My view and thoughts on everything!

"Seeing those red dots multiply (like rabbits) and grow larger (again like rabbits) was a sense of great pride to me...Had the Australian Goverment decided that red dots were 'Un-Australian'? " Every now and then I visit my blog site just to see what comments have been left (or I should say look at the lack of comments!!). Yeah, I know, its egotistical but that sums up us Bloggers!! As you can imagine reviewing all comments received takes hardly any time at all - especially in my case. I then look at my statcounter to see how many 'hits' I have had. For the uninitiated that is the number of 'blog pages' clicked on by visitors. Next I view the Feedjit visual feed which tells me where in the world I am getting 'hits' from. Finally, I check my Clustr Map that is situated on the right hand side of the blog site. This map registers a red dot for every 'hit' I receive. If a location accumulates a large number of hits then the red dot gets big

"She was quite excited (not due to consuming too much sugar either) and said "do you want to see the Pope on Sunday?"... I kept expecting the Pope to break into a karaoke session but alas for me he didn't" There I was fully engrossed with work matters, for a change, when I received a phone call. It was from the wife aka 'No Worries'. She was quite excited (not due to consuming too much sugar either) and said "do you want to see the Pope on Sunday?" After a few seconds thinking I said "yeah, why not". "Cool" exclaimed No Worries. "I have tickets for us and the gals" I was quite excited as it's not every day that you get to see the Pope. Even though we were not Catholics it would be a great experience, especially for our daughters. A couple of days later I picked up a leaflet about getting to Randwick Racecourse for Sunday's big bash (aka 'the Pope does Sydney"). More that 400,000 pilgrims wer

"Methinks that the Catholic Church must be using an egg timer to define how many hours there are in a day!... It's a fair bet to assume that the Pope will win the 11.50 race by a head!" Sydney is in the middle of an attack. This is not an ordinary attack either. Don't panic, dear reader, it's not by a military force wanting to take over Australia's number one city. It's not even by the Bogong moths who, like clockwork, hit the city in their millions every year and it's certainly not by accountants attending a tax convention. It is in fact by Catholic pilgrims from all corners of the earth! Sydney is currently half way through the World Youth Day celebrations. To most people a day is 24 hours. For this event the 'day' lasts 6 days. Methinks that the Catholic Church must be using an egg timer to define how many hours there are in a day! Anyway, there are approximately 200,000 pilgrims currently in Sydney. I have this week seen a few clerg

"that's a thought, do the Wiggles have 5 year old groupies?...I am sure that passing my driving test many many moons ago was less stressful than this dilemma" A dilemma is an interesting word. It's one that we use to describe certain situations especially if they are of the uncomfortable variety. If you Google it you will find a definition such as "a situation that requires a choice between options that are or seem equally unfavourable or mutually exclusive". Well, recently I experienced a dilemma that really was a no win situation. It's not the first time I have had this dilemma arise. In fact, the first time was in London two years ago at the London Eye. Anyway, I had better explain. So if you are sitting comfortably then I will begin.... A couple of weekends ago I decided to take my two daughters to the local shopping centre to see a Disney stage show. They were both excited as they are of that age when all things Disney mean a lot to them. F

"arranging a school disco is akin to a military operation on the scale that is normally undertaken by the United Nations...My mind quickly thought about the sugar hit that was just about to hit more than 70 children!" Friday night is one of the best nights of the week. It signifies the end of the working week for most of us and means that for the next 2 days we do not need to be ruled by the alarm clock! Most people will use Friday night to go out for a drink, visit a restaurant, spending time with family and friends, playing ABBA songs at full volume or going away for a weekend in the countryside. As for me last Friday was quite different. I was acting as a bouncer at my eldest daughters' school disco. I was on patrol with a co-parent. We were both wearing black jackets and looked every inch a couple of pseudo bouncers without the steroids. As some of you may recall my wife and I are on the school social committee alongside the 5 J's (all their first names begin