Howzat!

Had a great day today at the SCG with nine mates watching the third day of the "SuperTest" (Australia vs World XI for those of you not au fait with your cricket).

Bloody cold though and bad light eventually stopped play but there were some great highlights. Lucky for you I won't bore you with them here.

One thing I do have to say though is that it was probably the most gourmet I have ever been at the cricket. The chief organiser decided we'd "self-cater" (her words) and we were each assigned a food group. Mine was fruit. Easy. Others brought chips, dips, cheese, crackers, etc etc. But Kate... Kate is a chef. At Rockpool.

As Warney stepped up for his first over of the day, we were munching frittata which had been made the previous day by Neil Perry himself.

Ready steady that Warney.

I'm waiting at the railway square for the bus home when who should approach me but this woman. Still peddling the same story. She initially left out the location of where the dance competition was, but when I asked her she came up with North Dakota again. We had quite a good chat actually. Her name's Chris. I like this woman. Oh, she had a new receipt book too. Brand new. So brand new that it was obvious she hadn't written any receipts out yet.

Unfortunately she happened to get me after I'd spent the ten dollars which was supposed to last me till payday on beer at the cricket.

All I had left in my purse was 95 cents. So I gave her that. Then she was worried that I wouldn't be able to get the bus home, bless her... luckily I had a travelten. What a top lady.

I came home to discover Flatmate 2's boyfriend (aka FO*) had decided to go the Chopper look and had grown (in 3 days!) a handlebar moustache.

Scary.

Then Flatmate 1's parents popped over with some stuff and met FO for the first time. Poor guy was crushed that he'd chosen that weekend to experiment with dodgy facial hair.

Very funny.

Then Lulu came over and we watched Australian Idol. It was 80s night. They all sucked, apart from Lee. That guy rocks. A punk version of Eye of the Tiger. Tops.

The others should be shot for choosing shit like Whitney Houston and Lionel Richie. If you're going to go the power ballad go a real power ballad.

And for god's sake have the guts to wear some 80's clothes. If any of those girls had had the guts to dress like Madonna or Cyndi Lauper I would have voted for them.

But Lee got my vote this week. He looked like a New Romantic crossed with a Punk. Actually he looked a bit like Adam Ant without the military jacket and white stripe across the face.

Rock on Lee.

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* Federal Officer. Cos he is one. You wouldn't believe it if you met him but he is.