So I sit here in me blunnies, faded blue-jeans, and me best angels shirt watching the Footy [AFL] (Go, the Pies!) After a fierce 44-man riot during which a deflated pigskin got thrown around I was left feeling deflated myself. A DRAW?! A grand finale should have a winner, but then I suppose so should an election. Has Australia gotten too politically correct? there are no winners and losers any more... you're all winners! (another way of saying your all losers) How about a two man stand off? pistols at dawn? surely there is a more manly way to settle this? This is the AFL not the Devondale council flower-comity bi-election. One more week, one more game, once more into the breach. Go the Pies!
In other news I had the pleasure of spending 300 bucks at the doctors so he could jab me with some needles and swallow vile tonics. His sales technique was unfalable though, "do you want to get cholora? i know i wouldn't. People die from cholora you know." ok ok, here's my wallet here's my arm.
Tickets are booked flights are locked, car's on standby - soon i'm off. The plan is liable to change a few times while I'm travelling but includes stops on both coasts of the both North and South America as well as Easter Island and a smattering of Europe and Asia... like big kev says:
I'm Excited
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