Well, there’s no guarantee as to what time I’ll be getting in on Friday, so to keep you all entertained and amused, I’ve decided to post now and set the timestamp of the post to a very neat “8am Friday morning”. This is part of the sacrifice I make for you, dear reader - I’m even prepared to cheat to ensure that you get the highest quality drivel, delivered to your desk mostly before midday, every work day of the week.

So I’ve got some stuff to report. I just want to say that even last night working nights and days, I was in at 9am Thursday. That’s right. 9am. Committed to my job, crap as it may be. I needed a long lunch today (one of the perks of having to work at night - admittedly the night part’s got to have some perks, right? Right?) and I went to M&D’s to get Woo to help me fix my chair. It’s complicated, but we’ve designed a system to stop the bottom of the chair from digging into the carpet. Then we had Foo. Then I went to Ford to get ass-reamed by their team of rocket scientists.

Suffice it to say that on top of my $130-ish service, they also assured me that I needed to get new brake pads (fair enoguh) and rotors (what?) which would cost a combined total of about $1000. Add to that the Rear Resinator, which also apparently needs updating at a quoted cost of $470. Now, Leyton did some checking, and assures me that cost price for the rotors is about $100/corner, which is $60/corner cheaper than Ford quoted. I’ll let you know.

So last night after soccer - a quite good game that we unfortunately lost - we went to the movies. You know, it’s amazing how my fitness is improving on a weekly basis. Sure, you might lose a kilo here and there, but I think the place you really notice it is when you can run further and faster than you could doing the same activity last week.

Oh right the movies … Bad Eggs, the new Australian film which was a real who’s who of Australian comedy. I rate it highly, although was very amused in hindsight that perhaps the funniest part is when during a crucial plot moment, a train goes past and all characters are forced to just sit there waiting for it. That’s Champagne Comedy, my friends, Champagne!

“I would’a thunk that your boyfriend would want ya all to ‘imself on a Friday night”, Collin braced himself to be disappointed, a bird this classy must be snapped up, probably by some fancy clerk or postal worker what wears a button up shirt to work.

“Crikey, no boyfriend here,” Stella said giggling uncontrollably now, Stacey felt her friend needed rescuing.

“Stella don’t go for just nobody, do ya Stella?” smiling slyly at Collin, “Some guy who brings carnations and fancy after dinner mints is what my mate Stell deserves”.

“Well, there are some blokes who knows how to treat a sheila, don’t you worry ’bout that”, Collin grinned.

Collin made a mental note of the things Stella was looking for in a bloke. He hadn’t had much luck with women in the past, but Stella seemed so easy to talk to. The last time he asked a girl out, things started out real well, he took her to the Falcon car show, tried to impress her with his knowledge of GT HO Phase 2’s, then shouted her Pizza Hut on the way home. But when she didn’t call him like she said she would, he couldn’t understand where he had gone wrong.

“Listen, me and me mate Gav were plannin’ on goin’ ten pin bowlin’ tomorrow night, how would you ladies like to see a couple of blokes in action? If you think you could pick up the ball, you could give it a burl too, course you might break those pretty nails.” Collin laughed, amused by his wit.

The two girls looked at each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking they nodded in Collin’s direction.

“Sounds grouse”, said Stacey “don’t it Stell?”

“Ripper idea Col, haven’t been bowling for weeks.” She smiled widely at him

Morning one, morning all. I’m sitting here this morning, after working the ever popular midnight till whenever shift, feeling ok. Last night, “whatever” mean about 2:30. I figure that it’s almost worth me paying for an additional ADSL connection to my pc at work, and remote controlling it from home to make these godforsaken calls that are so important.

So, what exactly is news? Nothing much. My current sleeping plan really needs some work …. last night I got home at about 5pm, made some dinner and was asleep by 6-ish. Several brief awakenings, but ultimately slept through till 12. Up for work for a few hours, back in bed until 8. Get my shit together, come to work. If I can continue this pattern, then obviously work will be happy, as they will have achieved their ultimate goal of me losing as much fun time as possible, the net result being that time is only left for work and sleep (and I think they’re unhappy about the sleep situation too, you know).

I’m very tempted to throw this job in. I’ve had it up to here with it, really. Maybe I could go back to uni? What would that take? Well, as I’ve just missed the start of a semester, it wouldn’t be easy, but I could move back in with M&D, rent out my apartment, sell my car (or keep it) and cancel any foolish spending. I think I could do that (for a limited period) but what would it accomplish? I’d have passed the time getting a degree, but ultimately would the work situation be the same? I’m forced to ask myself what I’m looking for in employment, and the ultimate answer is “not this”. Government work may suit, I wonder if they need any computer geeks with a bad attitude?

This is a not-politically-correct analysis of the differences between Europeans and Italians. I enjoyed it, it goes for about 5 minutes.

So, hi everyone. Last night I was keen to discuss with M&D as to whether I should give up a weekday social life, and the answer was, apparently, “yes”. So I’m going to be working some very bizarre hours for a while, with no apparent benifit to me, save the fact that I get to keep this job for a while longer.

Yeah, last night - family night. Was good, my dogs are as cute as ever - oh yeah, those photos I promised. Sorry about that. Still haven’t got them. I feel like a sausage roll and soup. Catchya.

Morning folks,

Hope you’re all enjoying Legs 11 - I know it started a bit slowly, but I think it improved as Lara and I developed the characters a bit more. If you do enjoy, please be aware we haven’t written an ending yet - so don’t go complaining about not having ‘closure’ when it suddenly disappears.

The real reason I’m writing is to share a humorous anecdote. You know how they have those big sheets of paper with a single headline on it outside newsagents to advertise newspapers? Well, the one for the Courier-Mail (known around our office as the Curious Lie, although Curious Tale would make more sense to me) had the headline ‘Drug Takers Getting Younger’. Now is it just me, or does this headline intimate that scientists have found that herion, or other somesuch illicit substance, reverses the ageing process? I can just imagine a bunch of mirror-lovin’ 40-something Ascot ladies throwing away their Oil of Ulan and heading down a dingy alley to score some ‘fountain of youth cocaine’….

Collin had learned a lot during his time on the inside. Sure, there were a few things that he

Hello. How’s things? I had this doctor’s appointment at half-past-ass this morning, so I decided to crash in the spare room at M&D’s, rather than have to make the drive even earlier than half-past-ass this morning. And it worked, although now I regret it. Sure, being at home is a comfortable feeling, but lying in the spare bed certainly isn’t. I’m looking forward to my own bed tonight, that’s for damn sure.

Which is ironic, because I’m back to M&D’s for family night tonight.

Anyway, there’s no girls here today, so I’m doing the administrative stuff. Looking through files, looking through archive boxes, that kind of stuff. Do not mourn for me.

Stella giggled nervously at the news that Collin was checking her out. “He’s keen alright Stell, told ya the perm looks grouse”.

“Bingo!” shouted a blue haired lady, barely getting the word out past the cigarette hanging from her wrinkled lips.

“Ah crap” Collin murmured from across the table.

“This is it Stell,” Stacey whispered, “go ya hardest”.

“Umm, close were ya?” Stella asked nervously, while adjusting her bra strap, which had fallen down her shoulder.

“One more number missy and I would’a been shoutin’ ya next diet coke”, Collin winked at Stella

Stacey kicked Stella under the table, signalling her excitement at Collin’s flirting. Finding a burst of confidence, Stella leaned slightly over the table, “I’ll hold ya to that”.

The next game started, with everyone a little more relaxed now that the ice had been broken. Stella proceeded to mark her cards, occasionally glancing across at Collin. They established eye contact a few times, with Collin always the first to look away. Time in jail makes a person uncomfortable with eye contact, a feeling he was trying hard to shake, and geez, looking at her was helping.

Collin had never claimed to be an intellectual, and that was just fine by Stella. All she was looking for was the kind of bloke that was honest and decent and that would take her out places every now and then. Fun places, where they would both have a good time, and could wear clothes they felt comfortable in, places like the greyhounds an

What’s that you say? You think Andrew and Leyton should have their posting privledges revoked for posting such complete and utter crap over the weekend? Well, I tend to agree with you, but let’s leave it for a bit and see if they can redeem themselves with a quality post, like Glenn has been doing with “Legs 11″.

What an awesome weekend - it all started, as you may be aware, with the screening of A Good Thief at Hawthorne cinemas on Friday. Leyton had got us tickets and the movie was … well … ok. No, I didn’t like it. I thought it was too pretentious. With poorly drawn characters. I think it really says something when the only movie that’s impressed me so far this year was “The Real Cancun”. Oi oi oi.

Saturday I slept in, and I mean I slept in till LATE. It was great. Then Blacky and I decided to go out to the driving range. Ungh. I suck at the golf, but I blame the fact that I forgot my glove and an enormous blister found its way onto my left hand. Stopped in at Rob and Nadia’s for a coffee on the way home. Saturday night I started reading Dan Brown’s book The Da Vinci Code, which Gabe from Penny Arcade was quite chuffed with. Mad props to Rhys for lending it to me. Do I like it? Well, I like the adventure, but I’m not so keen on the religious history etc. It’s certainly gotta have something going for it, though, because I’m well past half way through, and it’s only Monday morning.

Sunday was scheduled for a trip to the Gold Coast. It’s so good just to get out of town for a little while on the weekend, so Bek, Blacky and I (and Leyton, come to think of it) had decided that Sunday was the day. Anyway, Leyton piked out at the last minute (typical :p) and Bryce was keen to fill in his place. Arrived down in time for lunch (1/2 price Montezumas … mmm) and a shop (hat shop … tee hee) and a walk on the beach, with some Mega Vortex Howler throwing thrown in. By the time we got back to Brisneyland at about 6pm, I was really, really tired, so while Bryce used my computer, Blacky watched TV, Bek read her newspaper, and I snuck into bed to read more of my book.

Next thing you know, it’s Monday morning and you’re back at work. My plan to trade Friday’s hours for 3 short late-night shifts during the week have been refused. Bummer. Hey - next Saturday’s the 26th … you know what that means, right? Australia Day in July! Who’s keen for a barbeque?