Happy Oktoberfest!!

Too much happiness in one photo.

Hooray for everything.

How's THIS for entertainment!

I am furious. I am beyond reasonable thought, but I won't let that stop me from sharing with you my thoughts on this weekend's footballing contest between the St George Illawarra CHOKERS and the Eastern Suburbs ROOTERS, two teams who had to beat and cheat the mighty Wests Tigers on their way to the grand final (and no it is not a GF, it's a grand final. Stop shortening everything).

I may watch the game, I may not. It will all depend how many beers I have had on the day, but I do wish for one thing, and God, if you have never listened to my pleas before, hear me out on this one, cos I reckon you'll agree that this one is a good 'un.

Picture it, the teams line up, national anthem is sung, ball kicks off and the game gets underway, then, just before half time, just before the Pancho Riccardo Dancers hit the field adorned in spandex for the half time good time my dream is that a meteorite falls from the sky and crushes both teams, and then, and this is the beautiful part of my dream, it bounces and hits Toddles Carney again! Brilliant!!

Both teams eliminated forever, half time good time continues unabated, Tigers avenged, Toddles and Fire-up Gaz gone, all is good with the world. Win-win-win-win-win! I can't wait for Sunday arvo now.

Every man must have a dream, and for the moment, this is mine.

Stop It NOW!!!

Lunch Shops: I reckon this one could be a little bit too fancy as well...it's got a ceiling fan!

Do you realise the difference between an industrial area lunch shop and an industrial area cafe. Double prices, that's what. Just cos you make something look all high class and snooty whilst serving up the same greasy food, but now incorporate salad as an option, you can double your prices. I don't want salad and a double soy latte. I want food, cheap and fatty and fast.

Some things don't need changing. Lunch shops in industrial areas certainly don't.

DUCK NOW!!!!

I don't want to get political on you, but hey, I will anyway.


Remember when this bloke hijacked the election coverage

with his unbridled insanity and self importance? Remember how all the smart media commentators said sagely that it was a lesson to all Australians, how lucky we were to have not voted him into the top office, and how we as a nation had dodged a bullet.

Well let me be the first to say DUCK!!!!!!! STAY DOWN AND DON'T STAND UP TIL I GIVE THE ALL CLEAR!!!!!!! Because there is a new clown in town that will make Latham look quite sane and reasonable in his thinking and level headed in his approach to the public, the media and the world in general...

Katter is a strange and unhinged individual. And he will probably be after me now for saying that. He has a hair trigger and is known to get cranky about things often. I wouldn't want him holding me by the goolies, and that is exactly what he is doing to the nation now.

Three final words--new election now.

Why Bother?

This is the man that does most of Sydney's building inspections. That's right, Dopey has moved on from mining industry and is alive and well and working in the building pre purchase inspection game.

Regular viewers will know that I am soon to relocate to new digs, and as such have been going through the rigmarole of purchasing a house. This includes having the place inspected to ensure all load bearing curtains are in good nick and that I have not bought a house that I would be sharing with a colony of termites.

We employed the services of a pest and building inspector and received their reports a few days later in which he said there was no underfloor access and could not guarantee if the house was built on blocks of brick, cheese or otherwise and could not say if the house was being held up by a nation of termites or other such beasties.

This concerned me, so being the man of action that I am I contacted my own building inspector and arranged to meet him on site.

After being let in the door it took me one minute to find an access way to inspect below the house. One minute. Turns out it is all good below the floor, and with the house in general, although with a house with as much character as ours has, it will require some remediation works. But we knew that already.

But I digress---back to my original point--why is Dopey working in the building inspection industry? Why didn't he stay in mining? We poor purchasers place our trust and listen to the building inspectors opinion and in turn put money in their pockets, why can't they at least make an effort?

To the building pre-purchase inspector who inspected my abode, please get in the cannon, you deserve no less.