Train Pain

I am a recent convert of the I-drive-my-car-to-work brigade. Wow. I had no idea it was like this. Dog eat dog. Or, dog ate dog - and then spat it out. There is a real 'not if I can cut you off first' mentality in the mornings. It's Sydneyesque. Chill the hell out people - it's only work you're rushing to and risking everyone's lives for. Some of those red lights that you guys run are almost green again....Sheesh..

Street Cred. Part 1.

I've decided that I should carry a guitar when walking around the streets. Or, at the very least, a guitar case. At this point the plan is to definitely carry one pretty much anywhere I go on the weekends, and to probably carry one to work with me during the week.

Why, I hear you ask? Yes - I definitely heard you ask, let's not digress unnecessarily.

Because it looks cool (that's why). Ever so freakin' cool. Dress it up with a suit (yeah, I have big plans), dress it down with jeans; or shorts. Just take that baby with you. Everywhere. Playing tennis on the weekend? Don't forget the guitar. Ducking into the (in)convenience store for milk? Don't forget the guitar. Dropping 'round for a booty call? Don't forget the guitar. Important meeting at work with the boss reviewing KPI's and discussing xmas bonuses? Don't forget the god-damn guitar.

It's so simple. Why haven't I been carrying one up to now? More importantly, why haven't you?

Winter 2010

Well then. Now that it's mostly over, I feel safe in the following remark: Is that your best Melbourne? That all you got? You can't make winter any colder, wetter, windier; any more disagreeable, distressing or just plain, downright torturous?

Is it that I had come off a 12 month sojourn in Brisbane and have thus become a little 'soft'? Was I, in the male athletic world's vernacular, a little 'gay' to begin with? Perhaps it was due to me being squirrelled away each day in a Southbank office block doing the 9-5 slog, and getting smashed by the frigid winter winds every time I ventured outside?

Or, was it the three nights each week that I spent outdoors as a sports coach, exposed both to the elements and the nightly tribulations foisted upon me by my athletes?

Just why the heck did I find winter 2010 such a damn struggle?

No matter really. It was freezing. All winter. Every night. Far too cold. Not happy Jan.