There’s a lot to do in Adelaide at the moment.
You could bore yourself to death listening to the local ABC in the afternoons (I don’t mean to be rude, but honestly, if I have to hear one more time about how there’s no manners like there used to be etc etc etc).
You could enter the community ideas competition to tell people what aorta be doing in Tarndanyangga (dudes, just add more detergent to the fountain more often, that’s always good for a laugh – it’s called the Three River fountain, I’d forgotten that I knew that).
Tonight, you could got to a meeting out at the dogs in Angle Park and learn how to join a greyhound syndicate. If you were so inclined.
You could go down to the Showgrounds and watch the Pig Hall being demolished and collect some memorabilia from Centennial Hall (Beatles floorboard or 1500 watt globe) . You could go to the zoo and look at the place where they’re going to put a new entrance to get you to see the new pandas. You could take a tour of the Treasury tunnels for History Week (actually, I’m supremely annoyed with myself for missing this).
Or, you could sit at your desk, refreshing bloglines and clicking Get Mail.
The last option wins every time
Yup
– and, you know, bloglines is just a teensy bit late with the updates…better to just manually check 350 blogs hourly.
Try Brisbane local ABC for truly mindblowing
You could drive to McLaren Vale and be taken to the Salopian Inn for a belated birthday lunch of warm spiced olives, Kir Royal, Gulf of St Vincent Bouillabaise (spelling??), Eden Valley Riesling, and half each of a lime and passionfruit creme brulee tart and a Valrhona chocolate marquise thingy with orange caramel sauce. Then you could go to celestial Fox Creek Winery, which is like Rivendell in autumn, and buy verdelho and watch Shadow the Border Collie pounding up and down the vibrating vine fence that is Shadow’s Run. In the sun.
/gloating
/eating for the next 48 hours
You could drive to McLaren Vale and be taken to the Salopian Inn for a belated birthday lunch of warm spiced olives, Kir Royal, Gulf of St Vincent Bouillabaise (spelling??), Eden Valley Riesling, and half each of a lime and passionfruit creme brulee tart and a Valrhona chocolate marquise thingy with orange caramel sauce. Then you could go to celestial Fox Creek Winery, which is like Rivendell in autumn, and buy verdelho and watch Shadow the Border Collie pounding up and down the vibrating vine fence that is Shadow’s Run. In the sun.
/gloating
/eating for the next 48 hours
and, if you hold out long enough and live near me it could pour down bullets of rain and make you feel smug as you hit the send/receive button on your inbasket
Yes we’re working ourselves up for a lawnmowing!
well, staying sugged up with the laptop lessens ur carbon footprint, thats how I console myself when I can’t get out.
*snugged*
I must try keep crumbs out of the keyboard.
….EUROVISION on now!!!!!
Leave PC, TC, turn on telly!
I’m on my way!
I. Love. Finland.
There’s always a bunch of Death Metal guys who dress like World of Warcraft!
With balls of actual fire!
Everything but the tiny Stonehenge.