Melbourne Comedy Festival wrap up
The last weekend of the comedy festival, and I was itching to go see one last show. Digging through the pages of shows on off, I settled with the Pajama Men. They were like a mystical creature - something everyone spoke about with high praise, but seen only with the off sighting. Or a shell of a cicada, a stamp of a big foot, the crumbs on the bottom of a baking dish. I could not find any videos or demo clips on them, so I went in pretty fresh, not knowing what to expect, relying purely on the word on the street.
I meet some mates at the box office about an hour and a half before showtime. I'm the first to view the board and notice it has a big red "SOLD OUT" sticker on the show. What twists the knife even more is that people are raving about how good they are at the box office. A group debate while we are in line leads to Eddie Ifft, an American comedian that is also quite well reknown.
By the time we get to the front of the line, we have already heard there is 1 ticket left. The girl at the ticket stand confirms on her computer. I don't know what made my brain flick on but it felt like it did for some reason. Instead of curling into a ball and excusing myself out of line to make another decision, I asked "can I have tickets to the Pajama Men?"
"I think they are sold out." She said
"Can you check?" I say in the same breath.
"Um..... oh....yes (as she clicks away on her keyboard). I can do it. How many tickets do you need"
It felt like I had won something. It was a small victory, but I was going to see the Pajama Men.
They didn't disappoint. Completely random, funny, fast paced and well put together. Think of skilled actors doing character switches to a storyline with improv on the fly. The two guys really get into character and suck you into the show, then make you laugh and keep you intrigued.
The next day I found they had won the Barry award at this years comedy festival (best show in 2009). Keep an eye out for them!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
What to buy a pregnant woman part 2
Just as babies have certain time till they are born, the time which I had to buy a present for pregnant friend was coming up.
I must honestly admit (in the most manly way I can), it was interesting to do the hunting for a present for a soon-to-be mother. It really challenged my testosterone loaded brain to think into the small oestregon regions of my frontal lobes.
In the end, I really ran out of time, and had to make a quick decision - which ended up being a bottle of gold label champagne. Not the best choice I know, but my reasons were:
1. it was just for her, not the baby
2. she hadn't had a drink in 9 months.
3. champagne is perfect for celebrations
If I had more time, I would have done more with it. You'll understand what I mean when I share some of the insights from my gift hunting.
Ideas/suggestions of maternity gifts
1 - previous post of maternity massage or baby creams (which I saw people actually gave her)
2 - Strangely to me, it was a common theme of DO NOT get flowers, as these come from people who are acquaintances, don't really care, or are going to a funeral.
3 - fruit baskets win out. I tested this by asking different moms these questions.
a. flowers or fruit basket
b. champagne or fruit basket
c. baby creams or fruit basket
Fruit baskets won hands down. Common reason
- you can eat fruits any time (you can't eat flowers, and you can only drink champagne at certain times e.g after dinner)
4. Nappies are as good as fruit baskets. This seemed to be the most quickly answered question (e.g "yes, nappies." All in one breath, rather than stopping and thinking). I don't have a child, but apparently you can never get enough nappies.
5. Other great ideas included
- bath salts/relaxants (for her)
- something for her feet (massage/pedicure/etc), as she hasn't seen her feet in 9 months, and when she has, they are puffy. I can definately say puffy feet are true - this lady had balloons on her feet!!!!!!!!!
- baby bath with assorted baby products (e.g nappies, bath salts, creams, etc)
- visit to the hair dressers. Because her hair has probably taken a back seat to bub. For some reason, I liked this one - would have got her this if I was thought of this before I bought the champagne.
- An interesting one was "belly art", which surprisingly beat "nappies" and "fruit basket". The reason seemed to be because of the sentimental value of the memory. A group of friends is required to chip in because its not cheap!
Good luck JS!
I must honestly admit (in the most manly way I can), it was interesting to do the hunting for a present for a soon-to-be mother. It really challenged my testosterone loaded brain to think into the small oestregon regions of my frontal lobes.
In the end, I really ran out of time, and had to make a quick decision - which ended up being a bottle of gold label champagne. Not the best choice I know, but my reasons were:
1. it was just for her, not the baby
2. she hadn't had a drink in 9 months.
3. champagne is perfect for celebrations
If I had more time, I would have done more with it. You'll understand what I mean when I share some of the insights from my gift hunting.
Ideas/suggestions of maternity gifts
1 - previous post of maternity massage or baby creams (which I saw people actually gave her)
2 - Strangely to me, it was a common theme of DO NOT get flowers, as these come from people who are acquaintances, don't really care, or are going to a funeral.
3 - fruit baskets win out. I tested this by asking different moms these questions.
a. flowers or fruit basket
b. champagne or fruit basket
c. baby creams or fruit basket
Fruit baskets won hands down. Common reason
- you can eat fruits any time (you can't eat flowers, and you can only drink champagne at certain times e.g after dinner)
4. Nappies are as good as fruit baskets. This seemed to be the most quickly answered question (e.g "yes, nappies." All in one breath, rather than stopping and thinking). I don't have a child, but apparently you can never get enough nappies.
5. Other great ideas included
- bath salts/relaxants (for her)
- something for her feet (massage/pedicure/etc), as she hasn't seen her feet in 9 months, and when she has, they are puffy. I can definately say puffy feet are true - this lady had balloons on her feet!!!!!!!!!
- baby bath with assorted baby products (e.g nappies, bath salts, creams, etc)
- visit to the hair dressers. Because her hair has probably taken a back seat to bub. For some reason, I liked this one - would have got her this if I was thought of this before I bought the champagne.
- An interesting one was "belly art", which surprisingly beat "nappies" and "fruit basket". The reason seemed to be because of the sentimental value of the memory. A group of friends is required to chip in because its not cheap!
Good luck JS!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Mental as anything
Quick update to make sure I don't totally neglect this blog.
Current things on my mind
1. when is the new internet month going to start? I've hit my download limit and have been capped at modem speed for over a week now. Which means no internet for me. Which means no blogging for me either.
2. Had a really good gym session tonight. 7k on the treadmill, and a revised shoulder and back workout till close. First good run I've knocked out in a few weeks. Later as I was cooling down and stretching, I really thought about how much of a mental thing running it is. You just have to keep running. Would love to do a marathon. This year maybe?
3. What do I get a pregnant lady? One of my colleagues at work is going on maternity leave on friday. She is a no fuss sort of girl, but she has a giantor heart. When I'm stressed (which is very very often nowadays), she pulls me downstairs, and buys me a coffee. Thinking of what I can get her. So far, I think because she is a no fuss girl, I want to get her something that is just for her. I'm thinking a nice wine, as she hasn't been able to drink for the last 32 weeks, or maybe the suggestions I got.
Not-so-pregnant lady at work said - pregnant massage near Yarra Valley. She said 2 things about it of note
a. Its specifically for pregnant ladies - the massage table has a breathing space opening for the head, and also a padded space for the bun in the oven. She said being able to lie down on your stomach alone is worth it.
b. She said that certain pressure points can induce labour. hahaha. So don't go to a regular masseuse.
Another lady friend said she got her sister baby products cream from the body shop. Haha. Didn't know babies cared about moisturizing.
4. holiday plans starting to take shape
Current things on my mind
1. when is the new internet month going to start? I've hit my download limit and have been capped at modem speed for over a week now. Which means no internet for me. Which means no blogging for me either.
2. Had a really good gym session tonight. 7k on the treadmill, and a revised shoulder and back workout till close. First good run I've knocked out in a few weeks. Later as I was cooling down and stretching, I really thought about how much of a mental thing running it is. You just have to keep running. Would love to do a marathon. This year maybe?
3. What do I get a pregnant lady? One of my colleagues at work is going on maternity leave on friday. She is a no fuss sort of girl, but she has a giantor heart. When I'm stressed (which is very very often nowadays), she pulls me downstairs, and buys me a coffee. Thinking of what I can get her. So far, I think because she is a no fuss girl, I want to get her something that is just for her. I'm thinking a nice wine, as she hasn't been able to drink for the last 32 weeks, or maybe the suggestions I got.
Not-so-pregnant lady at work said - pregnant massage near Yarra Valley. She said 2 things about it of note
a. Its specifically for pregnant ladies - the massage table has a breathing space opening for the head, and also a padded space for the bun in the oven. She said being able to lie down on your stomach alone is worth it.
b. She said that certain pressure points can induce labour. hahaha. So don't go to a regular masseuse.
Another lady friend said she got her sister baby products cream from the body shop. Haha. Didn't know babies cared about moisturizing.
4. holiday plans starting to take shape
Monday, April 13, 2009
Worth it
The weekend in review.
Good Friday - ate Rockling to ensure I ate fish on good Friday. Also ate almost 1kg chocolate. no joke. the roadie came out for a 20k ride as a result. The quietest I've ever seen Chapel St - but found a 24h restaurant - Chappellis!
Saturday - the first real gym session I've had. Awesome! Birthday celebrations for 2 very important people.
Sunday - Hiking at Mount Worth State Park. 125 km SE of Melbourne (1040 hectares of natural forest in the western Strzelecki Ranges)
8.5k hike, but some mountainous terrain. Great hill sprints with some of the boys.
Monday - day with family friends. Irritated I didn't get a gym session before it closed. Soothed my inner frustration with port and a homemade penang thai curry. First time I've made it since my cooking excursion, and it turned out great!
Good Friday - ate Rockling to ensure I ate fish on good Friday. Also ate almost 1kg chocolate. no joke. the roadie came out for a 20k ride as a result. The quietest I've ever seen Chapel St - but found a 24h restaurant - Chappellis!
Saturday - the first real gym session I've had. Awesome! Birthday celebrations for 2 very important people.
Sunday - Hiking at Mount Worth State Park. 125 km SE of Melbourne (1040 hectares of natural forest in the western Strzelecki Ranges)
8.5k hike, but some mountainous terrain. Great hill sprints with some of the boys.
Monday - day with family friends. Irritated I didn't get a gym session before it closed. Soothed my inner frustration with port and a homemade penang thai curry. First time I've made it since my cooking excursion, and it turned out great!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Back to back Byrne
Last year I splashed out and laughed all the way to 5 shows at the Melbourne Comedy festival. Hughesy, Will Anderson, Chopper, Arj, and Jason Byrne.
Among the greats, Jason took it hands down. I never heard of Jason before, but decided to listen to my mate wax lyrical about this guy. It was one of those decisions I look back and think "I am so glad I made that decision".
So on a sunday afternoon, my mate and I planed to meet at the town hall. We both happened to have big nights beforehand. I ended up being about 10 minutes late, and my mate missed the train and was about 15 late.
We snuck in but the door was very close to the stage. I was 5 steps in, walking towards a back seat, when a voice booms "oh no you don't!! There are 2 seats for you HERE!!"
I turn around and see the lights focused on Jason on the stage. My focus then extends to his pointing finger, which coincidently is pointing to exactly 2 seats for my mate and I, front and centre of the first row.
Thinking we were forgiven with our "priority"seats, I began to relax and enjoy the show. But Jason had other ideas. He had only forgiven us for 2 minutes, before asking us questions. The next thing I know, my mate was on the stage. Being a great mate, I did my duty and took a photo with my phone. I dont know whether it was the sound or the flash, but it caught Jason's attention and his focus shifted from my mate to me.
The next thing I know, I am co-hosting this comedy gig with Jason. I am smack bang on stage, sitting down on the middle table, with 2 seats to my left, and 2 to my right. My mate is the assigned scorekeeper.
What you have to realise is that I had absolutely no idea what this show was or who this Jason Byrne person was. I walked into the room not knowing what to expect. And here I am, sitting in front of everyone, on stage, with a world reknowned comedian.
Once I started to grow accustom to the stage, the next round surprises came in. I soon came to realise the ticket I had bought, was entrance to a "comedy game show", similar to spicks and specks. Speaking of Spicks and Specks, out walked out the first team, which consisted of Adam Hills and Colin Lane (of Lano and Woodley). I shifted nervously in my wooden chair while trying to maintain a cool composure for the crowd. The opposition then proceeded to sit down next to my right. It was Greg Fleet and Tom Gleeson. After the first few jokes, I couldn't help but relax and soak in the comedic energy, even getting the crowd laughing a few times.
It was the best show I've ever been to, even beating the memorable Dave Callan's "Beautiful World" in 2006. Dave's show was amazing, and I remember walking out with a huge spring in my step and giant smile of satisfaction and laughter. Unfortunately, seeing him back to back in 2007 proved anti-climatic.
But Jason Byrne proved back to back shows could work. I saw him last night at the Capitol. Not one joke was recycled, and you could tell he was born for stage comedy. He is so random!! I thought he started a bit slow and my comedy critic came out to play for the first 10 minutes or so (granted I had finished work at 8:30pm and had to speed and run to the theater). But he pulled it off. He finished off strongly and had me laughing, with too many jokes to remember and use. Highly recommended!!
Among the greats, Jason took it hands down. I never heard of Jason before, but decided to listen to my mate wax lyrical about this guy. It was one of those decisions I look back and think "I am so glad I made that decision".
So on a sunday afternoon, my mate and I planed to meet at the town hall. We both happened to have big nights beforehand. I ended up being about 10 minutes late, and my mate missed the train and was about 15 late.
We snuck in but the door was very close to the stage. I was 5 steps in, walking towards a back seat, when a voice booms "oh no you don't!! There are 2 seats for you HERE!!"
I turn around and see the lights focused on Jason on the stage. My focus then extends to his pointing finger, which coincidently is pointing to exactly 2 seats for my mate and I, front and centre of the first row.
Thinking we were forgiven with our "priority"seats, I began to relax and enjoy the show. But Jason had other ideas. He had only forgiven us for 2 minutes, before asking us questions. The next thing I know, my mate was on the stage. Being a great mate, I did my duty and took a photo with my phone. I dont know whether it was the sound or the flash, but it caught Jason's attention and his focus shifted from my mate to me.
The next thing I know, I am co-hosting this comedy gig with Jason. I am smack bang on stage, sitting down on the middle table, with 2 seats to my left, and 2 to my right. My mate is the assigned scorekeeper.
What you have to realise is that I had absolutely no idea what this show was or who this Jason Byrne person was. I walked into the room not knowing what to expect. And here I am, sitting in front of everyone, on stage, with a world reknowned comedian.
Once I started to grow accustom to the stage, the next round surprises came in. I soon came to realise the ticket I had bought, was entrance to a "comedy game show", similar to spicks and specks. Speaking of Spicks and Specks, out walked out the first team, which consisted of Adam Hills and Colin Lane (of Lano and Woodley). I shifted nervously in my wooden chair while trying to maintain a cool composure for the crowd. The opposition then proceeded to sit down next to my right. It was Greg Fleet and Tom Gleeson. After the first few jokes, I couldn't help but relax and soak in the comedic energy, even getting the crowd laughing a few times.
It was the best show I've ever been to, even beating the memorable Dave Callan's "Beautiful World" in 2006. Dave's show was amazing, and I remember walking out with a huge spring in my step and giant smile of satisfaction and laughter. Unfortunately, seeing him back to back in 2007 proved anti-climatic.
But Jason Byrne proved back to back shows could work. I saw him last night at the Capitol. Not one joke was recycled, and you could tell he was born for stage comedy. He is so random!! I thought he started a bit slow and my comedy critic came out to play for the first 10 minutes or so (granted I had finished work at 8:30pm and had to speed and run to the theater). But he pulled it off. He finished off strongly and had me laughing, with too many jokes to remember and use. Highly recommended!!
Off to the Circa
My menu
main - Saddle of rabbit, braised leg raviolo, mushroom, artichoke, peas, sage and anchovy fritter.
side - roasted kipfler potatoes, paprika and parsley butter, and the organic rocket leaves with fresh figs and pomegranate dressing
dessert - soft chocolate croquante, orange and mint
Finally the Circa is off my list of restaurants to savor and critique.
Simple summary - The dessert was memorable. The panna cotta dessert amuse busch was a nice touch as a lead in to the smoothness of the croquante. Reminded me of a fusion chocolate martini mousse I had in Brisbane, and in my books, sits as highly regarded as Ezard's renowned honeycrunch icecream with toasted gingerbread and sugar swirl dessert. The main meal was satisfying, but left me wondering if I should have ordered the wagyu.
Now to the next chef hat.
main - Saddle of rabbit, braised leg raviolo, mushroom, artichoke, peas, sage and anchovy fritter.
side - roasted kipfler potatoes, paprika and parsley butter, and the organic rocket leaves with fresh figs and pomegranate dressing
dessert - soft chocolate croquante, orange and mint
Finally the Circa is off my list of restaurants to savor and critique.
Simple summary - The dessert was memorable. The panna cotta dessert amuse busch was a nice touch as a lead in to the smoothness of the croquante. Reminded me of a fusion chocolate martini mousse I had in Brisbane, and in my books, sits as highly regarded as Ezard's renowned honeycrunch icecream with toasted gingerbread and sugar swirl dessert. The main meal was satisfying, but left me wondering if I should have ordered the wagyu.
Now to the next chef hat.
Life's too short to be fearful
Two years have come and gone. How much has really changed?
Dear A,
I haven't thought of you in a while. But my view of you remains exactly the same as when I last pictured you. In the highest possible regard. I miss you. My heart still longs for you. I truly wish you were here.
I can't help but think you were too far advanced for your time. Too elite to be held back by the routine of life. You inspire me to reach not for the stars, but to the furthest extent of the universe.
I just want one more of your all encompassing bear hugs that block the world out. I want to feel your energy and dare to break the rules and be spontaneous.
No matter how far away you were from your destination, distance never stopped you from living your dream. Those endless kilometres, week after week didn't even dim your burning fire. The joke is on all of us. Who aren't fearless. Who give in. Who don't put in the effort.
I strive to be immortal like you. Whatup girl
Dear A,
I haven't thought of you in a while. But my view of you remains exactly the same as when I last pictured you. In the highest possible regard. I miss you. My heart still longs for you. I truly wish you were here.
I can't help but think you were too far advanced for your time. Too elite to be held back by the routine of life. You inspire me to reach not for the stars, but to the furthest extent of the universe.
I just want one more of your all encompassing bear hugs that block the world out. I want to feel your energy and dare to break the rules and be spontaneous.
No matter how far away you were from your destination, distance never stopped you from living your dream. Those endless kilometres, week after week didn't even dim your burning fire. The joke is on all of us. Who aren't fearless. Who give in. Who don't put in the effort.
I strive to be immortal like you. Whatup girl
Thursday, April 2, 2009
myself at Christmas
My motivation comes in ebbs and flows.
Super healthy one day. Binge junk food bulldozer another.
My motivation has now evolved to thinking about myself. At Christmas.
When it is December 25 2009, who do I see, how do I look, what skills do I have, what is my lifestyle like, how is my account balance.
I can see this person. Blurry at the moment. But now every decision I make I think of this person.
I find its making me do 2 things
1. make me stop doing the bad habits
e.g Every time I want to skip a gym session or eat a block of chocolate, or when I want to pull out the credit card, I stop and think about that ideal person, then think about a mediocre version of that person. Then I make an educated decision
2. makes me start to do the good things
e.g eat properly, take the stairs, try and get out of work by 6, etc
Wonder how close I'm going to get to that person......
Super healthy one day. Binge junk food bulldozer another.
My motivation has now evolved to thinking about myself. At Christmas.
When it is December 25 2009, who do I see, how do I look, what skills do I have, what is my lifestyle like, how is my account balance.
I can see this person. Blurry at the moment. But now every decision I make I think of this person.
I find its making me do 2 things
1. make me stop doing the bad habits
e.g Every time I want to skip a gym session or eat a block of chocolate, or when I want to pull out the credit card, I stop and think about that ideal person, then think about a mediocre version of that person. Then I make an educated decision
2. makes me start to do the good things
e.g eat properly, take the stairs, try and get out of work by 6, etc
Wonder how close I'm going to get to that person......
quite grand
Sunday was a day which started out with my phone waking me up at 5am. I set it to 6am so i could go on a pack ride with some mates to Mordialloc. So I slapped myself for forgetting daylight savings and went back to sleep. I get a call an hour later, and the pack is about to leave. I'm late. And still in bed. 50 minutes away from the meeting point.
I did end up with some extra sleep, but I did want to go for a ride. Oh well. To other news.
Despite being a born and bred Melburnian, last weekend, I finally popped my grand prix cherry. And it was better than i imagined.
Quietly impressed as a matter of fact.
I was stunned by the sheer speed of those sexy refined hunks of metal, and the noise was absolutely ear shattering, despite ear plugs! Yet I still saw almost half of the crowd not wearing earplugs. Not bursting my eardrums thankyou very much.
The poll position for bursting the eardrums though was the F18 fighter jet that glided through the sky like it was the biggest fish in the pond. Very impressive though. I can say that most people had sore necks from looking at that beast, but it was definately worth it.
I got a pretty sweet spot track side which I effortlessly filled up my camera with shots of the F1s. Had to get the token ferrari shot, along side the Red Bull car which looked great. I personally was most interested in the McLaren - that would definately be the design I would choose to cruise down chapel. Was very tired by the end of the day, I must have walked for over 4 hours, probably did 40,000+ steps.
Other highlights of the day included
- the skill and effortlessness of the roulettes
- the festival atmosphere of the crowds, and the buzz of crowds packed onto the hills
- barging and stampeding the security guards to break onto the grand prix track
- watching Dallas Crane and The Who blast Albert Park with their best 0fs
Photos to come.
I did end up with some extra sleep, but I did want to go for a ride. Oh well. To other news.
Despite being a born and bred Melburnian, last weekend, I finally popped my grand prix cherry. And it was better than i imagined.
Quietly impressed as a matter of fact.
I was stunned by the sheer speed of those sexy refined hunks of metal, and the noise was absolutely ear shattering, despite ear plugs! Yet I still saw almost half of the crowd not wearing earplugs. Not bursting my eardrums thankyou very much.
The poll position for bursting the eardrums though was the F18 fighter jet that glided through the sky like it was the biggest fish in the pond. Very impressive though. I can say that most people had sore necks from looking at that beast, but it was definately worth it.
I got a pretty sweet spot track side which I effortlessly filled up my camera with shots of the F1s. Had to get the token ferrari shot, along side the Red Bull car which looked great. I personally was most interested in the McLaren - that would definately be the design I would choose to cruise down chapel. Was very tired by the end of the day, I must have walked for over 4 hours, probably did 40,000+ steps.
Other highlights of the day included
- the skill and effortlessness of the roulettes
- the festival atmosphere of the crowds, and the buzz of crowds packed onto the hills
- barging and stampeding the security guards to break onto the grand prix track
- watching Dallas Crane and The Who blast Albert Park with their best 0fs
Photos to come.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Early April fools?
I hardly get any sleep during the week, so over the weekend, I religiously pray to the sleep Gods until around noon when I wake up on Saturday and Sunday.
Yet my alarm was set to 6am Sunday morning.
I actually went to bed early on Saturday night excited. I was going on a pack ride to Mordialloc with some mates, who had elite racing mates coming along too. It was going to be a serious 50k ride, but my first true test on my roadie with elite riders.
I wake and up see my alarm ring at 5am. I am so angry with myself, and set it 1 hour later. About 1 hour later my alarm rings, and about 1 minute later my phone rings. It is my mate, and they are about to start. I am picturing a peleton of elite riders, but feeling the warmth of my covers as my mate says "maybe you can meet us for breakfast".
Funny he said that about a week before hand, when we had our annual long weekend mud bash. I stayed up till 2:30am in the morning to get my 1990 mountain bike ready for action. It was a cold night which didn't help changing the tyres, which had fused to the wheel after a year of neglect. I ended up cracking the sh*ts with my mountain bike and pushed it down like a pile of junk steel.
I missed the 7am start for the mud bash, but woke up to a buzzing phone, with messages such as
"you better have a nice pink apron at breakfast", and "you need to eat a tablespoon of cement to harden up".
Turns out my phone was smart enough to be pre-programmed for daylight savings, but wasn't intelligent enough to know to it was delayed a week this year. Will feeding it that tablespoon of cement help?
Yet my alarm was set to 6am Sunday morning.
I actually went to bed early on Saturday night excited. I was going on a pack ride to Mordialloc with some mates, who had elite racing mates coming along too. It was going to be a serious 50k ride, but my first true test on my roadie with elite riders.
I wake and up see my alarm ring at 5am. I am so angry with myself, and set it 1 hour later. About 1 hour later my alarm rings, and about 1 minute later my phone rings. It is my mate, and they are about to start. I am picturing a peleton of elite riders, but feeling the warmth of my covers as my mate says "maybe you can meet us for breakfast".
Funny he said that about a week before hand, when we had our annual long weekend mud bash. I stayed up till 2:30am in the morning to get my 1990 mountain bike ready for action. It was a cold night which didn't help changing the tyres, which had fused to the wheel after a year of neglect. I ended up cracking the sh*ts with my mountain bike and pushed it down like a pile of junk steel.
I missed the 7am start for the mud bash, but woke up to a buzzing phone, with messages such as
"you better have a nice pink apron at breakfast", and "you need to eat a tablespoon of cement to harden up".
Turns out my phone was smart enough to be pre-programmed for daylight savings, but wasn't intelligent enough to know to it was delayed a week this year. Will feeding it that tablespoon of cement help?
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