Following on from our Graham's quick recap, it is now the March Hare's opportunity to steal the limelight and narrate the monthly happenings in WAnderland! (A Job at The Sun as the caption King surely beckons? )
The Mad Hatter remains content, despite losing his manly mane, and still holds court at the foot of the bed, only this time, he's upped a class, and is now fighting in a different weight division due to his insistence on thrice daily meal sharing. I tried to explain the salad option but entered a credibiltiy minefield.
The Queen of Hearts has re-registered as an Aussie Nurse and been testing men's tubes at a fertility clinic in Claremont. Apparently when the men come into the clinic, they find things rather hard on meeting her. Problem solved.
Mam Hearts has also become somewhat of a Madhur Jaffery in the culinary department, and is now an expert Samosa Artist and Sous Curry Chef. She is also fully versed in the art of sub-continental swearing, a feat expedited on a recent viewing of Slumdog Millionaire. What chance of her replacing the digeridoo with a sitar or the bikini for a sari!? Knowing Her Majesty's Xenophobic quailties, I'd say there's more chance of getting a handshake of Wayne Bridge.
and Me ?
I,of course, am Alice.....Alice, who the F*ck is Alice!?
Well, despite sending off near 100 job applications, each and every one returning a middle finger response, Alice remains for the time being a model Western Australian Housewife.
Yesterday was Labour day Bank Holiday...........a much needed day off.
And such a day, when broken up, really sums up Alice's month of February.
Labour - Everything But.
Bank - No bonuses for Alice
Holiday - One Long One!
Anyway, I shall keep hunting, but be in no doubt that currently, life's a complete beach.
On the tourist trail, it has sort of become the fashion to see how many times one can take a picture of the Perth CBD skyline from different locations and projectories, and still pass them off as exciting! The latest ones came courtesy of trips to Lesmurdie Falls and Kings Park Botanical Gardens. A lovely boat ride to Mindarie Keys was a highlight and we were lucky enough to see dolphins on the return leg.
Another trip to Hippo Creek was as good as ever, following the 500g T Bone last time, I put down a 500g Rump Steak this time, hung from a giant skewer, and dripping with garlic and peri peri sauce onto a bowl of chips. Too good.
A drive to Northbridge was an eye opener! It is sort of like a wild western looking Soho, seedy and rough. We sat down to a nice chinese a couple of nights back, but poor Chloe went white and I must admit to wondering what the hell was happening, when a surprise end of Chinese New Year Dragon performance started in the restaurant with the loudest most unexpected terrifying fire crackers I reckon anyone has ever heard, and the majority of the restaurant, unaware as we were of the unfolding events, thought it was Northbridge's 9/11 !
On other fronts, we wish Chloe's Dad well in his total recovery from a double hip operation. Knowing John as I do, I think he's secretly hoping he's fit enough to board the plane as a Socceroo to South Africa in a few months time as reserve attacking midfielder! With his determination, it would not surprise! So speedy recovery.
Finally, it would not be proper of me to conclude this update without mention of the Mitchell Johnson issue. Well, it gives me great pleasure to announce that on Friday March 12 @ 6pm, he is uncannily appearing for charity at our local pub, The Greenwood, for a sponsored head shave! ( Talk about jumping on my bandwagon! ) I have no doubt Chloe is keeping that night in the diary well and truly free, and I have taken the proactive steps of booking a consultation in the queue behind Cheryl Cole to see Fiona Shackelton should things turn sour come midnight!
From all the lovely creatures in WAnderland, excluding the bastard Huntsman and Redbacks, its Good Aye and Fair Dinkum to y'all.
The Mad Hatter remains content, despite losing his manly mane, and still holds court at the foot of the bed, only this time, he's upped a class, and is now fighting in a different weight division due to his insistence on thrice daily meal sharing. I tried to explain the salad option but entered a credibiltiy minefield.
The Queen of Hearts has re-registered as an Aussie Nurse and been testing men's tubes at a fertility clinic in Claremont. Apparently when the men come into the clinic, they find things rather hard on meeting her. Problem solved.
Mam Hearts has also become somewhat of a Madhur Jaffery in the culinary department, and is now an expert Samosa Artist and Sous Curry Chef. She is also fully versed in the art of sub-continental swearing, a feat expedited on a recent viewing of Slumdog Millionaire. What chance of her replacing the digeridoo with a sitar or the bikini for a sari!? Knowing Her Majesty's Xenophobic quailties, I'd say there's more chance of getting a handshake of Wayne Bridge.
and Me ?
I,of course, am Alice.....Alice, who the F*ck is Alice!?
Well, despite sending off near 100 job applications, each and every one returning a middle finger response, Alice remains for the time being a model Western Australian Housewife.
Yesterday was Labour day Bank Holiday...........a much needed day off.
And such a day, when broken up, really sums up Alice's month of February.
Labour - Everything But.
Bank - No bonuses for Alice
Holiday - One Long One!
Anyway, I shall keep hunting, but be in no doubt that currently, life's a complete beach.
On the tourist trail, it has sort of become the fashion to see how many times one can take a picture of the Perth CBD skyline from different locations and projectories, and still pass them off as exciting! The latest ones came courtesy of trips to Lesmurdie Falls and Kings Park Botanical Gardens. A lovely boat ride to Mindarie Keys was a highlight and we were lucky enough to see dolphins on the return leg.
Another trip to Hippo Creek was as good as ever, following the 500g T Bone last time, I put down a 500g Rump Steak this time, hung from a giant skewer, and dripping with garlic and peri peri sauce onto a bowl of chips. Too good.
A drive to Northbridge was an eye opener! It is sort of like a wild western looking Soho, seedy and rough. We sat down to a nice chinese a couple of nights back, but poor Chloe went white and I must admit to wondering what the hell was happening, when a surprise end of Chinese New Year Dragon performance started in the restaurant with the loudest most unexpected terrifying fire crackers I reckon anyone has ever heard, and the majority of the restaurant, unaware as we were of the unfolding events, thought it was Northbridge's 9/11 !
On other fronts, we wish Chloe's Dad well in his total recovery from a double hip operation. Knowing John as I do, I think he's secretly hoping he's fit enough to board the plane as a Socceroo to South Africa in a few months time as reserve attacking midfielder! With his determination, it would not surprise! So speedy recovery.
Finally, it would not be proper of me to conclude this update without mention of the Mitchell Johnson issue. Well, it gives me great pleasure to announce that on Friday March 12 @ 6pm, he is uncannily appearing for charity at our local pub, The Greenwood, for a sponsored head shave! ( Talk about jumping on my bandwagon! ) I have no doubt Chloe is keeping that night in the diary well and truly free, and I have taken the proactive steps of booking a consultation in the queue behind Cheryl Cole to see Fiona Shackelton should things turn sour come midnight!
From all the lovely creatures in WAnderland, excluding the bastard Huntsman and Redbacks, its Good Aye and Fair Dinkum to y'all.
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