Tonight Ash and I braved the frigid air in Gertrude street for the sticky carpet of the Rob Roy Hotel. I had the illusion that the modern-day band punter was a water drinking, non-smoking shoe gazer, but boy was I wrong. Ash shelled out for a pack of Viscount 20’s late during the set of “Mum Smokes” after he realised that he’d have a shocking passive smoking headache in the morning regardless. I was happy to oblige and tried working my way through the back catalog of Coopers dark ales and found them a surprisingly easy touch. We were were both delighted in both the quantity and quality of the local ladies. Who said only blokes go to gigs in Winter? Even better value than last night at 8 dollars and the packets of Nobby’s cashews probably topped the Tokay. We left half way through Love of Diagrams when we realised that our ears were slowly melting.
Author: dfv
The pampered ones feast
Tonight the dogs got short shrift and were guiltily left at home with a choc-drop each for their trouble as Kim and I visited the wind tunnel that is New Quay for a feed. It was a modern glass fishbowl called Live Bait set right on the water with an entrance atrium made of a thousand oyster shells glued to raw cement sheet and it looked just terrific. Despite 300 degrees of glass surrounding us, it was almost overly warm and yet the food was terrific – we talked the usual things: life in an apartment in the city, just how good was this olive oil and bread, why Rutherglen’s bakery is overrated, how funny it sounds when Kim makes Fergus imitate a coyote. The oysters were soft, the vegetables hearty, and the Riesling to die for. We paid $135 and felt it was good value. For something different, I had a Tokay instead of dessert and it was smooth and smoky.
Once again Preston parts the blue wave
I’ve been anticipating this baby for 4 days. Reading the forums and learning from the 19 year old experts on Weatherzone. And believe me they are experts. It rolls in with a magnificent wash of magenta and yellow bearing East, ready to float my house down the street like on December 2nd. And then it dropped away as if the northern suburbs just weren’t good enough. I could hear my Native Frangipani sighing in disbelief from the front bedroom. I’d had a couple of wines so I dropped a few expletives as I waited the 10 minutes between each radar update. It never occurred to me to go outside and look and listen. [More]
Where the Fergus shall roam
Once again my dog Fergus has escaped from the backyard. Our friendly neighbour Lyn reminded me tonight that it had been 5 TIMES NOW. I don’t know why she’s complaining – she ended up with a bottle of 1999 Coonawarra Cab Sav out of it, so that should have settled things. Whilst in class at Epping, I got a call from Kim that I later described as “a domestic emergency” before leaving class and ran for the train. $45 at Bunnings later, I emerged with 5 tightly coiled metres of some KICK-ASS RABBIT MESH that would stop a horse if applied in enough layers. 90 minutes of hammering in the warm night air (6 degrees above normal for June today) and I’d developed a bad back, and probably the ire of half Scotia St. Good luck tomorrow Fergus.
Drink the long draught down..
To all you get rich quick types who are whacking in grape vines and planting olive groves – I THANK YOU. Because you greedy lot are all going hell for leather trying to make a buck and ease the transition into retirement, it means that the glut has reasonable wine going for 4 bucks a bottle. We polished off 3 bottles in the last 4 nights and slept like babies. Having said that I haven’t seen Kalamata olives being sold from caravans on the side of the Calder recently, but that time will come – and I will be ready, antipasto platter in hand.
Testerooni
Well, since I got out of prison, I’ve taken to puttin down my thoughts to help me see clear. With that memory loss issue I got after the iron bar incident in there, this is my only way of catchin’ up on what I did last week. Here goes boyo.