I FOUND THE DISK, IT WAS MIXED UP WITH THE CHRISTMAS CARDS


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The Christmas social whirlwind picked me up on Thursday and didn't put me down again until yesterday lunchtime. Started gently with a homeless men's group board meeting/Christmas dinner (lovely smoked turkey followed by summer pudding and pannacotta custard, with emotional blackmail from the treasurer to finish), then spiraled into excitement with a professor's Christmas party featuring half the staff of ABC radio and lots of lovely red wine (Chris, if you are wondering what that cheese was you found outside the next day, it was Meaghan's extraordinary exploding Brie). Lovely picnic in the park on Saturday, followed by horror evening of c-list celebrity and commercialism worship at the 'Carols in the Domain', which, though seen live, had ad breaks so it could be televised and even the candle holders had logos on the them, so that they stood out in relief against the light.

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Breakfast in Chippendale organized by friend who didn't turn up, frustrating hour spent scanning in Kinkos with retarded assistant who insisted that images could only be scanned into a pdf, not jpg. Rally at Town Hall against racism in afternoon, at which I saw half the office and old comrade Paul Coates with his contingent, iced coffee in Chinatown with another old comrade, exhausting search in Myer for kris kringle before lugging food all the way home. Monday taken up by frantic completion of job application before branch Christmas lunch at Spanish restaurant, sangria, double gin and tonic at the pub before returning to office to complete planning day packages.

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Tuesday I had to get to work at crack of dawn to set up projector with Melissa for executive planning day at Radisson, before returning to divine management-free workplace and read blogs until eyeballs are burning. Return home to lie in darkened room and drink gin and tonic. _________________________________________ I think I'm starting to like The Bill again. They seem to have temporarily stopped the creating-drama-through-insertion-of-workplace-psychopath-character (it did get boring after the first four). I quite like DI Manson and the love-affair with Andrea thing turned tragic when she died after being sacked for being an undercover journalist. I think he's the same Andrew who was such a nerd/heart-throb in Cardiac Arrest years ago, whose doctor character also had an extra-marital affair with a nurse made him very attractive. What was I saying? Yes, The Bill. Enjoying it again. Not the sharp half hours of the eighties and nineties (remember those feet walking along cobblestones in credits? I used to watch it with my Grandpa on the brown sofa), but an OK, mildly believable storyline featuring Manson and his lawyer wife who have a nice house and delightfully unwhiny accents. Jim and June and their sordid dysfunctional marriage nowhere to be seen for a change.


1 Responses to “I FOUND THE DISK, IT WAS MIXED UP WITH THE CHRISTMAS CARDS”

  1. Anonymous Mum 

    is this the disc you thought you left here? I hope so because I can't find it.

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