Like this souvenir 2006 World Cup fridge magnet, I have decided to adhere to the things that attract me and spend quite a bit of time researching matters for what I hope will turn into - I hesitate to say it - a book. Disclosure of topic by application only. And even then I'll give you a bum steer, which is a particularly Australian saying that, I think, connotes something other than what it means. I'm not going there though.
It's Christmas, and all over the country, Mum and Dad and the kids are loading up the Subaru Liberty for the annual beach holiday. Coastal towns swell in population as the locals go into hiding or open up budget camping grounds (ie their front lawn). Everyone starts eating seafood because it's nice and unusual and different, and the shopping centres, after weeks of chaos which reaches a crescendo on the 24th, shut down for a day because a day longer would mean revenue lost. Then next week we all muscle our way into some friend of a friend's party and carry on like such and such before trying to vomit as discreetly as possible while the sun rises on the new year.
The fridge magnet's not likely to lose it's grip, and I suppose that is my goal for the new year too, what with balancing my modelling and writing careers and the release of my video in April - Lach vs. Matthew Hayden Iron Chef. His average is going to take a tumble if I'm allowed to do my pasta carbonara! If the secret ingredient is a Coopers home brew concentrate kit, he's gonna get caught behind!
Happy Holidays to all, and save some for me.
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