Diary of a Dilletante

I went to the footy for the first time in ages yesterday. If ever there was an unconvincing 52 point win then this was it. Melbourne were short on personnel and couldn’t put up much of a fight. The cats did what they needed to and won handily but kicking 1.9 in the last quarter was a poor way to finish when they should have been destroying them. I’m looking at you Cam Mooney. Tom Hawkins straightened the boys up fantastically. The way they kept attacking through the middle of ground was in stark contrast to last year where they spent more time going sideways than forwards. There was a bit of a return to this when they decided to try an ice the clock heading in to half time.

So I’m glad of the couple of wins in a row – but I am not going to put too much stock in it yet. A lot of time for it to go wrong again.

Friday we were having lunch at Nandos. I was attempting to order the Swiss Cheese and Onion combo with the listed price of $13.50. “That will be $14.30 please” said the tattooed and pierced young man behind the counter.
“Sorry mate – I just want this thing” I indicated by pointing out the item on the menu that sat on the counter.
“Yeah – it’s $14.30 because of the cheese”
“No! It’s $13.50. It says so on the menu.”
He calls out to his manager “A customer is complaining!” Apparently this is my fault.
He moves to the register beside this one to deal with the queue that has formed behind me while the manager type comes out to ask what my problem is. I tell him that I just want the standard menu item at the stated price please. He pushes a couple of buttons and charges me $13.50 and I get my order placed. Tattoo and piercing boy is clearly having a bad day and when the manager tries to point out the error of his ways is told “Just don’t start with me OK!”

Andrew looked at me and said “You are so going to blog that aren’t you”

Yes I am. Here it is. My grudges will be archived for all eternity!!!

I am Charlie Brown. My holiday essay reads perilously close to I played ball and went to camp.

I went to the in-laws and played golf. 45 holes and a couple of practice sessions which have shredded my hands. The callus under my left ring finger blistered and bled. It was great. Blew my first chance to have a handicap of less than 20 for the first time in my life too. Will have to get out again soon to make that happen.

Back at work and busy as fuck doing my job and covering 2 others. Not as much fun as it sounds.

I went back and cleaned up something that had been bugging me for a while. I completed GH1 on Hard. Took 2 tries to get through each of BARK AT THE MOON and COWBOYS FROM HELL, but the break had been clearly good for my concentration and so I surged through to the end. Dunno if I’ll make it to the end of Expert mode though.

This kept me up till quite late though and so I stumbled into an early start this Sunday morning with a few jobs to do with the girls while my beloved attended some conference representing the ABA. Whoever organised this shindig put them next door to the Nestle stand. Were they hoping for some sort of incident?

Job 2 was grocery shopping. The girls and I got to the checkout and I find that my card expired yesterday. “Oh yeah! Today is the 1st isn’t it!” So they put my trolley to the side and the girls and I race home to grab my replacement card off the desk and then race back to pick up the goods before the frozen things melt. I am such an idiot.

A coffee for me and hot chocolates for the girls and we were all a bit better prepared to face the day.

That was until I discovered Josie had stolen a small easter egg from the supermarket.

It made me wish for the lesser shame of turning up to a supermarket checkout without a means of paying for my trolley full of goods. Gutted.