My view and thoughts on everything!

"You don't want to be caught out by the intense grilling of a 3 year old....Barnaby looked like he was missing his zimmer frame" There I was at home on a Saturday morning with some time to myself. I said to myself "self, let's watch a dvd with my daughters". Naturally my self agreed! The week prior the family had visited the Sydney Coffee and Aroma festival at the Rocks. This is a festival where you can sample many great coffees and teas as well as tantalising your senses with something exotic like chai or organically grown chocolate. Naturally we sampled some of the goods on offer, and our daughters really loved the babycinos. Whilst there we noticed that the Sydney ABC radio station was broadcasting. Before I knew it my wife and I were being interviewed live on air! The interview was short and sweet and listeners to the radio would have gleaned that I am the coffee drinker and my wife is the tea (or chai) drinker. My wife, it has to be said, makes a mean h

"I was experiencing symptoms of Groudhog Day....of course I am going to Kellyville" Sydney truly is a fantastic city. It's fairly easy to travel around as it has a large transport network. Also, it has one of the most beautiful harbours and, of course, it has the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge. I always say that if you want to get a great view of the city and take in its beauty then catch a ferry to Manly. Especially on a lovely sunny day. I should also mention that the Royal Botanic Gardens and Sydney foreshore are absolutely fantastic places too. Certainly a great vantage spot for the New Years Eve fireworks and for using it as a lunchtime running course (as I do). But I digress. What I really want to write about is my experiences with buses. I should state that generally I don't have a great time with buses. You could say that, ala 'The Secret', my negativity towards buses is being answered in full by the universe! Or you could just say that I have been

When I was thinking about a topic for my first ‘proper’ blog post I had a number of subjects that I wanted to write about. However, I was inspired by a comment from a work colleague, Jia, to write about the following subject. In some respects it makes obvious sense to do it as it follows on quite nicely from my first post. So here it is – the subject matter in question relates to my initial impressions of Australia. Or to be more accurate my observations of what I first saw in Sydney. I arrived in Australia in the late 80’s. Just to recap, for anyone who doesn’t remember this period, this was a very interesting decade. Economically, the 80’s were a boom time for the western world. Australia was no different and the Hawke/Keating combo (do you want fries with this!) were putting their ‘visionary’ policies into action. Permed hair for both sexes was quite common. Especially the rock stars as ‘poodle rock’ took off – think David Coverdale, Jon Bon Jovi. Power walking while listening to a

"I do cook a mean pizza on the bbq!...I have never worked in a cafe" As this is the first posting for my blog I thought it was a good idea to give you, the inquisitive reader, some details about myself. I suppose I have wanted to do a blog for a while now but have never gotten around to it. However, I have been inspired by a co-worker (the inimitable David Castor) who has a fantastic blog. Check it out at: http://ministryofincompetence.blogspot.com/ . So I have decided that the time is now ripe for my almighty or not so almighty blog! As promised earlier here are some facts about me that only family and some friends would know: I was born in England in a lovely (?) town called Chatham in the county of Kent. Apparently the year I was born was also the coldest winter on record. I am left handed but use my right hand when using a computer mouse, scissors, golf clubs, cricket bats etc. So I suppose I am slightly ambidextrous. I have one sister who is 3 years older than me. I came