2010 who'd have thought it

well it's January 2010, how amazing. I was alive and kicking in 1969, OK kicking was about it, but this is now the 5th decade I have lived through and for another few months I am still only 40.

Only 40.

...echo...you old fucker...old...old...old...

Good. I bought two short-sleeved shirts on the weekend, i.e. not t-shirts of which I own many dozens. I am even wearing one of these spunky hunky hey you don't look half bad in that shirts. Well, Mrs Chairman Stormy thinks so and who am I to argue.

Is this a sign of maturity? I rejected, on a rough count, around 200 shirts in 3 or 4 shops, including megashops, before I suddenly hit two shirts in one location - Jeanswest at Marrickville Metro. No I don't work there and neither does anyone I know. The girl there was very good though, as was the artistic one in JJ's Jeans who, in between serving the occasional customer, had drawn a really good skull with accompanying snakes, knife etc, she was about 16 I reckon and also did her job really well.

Surprisingly, despite being accompanied by an occasionally feral two-and-a-half-year old, who made me lay down on the floor in one shop, in order to find his feet, poking out below a rack of jeans. As if the 100% jeans shop reference in the preceding paragraph wasn't enough.

He hid in other areas too, and chewed on a few metal coathangers, and he was particular fun to share a changeroom with. I had visions of chasing him across the store in my undies, or shirtless, once he discovered that he could slide under the semi-door that changerooms seem to be blessed with. At one point...i.e. the point of no return...I grabbed his heels as he disappeared, dragged him backwards like a crocodile with a mouthful of prey, and sat him down as firmly as you can sit a small child without going from Super Nanny to Ilsa, She Wolf of the S.S.

But to cut a long and seemingly pointless story short, we ended up having a great fun trip to the Metro, complete with car rides, pizza, doughnuts, shopping, running, jumping, climbing, hiding and lots of singing and silly behaviour. Oh, and the trip to the pet shop which I think confirmed that he is getting a budgie for his 3rd birthday, he loved the cage of ten blue and white boska budgies.



me in Amsterdam in 2003



me in Sussex Inlet in 2009