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wednesday night was the it ops xmas party… it got very very messy. fortunately the lovely holly and lisa were good sports about the whole thing and didn’t throw anyone out - i was cutoff at the bar for awhile but i somehow rose from the ashes (maybe jc res’ed me) and my drinking privs were re-instated. my memory ends about 4pm but from all accounts it was a great night.

i woke up on thursday morning with a burnt hand and a smashed shoulder - apparently the burnt hand was a flaming shots mishap….. the shoulder injury was a bit of a mystery until today when grahame told me i crash tackled him on the bitumen out front of the metro - not sure why but im sure he deserved it

i ended up at the metro again today with the intentions of having a feed, a coupla lites, and going home. then dave c bought a round of shots, then holly bought a round of shots, then it gets a bit blurry again. angry was there at some point, there was a kebab at the end, and i was wearing antlers again.

i love the metro.

i got a speed camera notice in the mail today…. i’d had the most fantastic day leading up to it so it was such a great finisher. ^#$@$!$##$^%&^%&%$^#$%@#$@#@%$@!

i know what you’re thinking…. quit whingeing, you do the crime you do the time…. you know what i say to that? fluck j00 asshat.

85 in a 70 zone… 150 bucks and most importantly 3 points. i drive 30,000+ k’s a year and i get the same amount of points as some dozy bitch who drives 1000k’s a year. great system huh.

i remember exactly when it happened - i was doing about 100 when i saw the camera and you can clearly see in the photo the nose is dipped right down cos i’m hard on the brakes.

lessons learnt

1 - rego your vehicle to a company name cos you can then elect to pay 5x the fine and no-one loses any points

2 - smear your front number plate with mud…. it’s a 4wd and the water restrictions won’t let me wash it cuntstable.

3 - go gta on any speed camera you happen to spot

4 - do a chester and just drive around without a front plate

5 - buy a vehicle that brakes quicker than an unladen hilux

qld police - YOU SUCK!

there was some debate about overnighting…. i had a carton of evil vb (result of my talking boonie project) that i had to get rid of so i was keen to overnight.

cracked my first beer around 9am - hung out with eyepee and wicked for the morning (while waiting for the rest of the hungover slackers to rock up around 2pm!)…. crazy 40 series owners - drove a few cool tracks, managed to get bogged in the only real deep mud in the place :/

dibbzeh had a moment on the side of a 100metre cliff face, i was well drunken by this point so i couldnt see what all the fuss is about as i’m standing on the top of the hill yelling “just drive it you pussy!” watched the video the next day and saw what all the fuss was about.

scored an awesome campsite on top of a ridge with 360degree views, massive flat campsite, heaps of firewood, might be a brass monkey IV candidate. iron chef dibbz turned it on again with some mad roast lamb - was kinda lost on me as i had demolished the entire carton by this point.

woke up on sunday with a screaming hangover, wasn’t up to anymore wheeling so i trundled off home…. damn it’s a rough track to the campsite, every bump hurt and i was getting chucked around like a ragdoll - i don’t remember it being like that on the way up.

check dibbzeh’s blog, he did some inline video funkiness that i read something about in the latest dreamhost newsletter but can’t be assed figuring out.

some pics at http://www.phat42.com/gallery/v/trips/cityview091206 and http://www.hj60.com/gallery/v/events/album_002/

since i spend most of my life in the office i decided to take boony and beefy into the office this week…..

i’ve done some more research and this years boonie doesnt respond to beeps on the telly, he’s date aware! theyve programmed in 12 months worth of cricket dates, so when the crickets on boonie chats away like a madman. he also seems to have a sense of the most inappropriate possible times to open his mouth.

i had 2 important phone calls this week - the first was this collaborative research mob who you kinda have to be invited into…. so im talking to the dude, it’s almost like an interview and everythings going well and then boonie says at full volume “if i could get off this stand i’d walk to the pub!”. how do you explain what just happened to a stuffy yank who has no idea who boonie is, and even less idea what cricket is all about? some smooth talking and more crapping on and i think i managed to recover it.

the second call was me giving a shit sandwich to a vendor (again - another yank)….. things are a bit frosty and we’re verbally dancing when boonie comes out with “you know what they say about blokes with big mo’s”. if i was talking to an aussie this might have been a nice ice breaker and lightened the mood a little - but with a yank it wasn’t. it made an ugly situation even more tense. nice one boonie!

i think it was wednesday this week…. went for lunch with fatty @ the morrison hotel. i havent been for a few years but i remembered it as a good steak. ITS GOT BETTER - fark j00 brekky ck, fark j00 norman hotel. the morrison is where it’s at.

entree : camembert garlic bread thing (served on a pizza base) tasted good and was damn filling. 8.5/10

main : wagyu with mushroom sauce, chips, and caesar. 9/10

i’m embarrassed to say i left some steak on my plate - it’s been a long long time since i left steak on a plate…. the steak was awesome and comes drowned in mushroom sauce with heaps of mushrooms (not just goo). there’s so much sauce it’s almost like a casserole. farkin good steak, tender as and no stringy bits - the caesar was good, as was the chips. i had about 3 more bites of steak left and i just knew i was gunna spew if i put one more bit of food in my guts…. i wrestled with this for about 10 minutes until finally conceding defeat. i’m still dirty on myself for filling up on the damn camembert garlic bread :/

morrison hotel and fatty - yer on my A list

manx @ portside….

yesterday lunch - apparently the chef here is famous around brisbane and this is his new restaurant…. it’s one of those huge plate small meal places

entree : scallops on pork belly. 7/10 - i just don’t get the whole pork belly thing….. every man and his dog is serving it now, you can’t escape it. if you want scallops it’s gunna come on porrk belly. inch square cubes of pork fat - it tastes as good as it sounds. yeuck.

main : eye fillet on lentil (wtf?!?) and onion mushy base thing. 7/10 - it was ok but it wasnt great.

the restaurants a bit small and the setting is a bit weird, table service was good - i’d eat there again if i had to, but i wouldnt go by choice.

brekky creek some day last week…. cant remember when

rib fillet with spud and coleslaw…. absolute crap 4/10….. this isn’t the first time recently ive had a crap feed at the brekky ck.

the spud was deformed and not cooked properly, the coleslaw was basically cabbage with no dressing - the steak was like a 2dollar bilo piece of meat…. hacked away at it for hours trying to get thru the fat and the sinew.

if you wanna charge top shelf prices, not offer table service and have ppl sit outdoors with no aircon you better be damn sure you’re up to par - brekky ck you’re on my blacklist

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last thursday nite, il centro

first time ive been here for years, i wasnt real keen as i remembered it as a bit of a wank place.

entree : sandcrab with avocado mash type thing, served cold. 9.5/10 - i can see why this is their specialty. MAGIC

main : sirlion with hollondaise sauce. 8/10 - the steak was good, the hollondaise was awesome, but the dodgy beans and boiled potato wedges were a bit bland.

dessert : cheese platter and a glass of warmed courveiser. 7/10 - the courveiser was good but it comes outta a bottle so its hard to screwup, cheese was pretty limited and unexciting

il centro makes it onto my hotlist, brekky ck can go burn in hell