BurbleChaz

After three months of dithering, I added ten lines of code to the software that collates these witterings and we now have archives. When it comes to prevarication, I'm going to write the book. The front page is 1/20th of its former size.

With a Hunter's Chicken seething in the oven, we tried looking for an open bar. It's the Melbourne Cup tomorrow, so we'd hoped that the eve of the city's biggest social event would persuade at least one bar in the world's most liveable city to open. We were disappointed. What is it with these people? What is so scary that they have to close the whole beer-retailing infrastructure for two nights every week? Is booze rationed? Or are Australians just a bunch of weak-livered latte-sipping metrosexual wimps? Last Friday we went for a few beers and a meal with some guys from work. The Aussies all sloped of early, or were so far off the pace that we lost sight of them. It was left to me (an Englishman), a Welshman and an Indian to dispose of the booze. The Delicate Flower did more damage to the global shiraz supply than the Antipodeans did. Wusses.

Cup Day tomorrow is a state holiday. We'll probably take the bikes out. Then, I'm going to start an education campaign. Pint glasses only. Including the shiraz.