream machine packs up, it always seems to pack up on a Saturday when you can’t ring the manufacturers for advice on how to fix the problem, it normally coincides with the holiday period as well and guess what? Yep you got it, the school holidays started today, so with any luck we might get it repaired by the time they go back to school, just in time for us not to need it as much.
It’s AFL Final day today, after weeks of Finals leading up to last weeks Preliminary Final, we now have the Final and it is between St Kilda who are unbeaten all season and Geelong who lost in the Final last year.
The shopping centre was busy this morning, but we were really quiet, because the game starts at 12noon over here, everyone goes out and does their shopping early before rushing home to fire up the Barbie and get drunk, hence they don’t stop in Cafes on Final day.
Ian did however get a little bit of a giggle out of the staff this morning, also you can now put a name to the comment because when Ian told them that he was going to blog what they had said, they insisted on being named, so here goes.
It was Kates turn first, Kate does most of the hard graft on a Saturday and tends to be able to keep the rest of the kitchen staff moving.
We needed some potatoes peeled this morning so that we could make up a pot of mash, Ian asked Kate to do it which she did, then just as she was about to finish peeling, she held a potato up in front of her face, looked at it and said I wonder what a potato would be like if you put it in the fryer, Ian looked at her incredulously, at least he thinks that’s the word you would use to describe the look, and said “a Chip”, she sort of blushed a bit and said “oh yeh”.
We wouldn’t mind, but the bulk of her waitressing involves chips and she hadn’t realised that they were made from potatoes.
The second quote of the day came from Rachel, when Ian was telling the girls about Kristian and his friend getting awards for their NAPLAN results,
Rachel said “I was in that assembly, they were for the people in the top 20% weren’t they?”
Ian said “yes that’s right”
Rachel said” when they were giving them out I said to my friend, I bet we’re in the other half”.
Ian laughed, obviously they took the maths results into account when checking Rachels results.
Later on when Carolyn came into the Café, Ian told her about Rachels little faux par and Rachel still couldn’t understand why it was funny, so Carolyn tried to explain to her that if only 20% got the award, then there was a lot more than half left, there for she couldn’t possibly be in the half that didn’t get the award.
Rachel then took a different tack and said that what she actually meant was that half of her class got the award, she expected that she would not receive an award, so she would be in the other half of her class.
Ian thinks she’s talking tosh.
Because it was so quiet in the Café today, we were able to have a bit of a laugh at their expense, but normally this dippy attitude goes on when we’re busy which is why Ian gets so stressed out on a Saturday.
Because it was so quiet we closed the Café early, when Ian got home he thought he might like to watch the AFL Final or what was left of it, but the kids were watching Matrix so he started listening to it on the radio.
As it approached the final quarter, Ian got Marisa to put the film on Frasers computer so that he could watch the game, unfortunately we don’t have terrestrial TV down here and Foxtel show it about four hours after it is finished, so Marisa put her film back on.
Ian did go online to try and find out the result and there were hints that Geelong might have won, but the official AFL site wouldn’t let him get past the score at half time, so he lost interest.
This evening we took Fraser and his mate out for dinner at the Chinese before going to the cinema to watch G-Force, it was the final part of Frasers birthday celebrations so we let Fraser and his mate sit at the back squealing like stuck pigs every time something funny happened, while we sat a few rows in front pretending not to know them.
It was a good evening and Fraser really enjoyed himself.
Saturday, Ians favourite day, Not. And today was not going to let him down.
Firstly the Ice Cream machine packs up, it always seems to pack up on a Saturday when you can’t ring the manufacturers for advice on how to fix the problem, it normally coincides with the holiday period as well and guess what? Yep you got it, the school holidays started today, so with any luck we might get it repaired by the time they go back to school, just in time for us not to need it as much.
It’s AFL Final day today, after weeks of Finals leading up to last weeks Preliminary Final, we now have the Final and it is between St Kilda who are unbeaten all season and Geelong who lost in the Final last year.
The shopping centre was busy this morning, but we were really quiet, because the game starts at 12noon over here, everyone goes out and does their shopping early before rushing home to fire up the Barbie and get drunk, hence they don’t stop in Cafes on Final day.
Ian did however get a little bit of a giggle out of the staff this morning, also you can now put a name to the comment because when Ian told them that he was going to blog what they had said, they insisted on being named, so here goes.
It was Kates turn first, Kate does most of the hard graft on a Saturday and tends to be able to keep the rest of the kitchen staff moving.
We needed some potatoes peeled this morning so that we could make up a pot of mash, Ian asked Kate to do it which she did, then just as she was about to finish peeling, she held a potato up in front of her face, looked at it and said I wonder what a potato would be like if you put it in the fryer, Ian looked at her incredulously, at least he thinks that’s the word you would use to describe the look, and said “a Chip”, she sort of blushed a bit and said “oh yeh”.
We wouldn’t mind, but the bulk of her waitressing involves chips and she hadn’t realised that they were made from potatoes.
The second quote of the day came from Rachel, when Ian was telling the girls about Kristian and his friend getting awards for their NAPLAN results,
Rachel said “I was in that assembly, they were for the people in the top 20% weren’t they?”
Ian said “yes that’s right”
Rachel said” when they were giving them out I said to my friend, I bet we’re in the other half”.
Ian laughed, obviously they took the maths results into account when checking Rachels results.
Later on when Carolyn came into the Café, Ian told her about Rachels little faux par and Rachel still couldn’t understand why it was funny, so Carolyn tried to explain to her that if only 20% got the award, then there was a lot more than half left, there for she couldn’t possibly be in the half that didn’t get the award.
Rachel then took a different tack and said that what she actually meant was that half of her class got the award, she expected that she would not receive an award, so she would be in the other half of her class.
Ian thinks she’s talking tosh.
Because it was so quiet in the Café today, we were able to have a bit of a laugh at their expense, but normally this dippy attitude goes on when we’re busy which is why Ian gets so stressed out on a Saturday.
Because it was so quiet we closed the Café early, when Ian got home he thought he might like to watch the AFL Final or what was left of it, but the kids were watching Matrix so he started listening to it on the radio.
As it approached the final quarter, Ian got Marisa to put the film on Frasers computer so that he could watch the game, unfortunately we don’t have terrestrial TV down here and Foxtel show it about four hours after it is finished, so Marisa put her film back on.
Ian did go online to try and find out the result and there were hints that Geelong might have won, but the official AFL site wouldn’t let him get past the score at half time, so he lost interest.
This evening we took Fraser and his mate out for dinner at the Chinese before going to the cinema to watch G-Force, it was the final part of Frasers birthday celebrations so we let Fraser and his mate sit at the back squealing like stuck pigs every time something funny happened, while we sat a few rows in front pretending not to know them.
It was a good evening and Fraser really enjoyed himself.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Severe Weather Warnings
Friday 11th September 2009
The weather was bad again last night and pretty unpredictable today, we are still under a severe weather warning, although not the same severe weather warning as yesterday.
We have worked out that all weather warnings finish at midnight, in the UK when there is a storm front and it is going to be around for a few days the forecasters used to say something along the lines of, “it’s going to be stormy with a chance of wind damage in the south west for the next three days”.
Over here the forecaster will say something like “there is a severe weather warning from Mandurah to Albany until midnight”.
When your house gets blown down at 4am the next day you, you might think that you would be within your rights to call the weather forecaster a moron for getting it wrong, however, if you had been listening to the radio at three minutes past midnight, you would have heard him say something along the lines of “there is a severe weather warning from Mandurah to Albany until midnight”.
It might have taken us eighteen months to work it out, but it would appear that weather warnings only last until midnight, so if you don’t hear the severe weather warning at three minutes past midnight, the chances are that by the time you get out of bed you probably already know about it and don’t need telling because it has kept you awake for most of the night.
Of course it is possible that with WA being a little bit behind the rest of the world in most things, they aren’t actually sure that tomorrow really exists until the clock turns midnight and don’t want to be accused of misleading anyone by making rash statements about severe weather on a day that may not exist.
The Café was quiet again this morning, but just like yesterday we were mobbed at lunchtime for a couple of hours which put us back on track for a reasonable week.
The weather was bad again last night and pretty unpredictable today, we are still under a severe weather warning, although not the same severe weather warning as yesterday.
We have worked out that all weather warnings finish at midnight, in the UK when there is a storm front and it is going to be around for a few days the forecasters used to say something along the lines of, “it’s going to be stormy with a chance of wind damage in the south west for the next three days”.
Over here the forecaster will say something like “there is a severe weather warning from Mandurah to Albany until midnight”.
When your house gets blown down at 4am the next day you, you might think that you would be within your rights to call the weather forecaster a moron for getting it wrong, however, if you had been listening to the radio at three minutes past midnight, you would have heard him say something along the lines of “there is a severe weather warning from Mandurah to Albany until midnight”.
It might have taken us eighteen months to work it out, but it would appear that weather warnings only last until midnight, so if you don’t hear the severe weather warning at three minutes past midnight, the chances are that by the time you get out of bed you probably already know about it and don’t need telling because it has kept you awake for most of the night.
Of course it is possible that with WA being a little bit behind the rest of the world in most things, they aren’t actually sure that tomorrow really exists until the clock turns midnight and don’t want to be accused of misleading anyone by making rash statements about severe weather on a day that may not exist.
The Café was quiet again this morning, but just like yesterday we were mobbed at lunchtime for a couple of hours which put us back on track for a reasonable week.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
My Cat Could Do That
Saturday 5th September 2009
It was not an over busy day at the Café today, but certain members of the Saturday staff still managed to raise Ians blood pressure.
You lot can laugh, but this is the sort of thing that Ian has to put up with virtually every Saturday, and the staff we have are supposed to be intelligent, well educated, sensible people, the people that are going to run this country in years to come and make it the envy of the world, NOT!
Quote of the day comes from an individual who has been working with us in the kitchen every Saturday for a year, when faced with an order for a bowl of soup.
Picture it, the soup is in the saucepan sitting on the cooker, the flame on the cooker is alight and the saucepan is sitting above the flame, Ian is out on the counter rushed off his feet, trying to keep up with the coffee orders while keeping an eye on the member of staff that is on the till in an effort to limit the number of cock-up’s.
At this point the member of staff charged with warming up the soup and putting it in a bowl, walks from the kitchen to the front counter and in front of a queue of customers at the counter says to Ian “how do I know when the soup is hot”, from the way the question was asked it was obvious that the person concerned wanted Ian to go into the kitchen and give a practical demonstration.
Ian was not amused and let it be known, the fact that liquid bubbles in a pan when boiling hadn’t even occurred to them, assuming they knew in the first place.
Ian pointed out that the individual concerned had been doing the job for a year, albeit only one day a week and it wouldn’t always have been soup of course, sometimes it might have been beans or potatoes, but there are certain things that link them all, like they all warm up in a pan when put on the stove over a burning flame and the liquid element has a tendency to bubble when it reaches boiling point, which is generally considered to be a good indication that something is hot.
Ian reckons that with training for five hours every Saturday plus the odd midweek shift, our cat would have mastered it by now and we are relying on these people to look after us in our dotage, best hope there is a massive swing towards eating foods raw, served at an ambient temperature.
We finished work at a reasonable hour and spent the evening working on a new takeaway menu.
It was not an over busy day at the Café today, but certain members of the Saturday staff still managed to raise Ians blood pressure.
You lot can laugh, but this is the sort of thing that Ian has to put up with virtually every Saturday, and the staff we have are supposed to be intelligent, well educated, sensible people, the people that are going to run this country in years to come and make it the envy of the world, NOT!
Quote of the day comes from an individual who has been working with us in the kitchen every Saturday for a year, when faced with an order for a bowl of soup.
Picture it, the soup is in the saucepan sitting on the cooker, the flame on the cooker is alight and the saucepan is sitting above the flame, Ian is out on the counter rushed off his feet, trying to keep up with the coffee orders while keeping an eye on the member of staff that is on the till in an effort to limit the number of cock-up’s.
At this point the member of staff charged with warming up the soup and putting it in a bowl, walks from the kitchen to the front counter and in front of a queue of customers at the counter says to Ian “how do I know when the soup is hot”, from the way the question was asked it was obvious that the person concerned wanted Ian to go into the kitchen and give a practical demonstration.
Ian was not amused and let it be known, the fact that liquid bubbles in a pan when boiling hadn’t even occurred to them, assuming they knew in the first place.
Ian pointed out that the individual concerned had been doing the job for a year, albeit only one day a week and it wouldn’t always have been soup of course, sometimes it might have been beans or potatoes, but there are certain things that link them all, like they all warm up in a pan when put on the stove over a burning flame and the liquid element has a tendency to bubble when it reaches boiling point, which is generally considered to be a good indication that something is hot.
Ian reckons that with training for five hours every Saturday plus the odd midweek shift, our cat would have mastered it by now and we are relying on these people to look after us in our dotage, best hope there is a massive swing towards eating foods raw, served at an ambient temperature.
We finished work at a reasonable hour and spent the evening working on a new takeaway menu.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Second Step to the Pet Shop
Wednesday 12th August 2009
The café was very busy today, we knew it would be because apart from having one member of staff away, Rodelle and Jesse are both doing the same course at TAFE (college) and the one day they can’t miss is Wednesday, if we were back in the UK we would call it sods law, over here it’s Murphy’s law.
What we would like to know is who is Murphy? And who he upset bad enough to be blessed with such luck.
Fortunately for us, the parents of one of the Saturday girls took pity on us and let her have the day off school to help us out, it was just as well she did because we would have been lost without her.
One of the new baby bunnies opened its eyes today, little does it know it has just made its second step towards the pet shop.
At school today Marisa discovered that she is good at high jump, well, good enough to impress her school mates anyway, we think that she is probably a bit too short to be able to make a living out of it, but at least she has got her bit of glory for now.
After the kids went to bed we watched another episode of Commander and Life on Mars.
The café was very busy today, we knew it would be because apart from having one member of staff away, Rodelle and Jesse are both doing the same course at TAFE (college) and the one day they can’t miss is Wednesday, if we were back in the UK we would call it sods law, over here it’s Murphy’s law.
What we would like to know is who is Murphy? And who he upset bad enough to be blessed with such luck.
Fortunately for us, the parents of one of the Saturday girls took pity on us and let her have the day off school to help us out, it was just as well she did because we would have been lost without her.
One of the new baby bunnies opened its eyes today, little does it know it has just made its second step towards the pet shop.
At school today Marisa discovered that she is good at high jump, well, good enough to impress her school mates anyway, we think that she is probably a bit too short to be able to make a living out of it, but at least she has got her bit of glory for now.
After the kids went to bed we watched another episode of Commander and Life on Mars.
Monday, August 10, 2009
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HP !!!!
No not that HP *edited to include a condiment I had previously excluded from my 'not' list*nor this one, the HP printer kind. I have just run out of ink, no poblemo says Mrs Hojo, I shall pop to the shop and purchase one, oh no says Mr Shopkeeper, you have an English Printer you must buy your Ink in England. But, but, that is less than convenient says Mrs Hojo. Tough says Mr Shopkeeper, I care not a jot. I will however refill your fine English Ink cartridge for you by tomorrow, or the next day.....tomorrow or the next day???? says Mrs Hojo, go overnight without ink, are you insane????
I need a red cross parcel from England.
The End
A True Story by Disgruntled of Busso
I need a red cross parcel from England.
The End
A True Story by Disgruntled of Busso
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Almost a Good Night Out
Saturday 25th July 2009
We managed to finish early at the Café today, it hadn’t been very busy so most of the cleaning had been done before we closed.
After work we decided to go out for a walk and a beer and chose to walk along the beach to Abbey Beach Resort, to see if it had got any better since the last time we went there.
We are going to have to give up expecting something pleasant when it comes to decent customer service, the grumpy git behind the bar must be put there to make sure the bar doesn’t get too busy.
We didn’t stay long and called a taxi to take us into town, the only reasonable option for somewhere to go for a drink in Busselton when it’s cold outside and you have a child in tow is the ship, sorry, Royal Palms as it is now.
We went to the Ship and went into the restaurant reception area where they have a quiet bar, as we walked up to the bar it was like walking through superglue, they had been watching the Dockers v Eagles game in there this afternoon and vast quantities of beer had been spilt.
We did mention it to the staff who said that it needed a mop, we thought no shit Sherlock, so they left it at that until after about an hour we told the manager, who got somebody to mop it up.
We stayed there for a couple of beers and a bite to eat and then called a taxi to take us home, when we asked how long it would be before the taxi arrived, they said it won’t be long.
Ian pointed out to the taxi people that it was very cold outside and that we didn’t want to be out there long, the telephonist said that it should be just a few minutes.
After a while of standing outside Ian rang again and asked how much longer it would be before the taxi arrived, the telephonist said she didn’t know how long so Ian asked her to ask the controller, she replied that she was the controller, had seven cars and two minibuses to look after and couldn’t possibly know when a taxi would be likely to pick up, she also said that we should go back inside the pub until the taxi arrived, but when Ian asked if the taxi driver would come in and find us, she said no.
Ian used to be a taxi controller in London years ago and used to have to look after between 30 and 40 cars on a Friday and Saturday night, so to hear this soppy mare going on about how it isn’t possible to know what seven cars and two minibuses are doing in a two horse town like Busselton is an absolute joke and an example of the standards of customer service that the people of WA accept as the norm.
Eventually, after standing out in the cold with a young child for ages, a taxi arrived and we managed to grab it before someone else who had been waiting for ages.
If it hadn’t been for the grumpy git at Abbey Resort and the wait in the cold with no idea of when our Taxi would arrive, it could have been a good night out.
We managed to finish early at the Café today, it hadn’t been very busy so most of the cleaning had been done before we closed.
After work we decided to go out for a walk and a beer and chose to walk along the beach to Abbey Beach Resort, to see if it had got any better since the last time we went there.
We are going to have to give up expecting something pleasant when it comes to decent customer service, the grumpy git behind the bar must be put there to make sure the bar doesn’t get too busy.
We didn’t stay long and called a taxi to take us into town, the only reasonable option for somewhere to go for a drink in Busselton when it’s cold outside and you have a child in tow is the ship, sorry, Royal Palms as it is now.
We went to the Ship and went into the restaurant reception area where they have a quiet bar, as we walked up to the bar it was like walking through superglue, they had been watching the Dockers v Eagles game in there this afternoon and vast quantities of beer had been spilt.
We did mention it to the staff who said that it needed a mop, we thought no shit Sherlock, so they left it at that until after about an hour we told the manager, who got somebody to mop it up.
We stayed there for a couple of beers and a bite to eat and then called a taxi to take us home, when we asked how long it would be before the taxi arrived, they said it won’t be long.
Ian pointed out to the taxi people that it was very cold outside and that we didn’t want to be out there long, the telephonist said that it should be just a few minutes.
After a while of standing outside Ian rang again and asked how much longer it would be before the taxi arrived, the telephonist said she didn’t know how long so Ian asked her to ask the controller, she replied that she was the controller, had seven cars and two minibuses to look after and couldn’t possibly know when a taxi would be likely to pick up, she also said that we should go back inside the pub until the taxi arrived, but when Ian asked if the taxi driver would come in and find us, she said no.
Ian used to be a taxi controller in London years ago and used to have to look after between 30 and 40 cars on a Friday and Saturday night, so to hear this soppy mare going on about how it isn’t possible to know what seven cars and two minibuses are doing in a two horse town like Busselton is an absolute joke and an example of the standards of customer service that the people of WA accept as the norm.
Eventually, after standing out in the cold with a young child for ages, a taxi arrived and we managed to grab it before someone else who had been waiting for ages.
If it hadn’t been for the grumpy git at Abbey Resort and the wait in the cold with no idea of when our Taxi would arrive, it could have been a good night out.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tremors
Tuesday 7th July 2009
It was another busy day at the café today, the whole town is full of tourists, we reckon that the economic climate is keeping all the holiday makers a bit closer to home this year.
Marisas friend who happens to be a boy came round to the house for lunch and spent the afternoon here playing with Marisa and the boys.
This evening we watched what has got to go down as one of the worst films ever made, it starred Kevin Bacon but we bet you won’t find it in his greatest hits, it was called Tremors.
The film, for those lucky enough not to have seen it but with an interest in finding out a bit about it, is about WORMS, not just any old worms, but carnivorous ones that have been around for thousands of years and have grown to be about the size of a train carriage.
The female seismologist student who happens to be pretty and working on seismic tests in the area, and who also manages to get her jeans ripped off by a carnivorous worm, turns out to be the leading authority in the field when she announces that nobody has ever seen anything like them before and that it is a great scientific breakthrough.
Firstly, she’s only a student not a professor, so how does she know that nobody has ever seen one before and as they are rather partial to a bit of human flesh and are built like a train carriage, it stands to reason that they have been getting lunch somewhere, presumably the people who were going to let everyone know about them if only they hadn’t been eaten first.
Secondly, in view of their size and appetite, why would they pick on a small town with a population of about thirteen right out in the middle of nowhere, when they could have gone to the city and dined in style.
It’s absolute garbage, the sort of thing you could get glued to at two o’clock in the morning after coming in from the pub having drunk fifteen pints, eaten the worst kebab on the planet, thrown it up in the taxi on the way home, had to walk the last two miles and tripped over the cat as you walk through the door.
Apparently they made a Tremors II as well which is going to be shown on Foxtel soon, if we can’t avoid seeing it, we’ll record it and one night when we get home at two o’clock in the morning after coming in from the pub having drunk fifteen pints, eaten the worst kebab on the planet, thrown it up in the taxi on the way home, had to walk the last two miles and tripped over the cat as you walk through the door, we’ll give it a review, or was that a rear view.
It was another busy day at the café today, the whole town is full of tourists, we reckon that the economic climate is keeping all the holiday makers a bit closer to home this year.
Marisas friend who happens to be a boy came round to the house for lunch and spent the afternoon here playing with Marisa and the boys.
This evening we watched what has got to go down as one of the worst films ever made, it starred Kevin Bacon but we bet you won’t find it in his greatest hits, it was called Tremors.
The film, for those lucky enough not to have seen it but with an interest in finding out a bit about it, is about WORMS, not just any old worms, but carnivorous ones that have been around for thousands of years and have grown to be about the size of a train carriage.
The female seismologist student who happens to be pretty and working on seismic tests in the area, and who also manages to get her jeans ripped off by a carnivorous worm, turns out to be the leading authority in the field when she announces that nobody has ever seen anything like them before and that it is a great scientific breakthrough.
Firstly, she’s only a student not a professor, so how does she know that nobody has ever seen one before and as they are rather partial to a bit of human flesh and are built like a train carriage, it stands to reason that they have been getting lunch somewhere, presumably the people who were going to let everyone know about them if only they hadn’t been eaten first.
Secondly, in view of their size and appetite, why would they pick on a small town with a population of about thirteen right out in the middle of nowhere, when they could have gone to the city and dined in style.
It’s absolute garbage, the sort of thing you could get glued to at two o’clock in the morning after coming in from the pub having drunk fifteen pints, eaten the worst kebab on the planet, thrown it up in the taxi on the way home, had to walk the last two miles and tripped over the cat as you walk through the door.
Apparently they made a Tremors II as well which is going to be shown on Foxtel soon, if we can’t avoid seeing it, we’ll record it and one night when we get home at two o’clock in the morning after coming in from the pub having drunk fifteen pints, eaten the worst kebab on the planet, thrown it up in the taxi on the way home, had to walk the last two miles and tripped over the cat as you walk through the door, we’ll give it a review, or was that a rear view.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Round the World Trip
Monday 29th June 2009
It was pretty quiet in the Café today, there just didn’t seem to be many people about, we reckon they will all come into town tomorrow as there is a lottery draw worth $90 Million and the whole country is talking about it.
We have decided that if we are fortunate enough to win it, we will not let it change us.
We will still embark on that round the world trip that we have got planned for just after Wednesday lunchtime, unfortunately we haven’t got time to pop out and get the tickets until Wednesday morning otherwise we would have left earlier.
Carolyn has gone down with a cold and is feeling very sorry for herself, she didn’t come into work today in an effort to rest and help it clear up.
There was no Cubs tonight for Kristian, they are going to take part in a joint meeting with the Scouts tomorrow night.
It was pretty quiet in the Café today, there just didn’t seem to be many people about, we reckon they will all come into town tomorrow as there is a lottery draw worth $90 Million and the whole country is talking about it.
We have decided that if we are fortunate enough to win it, we will not let it change us.
We will still embark on that round the world trip that we have got planned for just after Wednesday lunchtime, unfortunately we haven’t got time to pop out and get the tickets until Wednesday morning otherwise we would have left earlier.
Carolyn has gone down with a cold and is feeling very sorry for herself, she didn’t come into work today in an effort to rest and help it clear up.
There was no Cubs tonight for Kristian, they are going to take part in a joint meeting with the Scouts tomorrow night.
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