Holy toledo Batman...

WELL folks, hasn't time been flying past quicker than a Ben Johnson circa 1988, what with the Pope passing on and Prince Chuck marrying Camilla Parkya-Balls all in two days.
It's been very busy down here too, dodging knives, drinking, playing sport, drinking, trying to sleep, drinking, and counting down the days until it's time to head of to Europe for three months of drinking.
The world is increasingly becoming a bizarre place - at least it would if it wasn't so bizarre to start off with. In good news, I see that Toowoomba Grammar School (from where I graduated as opposed to grew up) has won the First XI GPS competition. Apparently they won the 2000 comp as well, but given there doesn't seem to be a central register of these things anywhere on the net, it's hard to check this up.
If this is true, then there are some lucky students who have been at the school for two GPS premierships. When I was there (96-97 for those playing at home) we came close to the cricket in '96 and the soccer in both years.
Both times they finished top three (may have even been top two - I can't remember every little thing). The cricket team in '96 was captained by a nice young fellow called Lachlan Stevens, whom I impersonated during a talent night at one stage.
Strangely enough, I next met Lachlan at Manuka Oval while he was playing for the South Australian second XI. I was down studying sports media, and he'd moved to Adelaide in a sports admin role. When the SA 2nd XI came to Canberra to play the Comets, I had a team of four or five commentating the game for a community radio station. Needless to say the station closed soon afterwards.
But that's how small the world really is.
Another example: day off work on Thursday. Had a few bob burning a hole in the pocket, decided to go to the second-hand bookstore to see if thy had any Bill Bryson in stock (they did). As I was browsing, a bloke I used to work with in Brisbane recognised me and said g'day.
Apart from the immediately obvious question about what the guy was doing in a bookshop in Cooma (I'd've picked him being in Cooma Jail or on the way to the snow, but anyway), who would've thought that we'd meet up again in a country town 1400km away from where we knew each other? Bizarre.
At any rate, it's now just five weeks until I shoot off to the Northern Hemisphere. During that time I'll still be updating this site (maybe even more regularly!), but will be sending message from a different e-mail address.
In the meantime, be good to one another/that's the way it is/say hi to your Mum for me, and try not to get too disheartened about the footy tipping.