Wednesday, September 15, 2004

The First Time

This is the first time I've thought about writing a blog and then sat here looking into space, exhaling loudly and rubbing my chin in a ponderous manner.

Does this suggest that I'm done with this thing?

Has my brain turned to cheese after too many hours turning, turning and turning cheese?

Am I feeling sorry for myself and proving to the world what a pathetic character I am?

I've been meaning for a while to introduce you to my partner. Here name is Peta and she's gone to Melbourne to get her hair-cut.

That's it for now, further information will be released on a strict need to know basis.

I thought I had dinner sorted by cleverly saving the leftovers of last nights noodle triumph.

Then I remembered we don't have a microwave.

The shops all shut at 6.00 so I'm half an hour late.

Hey wait a minute!

Didn't someone with foresight and great self knowledge but a frozen pizza at the weekend?

Papa Guiseppi, you are the man, not only have you allowed me to eat a filling and nutritious meal but you have also provided me with a cut-out-and-keep chefs hat. "To make my hat simply cut around the dotted line and run strings through the holes at the bottom. Tie the string behind your head and hey presto...YOU'RE THE PAPA!"

If his pizza's are anything like his hats I'm in for quite a night. You'll have to excuse me while I return said masterpiece to the freezer as the Papa say's it's best cooked from frozen and I've yet to have my bath.

Oooh look Papa, there's a beer in the fridge. That's just asking for trouble.

well I do feel better already.

Pizza and beer, the salve for everyday maladies.

I may be thousands of miles from home, my relationship may be in tatters, I may be working at a cheese factory and it may be raining and cold but with Guiseppi by my side, a watery beer in my hand and the prospect of a languish in the bath while reading a lame excuse for a newspaper I can conquer the world. I will save our relationship, I will turn cheese, the sun will come out, I'll get used to this beer if I have another one - soon - in the bath maybe.

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About Me

Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.