MOOMINS M.C.

Yay for Australia getting through into the next round in the world cup!!!

Had a visit from Golden Sack awardee Kate yesterday.
She spoke of many things on her trip to Afreaka, here are just some that caught my attention :

The inability to deal with utefulls of armed men driving around the streets

The general feeling of unease and violence pervading the streets.

The American tourists who were busily engaged in pursuits guaranteeing a pathological hate for their nation by anyone who comes in contact with them ( if they didn’t already have one ).
One pair of septic tanks was spotted haggling with a shop attendant about the price of a painting. The going rate was about $4 and they were trying to beat him down to $3.50. Not meaning to sound racist but, must’ve been Jewish.
Ok, so maybe that is a bit racist but the next one is true.

A 21/22 year old “Jewish Princess” was spotted at the airport duty free in Nairobi trying to haggle with the shop assistant in a rather unpleasant manner.
When informed that it is not shop policy to haggle and that he can’t do anything about it, the girl got mighty upset and threatened the assistant with her Jewish mother. Having said that she did go and get her mum.
Thankfully, her mum could see the inappropriate nature of the negotiation and refused to back her daughter.

And the U.S. of A. wonders why people want to fly aeroplanes and drive cars full of explosives into them!

tsk, tsk, tsk…..

Anyway, Kate has a dilemma due to her holiday being cut so short, she is now faced with the fact that her room at the Watkins Street residence is occupied by French students for about 6 weeks.
Seeing as I am likely to be in hospital for that period she will be staying at Clarence Street.
Watkins Street and Clarence are a bit like sister cities, except that they’re not cities but houses. But you get the point.

Chicken update: Michael, our resident chicken master is in full swing building the chook pen in the back yard and the word is the chooks’ accommodation will be better than ours.
And purple.

Me update: Had a surgeon take a captain’s at my infected and unclosing wounds.
Not having enough precious metal in my body, I have been getting these wounds dressed with special stuff which contains silver. Kid you not!
Anyway, this hasn’t done the trick.
Looks like I might be going back under the knife on Monday.
That’ll be operation number 5 “Pus Storm” and should be a relatively straightforward event.

P.S. I have found my new roommate's flaw ( we all have them ).
He’s a big brother watcher.
Apart from that, he's a really nice bloke.
Please note the lack of caps as I feel the show does not deserve respect as indicated by capital letters.
I don’t understand this show or unreality tv in general.
Why would someone want to sit on a couch watching other people sitting on a couch!?
Never mind as I have plenty of music to drown out the morons on that show.

Did I mention how jealous I am of my sister and her man?
Not only can they walk, but they're going to Iceland as well!!!






With Princess Strawberry at the pub. Pondering the safety of Richmond.





One of the offending wounds ( the shoulder if you can't tell )





A close up of the offending wound. HELLO! HELLo! HELlo! HEllo! Hello! hello!






Uuuuuggghhhh!!!! You can see its innards!