When you can't think of something to say...

...tell a joke. This is one of my favourites.

When I was working as a bartender an attractive young lady came into the bar and asked for a double-entendre....

...so, I gave her one.

Jo blogs

If you haven't already, go ahead and check out Jo's blog. It's very interesting and certainly gets updated a lot more often than this one. While you're there be sure to read and absorb Jo's rules for getting dressed. The less fashion faux pas we have, the better.

This is futile

I knew this would happen. Australia beat England in a one-dayer again last night. Ricky Ponting made a century and Mitchell Johnson brought up the winning runs with a six. That makes it 5-0 in the seven match series. We are absolutely caning them and for what? Usually I'd be lapping this up with a spoon, but it's just so hollow this time.

We are going to end up winning 7-0 and saying "You guys suck. We caned you from here to next week.", and they're going to say "Of course you did. We are all still drunk from that huge party we had when WE WON BACK THE ASHES!"

The smug, stinking, limey, pork pie eating, pastey-faced, bottom-feeders.

Not a racist joke

Q: What do you call 200 white guys chasing one black guy?


A: The PGA Tour.



Incidentally, how does that guy find time to win all those golf tournaments and be President of the United States at the same time?

Hair Update

Well, it has been three months since the shearing session and I think I'm about ready for a haircut.


Yes, sadly, I really am that grey.