Puggy has got pudgy... the ultimate 30 day challenge
I dont like the look of myself lately. One way to change that: get healthy, fatty.
I have decided that every second day, without fail (here is hoping anyway) that I will complete a lap of centennial park. I will time it every day using the iphone app and see how I can improve my time. I love beating myself, so lets do it.
Here goes round one. I will post the times and facts etc when I return, as I will everyday. Puggy will dominate that park, baby.
Cowboy man, Vince Noir, Bed and Breakfast Japanese Art Jungle is a beam
Last night was amazing. Not only did I get to cryptically surprise zufe, but it was a joy to see bands that actually enjoy performing for everyone. No arrogance, no annoyingness, just wacky, quirky and actually amazing song performed with a large amount of humbleness. Boy and Bear were amazing, really really amazing. Quick side note, what the hell is with all the drunk girls? There are a lot of things that make me hate the world, but they are right up there. ANYWAY, no more complaining, only writing about how great last night was.
So I picked Zufey up for this ‘mystery date’. Took her to Sushi Train for dinner, which was phenom again. Those chicken, avocade, special sauce things are amazing. Endless supply please.
Anyway, I finally took her to the Metro lalalalalala she worked it out was genuinely surprised. Bazinga.
First up was a girl and her guitar. Unfortunately she wont ever make it. That market is incredibly niche, and she’s trying to compete with the like of Lisa Mitchell etc etc. Prove me wrong, please, but eh.
Jinja safari were all sorts of awesome. Out there, weird, wacky, but generally loving what they are doing. I love the whole jungle theme, and how they go along with it. I loved the special appearance from Vince Noir, and also loved the bongo mans hilarity. Was lovely to watch and laugh, and actually get into their music.
Boy and Bear took it to another level. The set was amazing, and right out of a mad men, mumford and sons, 50s60s show. Was a sight to see. Am definitely a fan of clear lightbulbs just dangling. They were a joy to watch. So humble, so into what they were doing and just so interesting to watch. I went in without listening to any of there stuff just so that I could see how they rated for me. Answer: super duper highly. (PS look at me being all reviewy huh). The no encore policy made it better, strangely. Of course I was disappointed that I couldnt see more of them, but thinking about it, humbleness was the winner. I love that.
Little did I know that the night was going to get better. Goodgod. A little stage presented a man in a Spanish ensemble playing music (sort of). A little research has found him: Kirin J Callinan, or cowboy man to me. Apparently he is still work in progress? Really, it didnt show. Okay, not really.
Everyone was a winner last night, especially you cowboy man
Seeing my boys’ faces after today’s game definitely was the best thing about the game. No, sad faces dont make me happy, but it was the reason they were sad. they knew they had played well, and knew that they should have won. They will only get better from here
1. THOU SHALT ALWAYS WEAR TWEED. No other fabric says so defiantly: I am a man of panache, savoir-faire and devil-may-care, and I will not be served Continental lager beer under any circumstances.
2 THOU SHALT ALWAYS BE COURTEOUS TO THE LADIES. A gentleman is never truly seated on an omnibus or railway carriage: he is merely keeping the seat warm for when a lady might need it. Those who take offence at being offered a seat are not really Ladies.
3 THOU SHALT NEVER, EVER, WEAR PANTALOONS DE NIMES. When you have progressed beyond fondling girls in the back seats of cinemas, you can stop wearing jeans. Wear fabrics appropriate to your age, and, who knows, you might even get a quick fumble in your box at the opera.
4 THOU SHALT ALWAYS DOFF ONE’S HAT. Alright, so you own a couple of trilbies. Good for you - but it’s hardly going to change the world. Once you start actually lifting them off your head when greeting, departing or simply saluting passers-by, then the revolution will really begin.
5 THOU SHALT NEVER FASTEN THE LOWEST BUTTON ON THY WESKIT. Look, we don’t make the rules, we simply try to keep them going. This one dates back to Edward VII, sufficient reason in itself to observe it.
6 THOU SHALT ALWAYS SPEAK PROPERLY. It’s quite simple really. Instead of saying “Yo, wassup?”, say “How do you do?”
7 THOU SHALT NEVER WEAR PLIMSOLLS WHEN NOT DOING SPORT. Nor even when doing sport. Which you shouldn’t be doing anyway. Except cricket.
8 THOU SHALT ALWAYS WORSHIP AT THE TROUSER PRESS. At the end of each day, your trousers should be placed in one of Mr. Corby’s magical contraptions, and by the next morning your creases will be so sharp that they will start a riot on the high street.
9 THOU SHALT ALWAYS CULTIVATE INTERESTING FACIAL HAIR. By interesting we mean moustaches, not beards.