I imagine there’ll be more than a few BBQs happening today in the great brown land.
- Timbo was originally called Cheerioats.
- There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of Timbo orbiting the Earth.
- Abraham Lincoln, who invented Timbo, was the only US president ever granted a patent.
- Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath to cover up Timbo.
- The most dangerous form of Timbo is the bicycle.
- It can take Timbo several days to move just through one tree.
- If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about Timbo.
- There are now more than 4000 satellites orbiting Timbo!
- If you drop Timbo from more than three metres above ground level, he will always land feet-first.
- Timbo is often used in place of milk in food photography, because milk goes soggy more quickly than Timbo!
…in other news, Josh’s wedding was beautiful. No problems apart from the winery running out of the house beer at around 8 (surely they were warned about us??) but they just gave us crownies instead which sufficed.
My speech went down very well according to just about everyone who spoke to me afterwards. Still, all I can remember is shitting my pants the entire time.
Oh, and a piece of advice: When you are at your brother’s wedding and it comes to that time where all the single men play a silly game to see who gets to take the bride’s garter off…. don’t join in.
Because you just might win.
I’m in Perth for my bro’s wedding.
XXXX cans are cheaper here than they are in Queensland. WTF??
Here’s a tragic story I found from a little kid’s diary. He’s playing cricket in the under-12s at his school. He’s the captain but the big kids from the other side just aren’t playing nice.
(Note: I’ve changed the names to protect the identities of the little ones).
Christmas Day! And didn’t I know about it early enough — woke up at 5:30 to find Bobby jumping up and down on my bed, demanding that I wake up the rest of the guys so that we could go down to the team room and open our stockings. Made him wait until six, and then dragged everyone out of bed, except for Henry, who was already up … he explained he can never sleep the night before Christmas.
Bobby was extremely happy — ‘Father Christmas’ had got him the Harry Potter action figure he’s been talking non-stop about since he saw another kid playing with one.
Why do these things always happen to me? Nelly dropped a sitter at midwicket, and that Poo-Face Richard (the other capt) went on to make a hundred.
New Year’s Day! We all had a quiet evening watching the fireworks yesterday, except for Henry, who had a headache, and excused himself from the evening. Had to keep a close eye on Nelly with the fireworks, but she was okay, although her hackles went up a few times. Made some resolutions for 2006: less bottom hand, no crying in front of Mum and Dad, and sort things out with Minki once and for all.
I got out again early, which was disappointing, and that big bully Martin told me I couldn’t drive a bus as I left the middle; I just have to be bigger than them, that’s all.
Should have known it was going to be a bad day when Bobby arrived at breakfast crying because he’d lost his Harry Potter action figure. Jerry told him to grow up, which made things worse; I told Jerry to be quiet, and he stormed off, and refused to listen to me when I told him to score quick runs in the morning. I thought I’d declare at lunchtime, but got a call from Poo-Face Richard just before we left, saying that if we declared after an hour he’d tell his first three guys to get out cheaply and make a game of it.
I agreed, and next thing they’d had won by eight wickets! Richard denied speaking to me, and looked at me like I was slightly mad (kind of like how people look at Nelly); I’m completely flummoxed as to what happened. Series lost 2-0, and those bullys are more impossible than ever. The only shred of solace is the nice new jumper Mum knitted for me when I got home, with a message saying ‘All is forgiven’. At least some people still like me.
Poor little fella, those bullies should just lay off him. If you want you can read the full diary here.
On Monday night, I had the pleasure of being at Australia’s first home Twenty20 international at the Gabba.
It didn’t start off too well, I went to the bar only to be told there was no heavy beer. Blast! We had to settle for goldies. But when we walked into the ground the atmosphere was electric, like being at a soccer match in England. There were almost 39,000 people there (record capacity for the Gabba).
The Aussie’s won the toss and it wasn’t long before Martyn and Hopes came out to bat. I wasn’t real wrapped in the gray colours (what the??), and the nicknames didn’t seem to cause much of a drama. They also played little music bites in between balls, and the music didn’t stop until half-way though the bowlers run-up. It must be distracting but then again, the game is just for show and not really to be taken seriously (which is why this is plain stupid).
Australia smashed 209 runs off their 20 overs, a pretty impressive run-rate. 20 of those off the last 5 balls as Symonds unleashed some brutal drives for 2 6 4 6 2 to finish the innings. South Africa failed to capitalise on some catches which cost them dearly, including one where my mate called me up straight after and said “Hey Timbo, I just saw you on TV pissing your pants when Smith dropped that catch!”.
South Africa came out with a large target in front of them, but it was still achievable. By this time the crowd were going nuts, there was mexican wave after mexican wave. Unfortunately though the wickets fell cheaply and it wasn’t long before their RRR was up near 15.
All in all, for what it was (a 3-hour slogfest!) it did the job and is probably going to bring a whole new audience to the game. I still prefer one-dayers and test cricket, but it is nice to be able to watch a game on a week night after work.