Blog CPR. Or 7 random factoids about yours truly

Poor neglected blog who was meant to keep all my treasured thoughts & ideas and provided an outlet to vent, express & emote, why did i leave you unattended all this time? It's time to revive you with a meme that i pinched from jfox's blog listing 7 random facts about moi-self, which funnily enough happens to be one of my favourite subjects! How about that!?

So here goes:

1. I'm lefthanded meaning I join the ranks of the elite few who are have astounded humankind with their varying brands of excellence and brilliance. I think it's only natural that I would be a member of this club!

2. Whoever meets me, particularly if it happens to be during summer, would find out that I have a pathological fear of thunderstorms. This fear can sometimes affect my ability to do everyday things if a storm is brewing in the vicinity. If a storm is occurring, I try to find a place where I can huddle until the storm passes; if I ever become a homeowner and I have money to burn, I will invest in a bunker for this very purpose. Yep, i'm a freak.

3. Funnily enough and given factoid (2), I am a big fan of the BOM website and can spend hours checking out the weather radar. If there's a freaky storm on the way (irrespective on whether i live in that city or not), I will know about it and track it with the BOM radar (on loop, of course!). I also love weatherzone's lightning tracker function, it's sooooo cool....ok i'll just stop here.

4. One of my absolute pet hates is when drivers do not give me the acknowledgement wave when I let them through during heavy traffic or in narrow streets. I totally *love* the acknowledgement wave, they are in my opinion a vital element in a civilised society and not getting them makes me feel like I was robbed in some ways. When i don't get the wave from other drivers, little cumulonimbus clouds start forming above my head, ...which is kind of weird given point (2), but nevertheless this type of rudeness brings out the misanthrope in me (though I should point out, not enough to turn me into a road raging porkchop just to set the record straight).

5. Speaking of misanthropy, some human behavioural characteristics (see point 4) really bring out the curmudgeon in me, making me harbour really grey thoughts about humankind in general on some days. Kids though are ok in my books.

6. I love conspiracy theories. Love. Them. I am convinced that every historical event in the 20th and 21st century has been orchestrated somehow by someone to deliberately keep things going on a particular course. Once a conspiracy theory gains (relative) mainstream acceptance, however, I lose interest. For example, during the 2003 US-led war in Eye-rak, there was worldwide outrage on how it was such a blatant ploy to get american mitts on Eye-rakian oil. To me that just seemed too obvious, and therefore too boring, to be true. Alas even if i was to be proven wrong in the end.

7. I find eye contact to be a really confronting, intimate and sometimes even intimidating thing. This may sound counter to what I was saying in point (4) because being acknowledged, whether on the road or elsewhere, can be dependent on non-verbal cues such as eye-contact; however, when someone levels a pointed gaze at me for a period that may start to feel arbitrarily prolonged, I can't help but look away out of slight discomfort. Mind you, I also don't have time for people who don't maintain an acceptable level of eye contact with me when I am conversing with them - it's just plain rude and makes me highly suspicious (& dismissive - see point 5) of them! As a social cue though, I am pleased to say that I am learning new and interesting things about it, such as the fact that it is customary (well at least in Europe) to look a person in the eye when you share a drink with them and do the clinking of glasses thing...so ok, maybe i am the only uncouth and uncivilised one who didn't know you were supposed to do that.

Anyway, these are a few random factoids about me, if you want to vent, express & emote too then give it a go too.

Hello I'm here to help.

It's time...

After 11 long years, four elections, let's hope the Australian public finally gets it right (or left?) today.

Legacies of the Coalition government?

- tampa/children overboard debacle
- strengthened border security measures
- detention centre fiascos
- involvement in Iraq
- abolition of compulsory student unionism
- introduction of full-fee paying university places (>$100k degrees)
- AWB scandal
- private health insurance rebate scheme
- citizenship tests
- cross media ownership legislation
- copyright law amplification
- sedition and anti-terrorism bills
- 'Little Children' bill that requires relinquishment of land title/ownership
- Unaffordable housing situation
- flirting with fringe interest groups (Hillsong, Exclusive Bretheren, Bush administration)


- and of course....workplace reforms that overwhelmingly works in employers' favour



May the australian public vote responsibly.

Introducing...

To explain the change in my profile pic, have a look at this website. Addictive isn't it? Well? What are you waiting for? Go on, get yourself Simpsonised! You know you want to...

What a Massive Duh!

Current theme: Political
Current mood: Soapbox-ey

Who was enlightened by the cat-out-the-bag moment blabbermouth Brendan Nelson experienced today giving us the goss that securing oil resources may have been a contributing factor in Australia's role in Iraq?

No, really! Get out!!!! Are you serious? So there weren't any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq?! So we didn't give a crap about regime change?! So we weren't mad because Saddam made AWB executives look stoopid!? It wasn't about exacting revenge justice for the Kurds!? So it wasn't about bringing democracy to the Iraqis!?

Whoaaa!*

I wonder if this is going to make one iota of a difference in the outcome of this years election?

*Translation: No shit Sherlock

Mondays. Don't like 'em.

Pretty self-explanatory post.

Current mood: Blah

Current weather outside: Double blah

Colour for such an occassion: Beige

Suitable I can has cheezburger pic:

You said it ginger and white cat with the glazed eye look.

ROTFLMAO! cuz I bee lovin theez lolcatz!

My latest distraction... Tread with caution though, these lolcatz make time fly.

Call of Nature

Murramarang National Park, north of Bateman's Bay coastal NSW, was the site of a boring work-related retreat from a few weekends ago. Nevertheless, the national park threw up a barrage of kodak moments for me (even if we now live in the digital age where hapless Kodak went the way of Tarax and Ansett) that warranted me posting them...plus I'm getting a little too lazy to write a decent post.

Ahh...how's the serenity?

Who does this weathered piece of timber resemble in profile? I'm going for either the King Elvis (for the pompadour) or Jay Leno (for the chin)

Some weird rock formations, which looked cool

A disturbing triumvirate of signage, which thankfully did not yield any sightings that wouldn't look too out of place in a butcher's window (I like the fact that someone else ain't au fait with the nude thing too).

Mother Nature - 1, Puny humans - 0

Canberra got pelted a few nights ago with the kind of weather event that newspaper editors like to salivate over and print gratuitous images of lightning with premature proclamations of " storm of the century", as if daring mother nature to drive up the ante. It was also ironic timing that yesterday saw Canberra as the choice of location for a Global Warming Sceptics gathering at Parliament House, given the belief that extreme weather events such as tuesday night's "storm of the century" are the result of global warming caused by irresponsible humans and their dirty and polluting ways. Anyway it made for an exciting day yesterday and we got sent home early from work (which I won't complain about), so here are a few snapshots I took to commemorate the event (not as good as the ones from the age link though):

1. The culprit: cumulonimbus

2. The accomplice: hailstones... lots of them

3. Peaceful morning with little hint of what transpired earlier
4. Just another regular day in Canberra...

Adult-onset Domestic hypersensitivity disorder: the other ADHD

Most readers are likely to have come across individuals who shirk in their duties of restoring order and organisation in a domestic or workplace setting. Often these individuals provoke exasperation in their work colleagues, spouses and family members by their endless excuses on why they are unable to complete tasks (usually of a domestic nature). Eventually this domestic incapacity leads to resentment from friends and family, and fuels the perception that afflicted individuals are merely lazy, selfish and inconsiderate. Experts in the treatment of systemic procrastination, however beg to differ and believe that those behavioural traits point to a particularly severe form of aversion neurosis. Professor Leth Argos, whose pioneering work on MoDeD led to the development of the miracle drug indolebant, believes that the pathological inability to complete domestic tasks may be a genuine condition that could have life-threatening implications (usually at the hand of an external party) unless treated. This aversion disorder, termed Adult-onset Domestic Hypersensitivity Disorder (ADHD), is unusual in that in appears to predominantly afflict (though not confined to) males. In its severest form it can manifest as a pseudoallergenic response, where the sufferer breaks out in a hives-type of rash at the slightest suggestion of a domestic-type activity, as well as when in contact with several leading brands of household cleaning agents.

Symptoms: hives, prolonged & opportune absences, defensive & argumentative behaviour, irrational thought & paranoia, domestic-related amnesia

Causes: unknown though its predominance in males suggests a possible role for testosterone

Treatment approach: a two-pronged attack is the recommended course of action involves prescribing a mild sedative and the domestic-specific stimulant Gedovuraz, as well as long-term cognitive therapy to help overcome the common anxieties associated with a return to domestic activities. A topical cortisol-type of cream to stave off the occassional hives attack may be useful in some individuals, though long-term cognitive therapy dealing with allergies and anxieties should reduce its necessity. With patience and understanding the frustration and human cost caused by ADHD affliction may become a thing of the past and help bring peace and harmony to workplaces and households around the world

I C Red...and lots of it!

In search of something to fit the bill for the latest concurrent blog challenge (theme colour red), it was difficult to go past my memories of the NHL playoff season of 2004 where the Calgary Flames defied all expectations to make it to the Stanley Cup final. As these photos demonstrate, red featured quite prominently during that time, with the city experienced rabid hockey fever and every person in town barracked (or as the Canadians like to say “rooted”) for the local heroes. After each win thousands of Flames fans marched down the streets decked out in the team colours of red to celebrate. Its funny to note that not too long ago a study came out reporting that red coloured jerseys give teams a slight performance advantage over their non-red attired opponents. Whaddya know?

Frequent outings by fans in red after a win paved the way for the phrases such as "Sea of Red" or "C (as in Calgary) of Red" and the "Red Mile" becoming part of the vernacular.

Few people chanced showing support for the opposing team, Tampa Bay Lightning (whose jersey is white and blue), during local screenings of away matches, hence the unadulterated appearance (sea, if you like) of red in the crowd.

Proof that you can never have too many red flags trailing off your car when you're a Flames supporter.

In the end it wasn't to be and the Flames lost in the seventh and final game, not only breaking countless hearts in Calgary, but also putting into dispute the claim that a red jersey equates to winning. Nevertheless, one could argue that, if anything, red was the most appropriate colour for a team that inspired such fanatical and feverishly passionate scenes in Calgary in 2004.

For more discussions on all things red check out the writings of jfox, Yossarian, Ms Geugenbauren III, Flygirl.

The name is Blond...I mean Bond, James Bond.

Its arguably the most hotly contested issue among movie fans across the world. Of course I'm talking about who is the best person to portray James Bond. Now I don't lay claim to having an expert understanding of what makes the ultimate personification of the Ian Flemming creation; however, as is my understanding via television and the related media, it is crucial that the spy is depicted by someone who can convincingly portray the debonair, yet ruthless assasin working for the M16, someone who can effortlessly dispose of villains, looks good in a tux, knows his way around a stick shift Aston, is ready with the quips and of course, knows how to score with the chicks. Awhile back, when it was announced that not only was another bloke was going to take over the Bond mantle from the conventionally suitable Pierce Brosnan, but that he was to be played by the rather blond, nuggety and, dare I say, haggard-faced Daniel Craig, many people (myself included) opined their disapproval. Not someone I instantly would have picked as the sophisticated spy who lives out the dream of young and impressionable males. But...., after seeing the latest incarnation of Bond starring Craig, Casino Royale, can I emphatically say that I am now a believer? Craig is fantastic as Bond and is absolutely convincing as the intense, cold-hearted assassin that quickly disposes of villains either of a humorous caricature-ilk (eye-patch sporting dude, I'm talking to you) or the kind that are prone to a little double-crossing. Most importantly, and dare I say unexpectedly, Craig looks good, full stop. Wardrobe department? personal trainer? whoever? - round of applause for a job well done. Sure there were many moments where it was difficult to stiffle a gaffaw at the antics on display (e.g. crashing through a wall of plaster ala Hulk is one episode that springs to mind) and the plot of which to speak of was somewhat lacking, Another sticking point was the love story plot, where the 007 agent was prepared to sacrifice his commitment to the service for a *gasp!* a woman, which I could not reconcile with the love-em-and-leave-em lothario that he has often been shown as. Nevertheless, with the amount of biffo and brawn on display in this flick, its clear that this Bond was not someone to be triffled with and that he could dispose of someone in the blink of an eye. More so, his bulky physique made Brosnan's previous excursions seem rather wimpish in comparison. The retro intro could have easily veered dangerously into Austin Power's territory but was instead clever and stylish...aaannnnddd the Bond theme song we've all come to know and love was saved for the end! Hooray! From a female perspective, while rather violent, this Bond is certainly a cut above the rest of the imitators of late and though not particularly handsome, Craig effortlessly persuades us that he is the suave and sophisticated secret service agent who can really fill out a three piece suit - you heard right, a three piece!

Famous faces in local places - Episode 2

"A twin brother???!!! Whatdjootalkin' about? I got no twin brother. Stop talking like a damn fool."

Famous faces in local places - Episode 1

"Whodjatalkinabout Mister D???!"

My favourite albums

Ms Gegenbauren's indignation and outrage at the inclusions made on the ABC's recent My Favourite Album, and the plea to compile a list that you hope won't be influenced by pesky publicists and press managers, has led me to this post of my own choice 20 albums. What you'll find is a hotch-potch of nostalgia, teen angst, rebellion, introspection, the always underestimated concept album, old fashion rawk, a bit of disco and predictably, glam (a word of warning: this does get rambly in parts so bear with me):

Moon Safari – Air
One word: Perfection.

Saturation – Urge Overkill
Take me right back to 2nd year uni. A kick ass album to have in the car for those long drives. Crank it up from the first song, 'Sister Havana' and you are in for an auditory ride of your life.

OK Computer – Radiohead
Not sure if this is actually regarded as a concept album, either way I would list it as the best concept album! It's the defining Radiohead album for many because it served as a portend of what their subsequent crop of albums would be about, but to me it sound like the ultimate soundtrack to a sci-fi thriller where menacing alien life-forms are about to hold our planet to ransom... or something.

Hourly, Daily – You Am I
....Okaaayyy Moving right along, You Am I, this nations best band, cemented their reputation as the best thing since slice bread musically with this doozy of an album. Its predecessor, Hi Fi Way was pretty stellar as it was but it didn't have a hidden track like Hourly did.

The Trials of Van Occupanther – Midlake
This rather recent inclusion is bound to be a classic favourite for the strange reason that it already sounds like a classic, circa 1976, kinda Fleetwood Maccy. Enough reason to love this album is the fact that "Roscoe", the coolest name around for a guy, is a title of one of their tracks.

All that you can’t leave behind – U2
Love it simply for the goose bump factor. To some it might be a little contrived, but I love the way these guys tug at the heartstrings with tunes about peace, harmony and all that crap.

Rage Against the Machine – Rage Against the Machine
If you're going to make a political statement in music you may as well use all the swear words available. RATM novice album announces itself with its fist-pumping, profanity-laden anthems railing against injustice, racism and all that crap.

Whatever and Ever Amen – Ben Folds Five
I believe this was the sophomore effort by Ben Folds et al. While this album is best known for the popular 'Brick', this album is chockers full of other goodies including the perennial slacker theme 'Battle of who could care less'.

Thriller – Michael Jackson
Say what you will about the Wacko Jacko of today but in the 80s he was cool. Who among us wouldn't recognise 'Billie Jean' from the first note. The thing i remember the most about this album is that is was so cool that kids clamoured to get themselves a Michael Jackson 'Thriller' or 'Beat It' jacket. Demetri Martin, as he related to us in his shows earlier on in the year, succeeded.

Versus – Pearl Jam
I vote this one above 'Ten' for the simple reason that it is more politically themed than its predecessor. A few stand out tracks for me include 'WMA' and the gentle 'Elderly Woman Behind a Counter...'

Saturday Night Fever Soundtrack – Bee Gees and others
Got me through writing my honours thesis as I toiled away in the wee hours of the morning. I don't know why I picked this album to listen to but dammit it worked.

A Rush of Blood to the Head - Coldplay
Although probably not meant to be a literal interpretation, years ago while trying to perfect an experimental technique at work I was convinced that the line '..nobody said it was eaaasssyyy.' from 'The Scientist' was aimed at me and as such I found a soft spot for a band who could sympathise with a poor, hapless scientist. Ditto The Flaming Lips for their great 'Race for the Prize', unofficially the theme song for struggling scientists all around the globe.

Rubber Soul – The Beatles
Although it doesn't have what in my opinion is the best Beatles song 'A day in the life', Rubber Soul is nevertheless full of goodies including the soulful 'Norwegian Wood' and 'Nowhere Man'. Rubber Soul was the album to turn the tide for the fab four, transforming them from what was essentially a boy band into the seminal act of the 20th Century that continues to influence artists to this day.

Achtung Baby – U2
Probably the better of the two U2 albums I've listed here, but I placed this further down because I have a more sentimental attachment to 'All you Can't Leave Behind'. Love this album simply for its killer songs that tug at the heartstrings (as all good U2 songs should) such as the sublime 'One' and the catchy 'Ultraviolet (Light My Way)'.

Angel Dust – Faith No More
I got into Faith No More in high school when they attained commerical success off the back of their third album (i think) 'The Real Thing', but I found 'Angel Dust' to be creatively superior with its unique melding (for its time, that is) of different musical genres with metal. Mike Patton's phenomenal vocals complement the dark, surreal and sometimes disturbing themes evoked in tracks such as 'Kindergarten' and 'Caffeine' - a paen to those addictive types whose morning addictions sometimes hint at violence!

Way to Blue – Nick Drake
My appreciation for the work of Nick Drake has come fairly late in the game, so thanks to Ms Cassiopeia for showing me the way. Perhaps the sad circumstances of his death at a young age add to his mystique, but his soulful, solemn and beautifully gentle songs hold their own too. Armed with a guitar, Drake crafted beautiful music with stark and painfully melancholic lyrics as a way of dealing with his depression. Not a complete downer though, there is a glimmer of happiness with the beautiful 'Northern Sky'. Though 'Hazey Jane II' has to rank as the most jazziest, snazziest, funkiest depressing tunes in the world.

Franz Ferdinand – Franz Ferdinand
Their appeal may lie in the fact that, like Midlake, these guys also chose to emulate the sound of a different decade, in this case the 80s. However, don't let that dissuade you into thinking that these guys sound like a pack of precious, make-up sporting fops. These guys are fun. From the get go, this album reels you in with the dramatic ('Auf Achse'), the ridiculous ('Michael') and the rollicking ('Dark of the Matinee').

Dynasty - Kiss
An old favourite that perhaps reflects my age more than anything else. Love this album for the shock factor - check out the cover - as well as for the good old fashion 70s rawk.

Innervisions – Stevie Wonder
Good old Stevie had plenty of gems over the years, and plenty of them come off this stellar album, including my favourite track 'Living for the City'.

Ultraglide in Black – The Dirtbombs
Never heard of The Dirtbombs until I had the good fortune to catch them a few years back supporting You Am I on a Cup Eve gig. Their dual drums/dual bass set up had me sold from the get go and as soon as I could, I went looking for any album of theirs I could find. Being a tribute album of songs by African American performers, its not rich on original material, but their interpretations of songs by Stevie Wonder ('Living for the City' yay!), Curtis Mayfield, Barry White and Sly Stone are irresistible. Definitely my best buy in a long time!

For more lists of favourite albums check out the blogs of:
Cassiopeia Gegenbauren
Yossarian
jfox
Flygirl
Sartorial Splendour

Ways to amuse yourself during a weekend in Melbourne

1. Treat yourself to a nice coffee with fancy-schmancy patterns on it, the way only the latte-sipping, left-leaning yuppy brigade know how to:

2. Hang around Russell St in the hope of bumping into international dignataries here for the G20 economic summit. Oh hang on, what's all this then? A strong police presence?

3. Ohhhh, that's why. Yes if you wanted to pretend that mindless vandalism nicely captured by the media would get the message across to G20 dignataries to engage in fairer trade practices then Melbourne was the place to be for that sort of thing.

3. You might have also found yourself witness to the surprise appearance of these two gentlemen at a Make Poverty History concert organised to coincide with the G20 summit to raise awareness of global problems (like we need to be reminded!).

4. Given the appearance of the gentleman with the wrap-around shades in the previous photo, a sensible thing to do was to also head over to Telstra Dome and watch him with his band of merry minstrels electrify crowds of thousands. Woohoo!

Tiptoe through them tulips...

...or daffodils?

...the artzy angled experimental shot,

the bold & the multihued

and some more daffodils... uh i mean tulips. Pretty though

---Floriade 2006---

Take this job and have it...staffed

The funny thing about the nature of my work (in general terms - nothing against my new job whatsoever!) is the fact that in spite of doing this thing for a number of years i still like to wonder about what i'd like to do when i "grow up", as if this was merely a transitory stage until I'm ready to enter the realm of the adult world where jobs are about business wear, trade mergers & acquisitions, working in cubicles and worrying about promotions (i based my perceptions of this world on Dilbert). Not that i actually hark for a day where i'd have to file reports and learn how to speak water cooler talk. If i were to have a dream job where by some freak of nature i am astoundingly talented at everything i do i'd like to take a punt on the following:

1. Nature documentary host ala David Attenborough - wouldn't it be great to marvel about weird glow in the dark bugs or the unusual mating habits of the tibetan monk frog of patagonia (not sure what makes it tibetan)? I'd love to adopt his endearing ways of speech...which by the way i swear i'm not kidding, i hear him playing inside on tv as i am typing this away.

2. Travel documentary host ala Catriona Rowntree (although i'd likely refrain from her one too many bikini shots or overuse of superlatives to state the bleeding obvious) - mainly to have a legitimate and fully funded reason to go on overseas junkets 356 days a year.

3. Iron chef food appraiser - how cool would it be to be one of those eminent guests of the chairman kaga's kitchen academy y'know the ones who at the end of the show decide whose cuisine reigns supreme!?

4. Vet (i'm with you on this Yossarian) - i love my animals and i'm not too idealistic or squeamish to be aware of the less cute & fuzzy aspects of this kind of work. Our little furry, scaled & feathered friends provide us with so many benefits and simple joys that we owe it to them to help them when they aren't feeling the best.

5. Singer/muso - sure laugh if you will...but one day I'll prove the critics wrong with my unique blend of funky blues & reggae with a touch of harmonising polka all done in the style of acapala.

Adios old friend

I like Pluto. I thought everyone liked Pluto. Question is why don't the egghead astronomers like him anymore? Or at least enough to count him as a planet anymore? Just 'cos he's the little guy and he's further away from everyone else is no reason to exclude him. What's next?

How I wish I was here

Following up the meme theme from Flygirl, here is a list of my 5 favourite places in time to be...

1. Boring perhaps but sometimes the best place to be is the here and now, where you get to savour the trivial and (not always) mundane things in everyday life. For me this would be things like: sunday walks around the neighbourhood, tuning into the breakfasters on RRR every morning on my drive to work, pissing myself silly to the simpsons or futurama, sampling some mighty fine cooking c/o sis, enjoying fierce political debates with work mates complete with everyone's own conspiracy theory & the almost-religious habit of checking the age online website first thing in the morning.

2. Spring 2004, when the calgary flames came within a sliver of a hair's width of winning the NHL's biggest prize, the stanley cup, was a crazy and fun time to be in calgary. A time where most residents (meeself included, i have the t-shirt to prove it) jumped on the bandwagon and claimed to be the biggest flames fans evaah! Fans littered the streets after a win such that one street was named the Red Mile because of the sea of fans in team colours that would congregate there after a win. You had strangers high fiving one another, people yelling 'Go Flames!' like their lives depended on it, merch sales going through the roof, us piking out of work a few times to watch a game, many a frantic (though naturally fruitless) effort to score tickets online, nearly every frickin' car having a flames flag attached to their windows...i tell you those were crazy times, too bad the eventual loss in the final decider brought all that insanity to an anticlimactic end.

3. Goat's Eye Mountain, Sunshine Village Canada, gives you an amazing view of the nearby and formidable Delirium Dive, a vertical drop/run for adventurous alpine pundits (read: lunatics) out there, who don't get to scale the run unless they're equipped with a shovel, pick and headlamp first (avalanches y'see). Goat's Eye rates as one of my favourite places in the world to just sit and relax in and where you can admire a clear vista the world's most insane double black diamond runs. A thermos of irish coffee and a deck chair would just about complete the scene for me.

4. Vic Market is one of my favourite places full stop and I have a firmer appreciation of this place now that i know that not every city is blessed to have a cornucopia of gustatory delights at their disposal. The colour, the food, the fresh fruit & veg (notice the price on those bananas), the aromas, the dwarf bunnies (not to eat of course)? I'm constantly amazed at how lucky Melbourne is to have one of these wonderful places to buy tasty things from!

5. Canada Day 2004 spent with sis was a great day. We started the day by casually walking over to the city to Prince's Island park where a crowd of locals usually congregate on their national day. After treating ourselves to a nice home-packed lunch, and sampling some of the local produce on sale there (luscious Bing cherries, fragrant yellow peaches, kettle corn), we strolled over to Eau Claire Market. The 20-mins-previous sunshine had suddenly switched to the blackest-sky-ever-seen-thunderstorm and sent the crowd scurrying for shelter. Sis and I found ourselves riding out the storm with a crowd of others up on the market's upstairs (sheltered) balcony area. As soon as the storm passed, people filed outside and resumed the festivities. We decided to watch the nearby jazz band play music and had a good chuckle at the antics of a well imbibed (though nattily attired) gentleman attempting to jam with the band using his leg as a guitar. Watching Greece beat the Czech Rep in the Euro Cup semi over dinner added to the surreal nature of the day as we wondered how the heck they managed to qualify for the finals. On a whim we then made our way over to Canada Olympic Park to watch the annual fireworks display. After claiming a primo spot on a hill, we sat down to enjoy the entertainment on offer: a nice bit of country & western music and line dancing. While the fireworks were pretty nice to watch, it was refreshingly quirky to hear the crowd, upon seeing a maple leaf-shaped pyrotechnic thingy shoot into the sky (sounds weird i know), spontaneously start to sing 'O, Canada!' (in fact that sounds kinda weird too). A free shuttle ride that ferried the crowds back home and dropped us off practically right outside our door completed the grand day out for us!

Long winded stories of the you-had-to-be-there kind I'm afraid but if you want to get another dose of this meme make sure you peruse the writings of: Cassiopeia Gegenbauer, Vernoona, Flygirl, Taichi Fox and Sartorial Splendour.