Crank the Croc
I’M no Christmas Grinch, but early November is way too early to be seeing Christmas ads, jingles, decorations anywhere, anytime.
I note that pro-Palestinian protestors gate-crashed the Myer Christmas windows launch in Melbourne last week.
Maybe they were upset like me at how early this commercial Christmas was being launched.
Sure, their signs didn’t hint at it, but you just kind of know.
Cough Cough
While on one hand I’m trying to save a few dollars for Christmas presents, on the other I’m being robbed blind every time I step outside.
I bought an iced latte and a large long black on the coast last weekend.
It cost $16.50 plus a 1.5 per cent card charge (which you couldn’t avoid even if it was debit)! What can you do? Now more and more places are charging an extra 10 per cent just to go out on a Sunday. What’s one to do?
Freeze your own water? Grow your own beans? Milk your own cows?
Bowled over
I’ve seen a lot of inane sport on TV in the years but tuning in to see Australia play Pakistan in a rain-shortened ‘T7’ match took the cake.
I should have stopped after one commentator said the role of a batsman in this shortened – lol – format is “not to think”.
They were saying what great work it was from organisers to get in any cricket. More likely was doing whatever it takes to not give refunds.
The game said it all about cricket these days, and this is after they’d jumped the shark with the one-day farce. Maybe the Test series will save some face although given the Indians were just trounced by NZ at home isn’t a great sign. I mostly ended up watching 102 minutes of football as Australia and Saudi Arabia played out a 0-0 draw.
