Me in Rome in 2005.
The last three were surprisingly coherent, if not 100%, considering the time of night, well morning technically, but this one will be different. It will be focussed. It will have meaning. It will burn you with the intellectual fire, pierce you with the rapier wit, and tap you on the knee with the humour mallet.
The only thing is...I have nothing to say !
Well I did get offered a new job today. Same department, different area, more money, more responsibility. Well I am guessing about the latter one as I don't start for two weeks, but with more money always comes more responsibility.
At least in my public service neck of the woods.
My wife just reminded me that on Saturday, after spending the afternoon with some old friends at a pub in the beer garden on a sunny day, I was very amusing. Perhaps not deliberately. Aside from telling her the same stories three or four times, then watching the end of a show we recorded and telling her to delete it - only to not recall it the next day - when we went to bed I - in one of my sexy new shirts - decided to do some kind of posing mixed with stripping which, so I am told, was funny but dangerous as I was teetering at one point, while removing my shirt and standing with one foot up on something or other.
That was a long sentence, probably unfeasibly long.
Perhaps surprisingly I was not in too bad shape the next day - going to bed at 9.30 and having a decent night's sleep does help - and off we went to a christening in a Catholic church made from a concrete block lined with a wood panelled interior. Truly an architectural miracle. I know Catholics are pretty big on the Immaculate Conception but this was more like the Unimaginable Conception. Seriously, I've seen more aesthetically pleasing shithouses.
The priest was a good speaker but longwinded. We did not need the religious lecture ad nauseam and his reference to medieval nonsense...during a ceremony which involved oiling children...was a bit much. Still the ceremony went well for the various parents involved and none of their kids arced up too much. Mine just used the pews and kneeler as a gymnasium, there was a lot of running and climbing and jumping, all accompanied by him not-very-sotto-voce going "Quiet, very quiet, whisper".
Thankfully a BBQ followed with most of our best friends there and lots of kids who had a ball in the inflatable pool. It was only slightly stinking hot. Lots of shade and cold drinks though...but yours truly was the designated driver at my own call. I figured I'd had enough beers the day before to not need any more, and Tanya ought to get the chance to let her hair down, and have two or three. That's about her limit if looking after the child is on the agenda.
Next day (Monday) we had off, and after doing heaps of work round the house in the morning we went to see Sherlock Holmes, which was very entertaining but had very little to do with the 'real' one. Good fun though and having a child free day while Jack was in daycare was very relaxing !
Might sign off now as we are up to date really.
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