If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that Scott is changing jobs. I find that to be highly selfish. Who the hell else is going to organise the Fatloaf Karting Bonanza? I’m not, and I am sure as hell not flying to Perth to participate. Especially since I never actually race because of my back. I’m just a keen supporter/sledger.

Anyhoo, onto other things.

Cricket.
The cricket season draws nearer. This Sunday, Golden Grove Cricket Club will be having their first pre-season training session and I’m looking forward to it. It’ll be nice just to be a player this season. After ten years of being on the Committee or preparing wickets (or indeed, both), spending a season or two just playing will be tremendous. Who knows, in a few years time I may get the urge to get back involved with the running of the Club. Then again, I may not. That’s the sort of crazy, exciting life I lead. I’ve pretty much been given the A Grade ‘keeping position. However, I can’t see myself batting above 10 given the people we’re likely to have in the side. Not bad when you consider that I used to open the damn batting. If I don’t bat above Gabby-Jay, then I’m going to be very pissed off.

Stig Matyr.
If you haven’t been there already, I suggest that you have a look at this site. I won’t use his real name, as his identity must remain a secret. Most people living in Gotham City don’t know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, so most people living in Adelaide mustn’t know that Stig is none other than mild mannered…wouldn’t you like to know? Let’s just say that he is known to the Fatloaf fraternity. Now, Stig and I tend to disagree on many things…politics, music, which code of football is the best, what sort of underpants Betty Rubble wears…but there is something we always seem to agree on. Religion. Neither of us likes it. Agree with what he says or not, I suggest reading his blog (hehehe, blog). It’s always well written and he’s prepared to argue his point until he’s blue in the face. However, given his recent operation and cigarette habit that may have been a legitimate medical problem.

Ugh boots.
I have bitched before about people wearing their ugh boots out of the house and you’re probably sick of hearing about it. However, I would like to add something that I noticed today while I was enjoying my iced coffee (see below). If you insist on wearing your ugh boots with anything other than your dressing gown, would you PLEASE either tuck both legs of your dacks into them, OR leave both of them out? Don’t have one of each, and for fuck’s sake, don’t have part of one leg tucked into one boot. It looks fucking stupid.

Farmers Union Iced Coffee.
Now, many of you know that I am addicted to the stuff. I entered the competition to be the face of Farmers Union many times. However, I didn’t win which pissed me off no end. I just hope that Richard Kaczmarczyk drinks as much as me. If he drinks it occasionally and entered the competition as an after thought, I’ll be severely pissed off. At lest he has a beard.

That’s enough for today, I have assignments to do.

Until next time…

Love and sloppy kisses,
Grum

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