Everybody's pinching their guts
Young lumps of lead, floating on the harbour
They pick themselves up, now they're falling down again
Big lumps of lead floating to fruition
La la la
Like tickets worn, sometimes stolen
Like foreign languages, squashed into the ferry floor
One ticklish kiss will kill the itch around our ankles
And today moves in wave motion
Tomorrow's failing in the bath
And big lumps of lead, floating out to Pinchgut
And your eyes, watching this, they begin to cry
Your eyes, one ticklish kiss, they begin to cry
Your eyes, lumps of lead, they begin to cry
La la la
I've so much to blog and so little patience to write it all. My head is swimming with the flotsam and jetsam of the last five days, so much so that I don't know where to begin.....
I had full weekend of training. I'm really getting a lot out of these monthly weekends and completely digging the skills that are being picked up and the purpose to which they're going to be put. Saturday's training was some basic nav skills across Botany Bay and then a sunset run up the St Georges river. We had dinner at Jewfish Bay where Simon cooked up a vegetarian storm (we had a token Vegan). We then spent the night nav'ing deep up the St Georges River to some part of the Shire I'd never heard of before making a sprint back to the launch ramp in Botany Bay. I managed to make Jodie's birthday party at Shakespeare's with 30 minutes to closing. Not a bad effort and I was happy with that :)
On Sunday after a 6:00am start we made our way to Bundeena honing different skills as we made our way down the coast. We were about one nautical mile off Cronulla when we paused to wait for one of the other boats when the crew in my boat, myself included, took a moment to take in the view. The view was a sweeping view of Cronulla. What an eyesore Cronulla is (no
Sarby, I'm not having a dig). It looked just like Surfers Paradise, jutting sharply up into the sky from the Cronulla sand. I've never particularly rated the Shire but that was really a clincher, the wall of high rise surging from the sand deep into the sky. Seriously unpleasant. Had some great grilled fish and a swim at Bundeena before making a bumpy way home directly into a nor east swell and wind. Taking my rashee off at Bundeena and keeping it off for the trip home was mistake :)
We had a
CAT meeting on Monday night which promises to bear some serious fruit. More on that later.
Digressing a bit, I want to dwell on the complete lack of press coverage, bar
Indy Media, for the protest of more troops leaving Australia to fight in Iraq. There were about forty protestors (on 24 hours notice), all calling for the troops to be brought home, fully supported and cheered on by the crew of the HMAS Tobruk, people leaving the base, honking their horns and cheering their encouragement, support and thanks from family members of the crew were abundant as was the support from random passers-by.
What was completely absent, which surfless raised tonight, was the press coverage. Surfless, a bit of a media hound, only heard of the HMAS Tobruk departing from me tonight, let alone hearing of any protests. As a result, once again it was pointed out how the Australian media self censors events in an attempt to manipulate a gullable and falsely comfortable population. All the reason for which most people voted in the "coalition" government are slowly but surely proving to be as false as we all knew they were. Interest rates are rising, the cost of living is hiking ever higher, more Australians are being sent to die for US oil companies as part of a desperate pitch to control an ever reducing commodity. What's amusing to me, is the start of the fracturing of the Liberal party as July approaches. The Liberal party is a seriously fractured party of self interested one-issue groups who all see the full control of the Senate as their chance to push their agenda though. Not all these factions agree with each other and it's starting to show. The public spats and positioning of Abbott (the pig) and Costello vying for future leadership post
Lying Johnny (with his fake smile) is just a taste of the fracture that is to come. Some how,
Lying Johnny has managed to hold the beast together but it's all going to come apart in glorious fashion over the next two years.
Combined with ever hiking interest rates, $2/litre petrol prices, the lack of public transport in "aspirational" seats, a crash in property values, the next three years will be interesting. I'm glad I'm debt free and no longer have a mortgage and there's cash in the bank. I may be in a good position to do well.
So tonight, I'm having the mostly fortnightly soup'n'beer with surfless at the Trinity Bar. Enjoying some
Amber Ale, chowing down some pumpkin and lobster soup, chewing the fat over more topics than I can recall and casting an eye over the passing cuties here and there. Suddenly there's a loud "clunk!" over my left shoulder. I turn around in response to see some tool coming down the stairs on his
segway. I was completely gob smacked as he made his way around the bar, ordered some food and a beer before motoring outside to the al fresco dining area.
Seriously, who goes into a crowded bar on a friggin Segway? Perhaps I shouldn't have locked my bike outside but rode it in doing wheelies and pulled off a few bunny hops as I ordered my soup? I just wanted to scream out "Geek!" or at least ask him if he was a Windows developer. Luckily surfless had the good sense to whip out his phone and take the above photos. This bloke gets the arseclown award for April. You, you lame Segway riding tool, are the arseclown for April. Congratulations.
