Dare, Double Dare, Triple Dare with Jam and Cream
Being male, I find it hard to resist a dare.
Nude dashing Bondi Beach? Did it.
Stand on a restaurant table and sing the national anthem? Did it.
Nude dash Coolum Beach? Did it.
So when I was double dared by Margaret at work, I had to answer the call.
I made scones.
(picture not a true representation of my efforts but they tasted good!)And if she had quadruple dared me to cook them naked, I probably would of done that too.
(un) settled
Last weekend I moved into my new place, sharing with A and M, a very nice and very cool couple. The house has heaps of room, a backyard and even a dog. Best of all it's only 5 minutes to work.
I arrived at the office on Monday and declared that, "life is so organised that work will probably want to transfer me". Ha ha ha and laughs all around.
Three hours later I get a phone call.
I should of remembered Phil's law; Murphy was rosy faced optimist.
It's not all bad, I'm going to be working in our other campus where there a way more opportunities for advancement but it's 40 minutes by train away.
My sleep-ins end tomorrow.
Bugger.
Peek a boo
I'm not a people watcher.
The great unwashed public are like a blur to me; indistinct, grey and unfeatured. White noise while I try to read the newspaper. A bit like this Rene Magritte painting. I register their presence but not their individuality.
I was talking to a couple of widely divergent friends who said they were people watchers and it took me a while to work out what they have in common.
They are all compulsive sunglass wearers.
Rain, hail or shine; if they are in public, their eyes are masked.
I only wear sunnies while driving. It's too awkward swapping my glasses and sunglasses back and forth. Maybe that's why I'm uncomfortable with people watching.
Until yesterday.
A young couple were in the carpark at work. (That's right, at a workplace with beautifully sculpted gardens and walkways, my desk looks over the carpark)
She was upset with her hip cocked out, large hand expressions to punctuate her every word and repetitive flicking of her head to move her fringe.
Her build is elven. Short statured, pixie haircut with angular features evoking the border peoples between Russia and Mongolia.
Her boyfriend, I presume boyfriend, trys to calm her down. Nodding his head with every statement. Moving forward in an attempt to comfort her but intrudes into her personal space.As her hair flicking and hand movements become more violent, her legs weaken until she sits down on the asphalt and falls into silence. Her breathe is heavy and eyes are red.
What are they talking about?
Births, deaths, marriages? Cheating partners, expired car batteries, failed exams, work redundancies, spoiled fruit, washing that's colour run, rising interest rates, STDs, hang nails, petrol prices, body odor, terrorism or was she just having a bad day.
I didn't know but I couldn't look away.
I was entranced for a good five minutes, staring intensely at them when she suddenly look up in my direction.I lowered my head to the computer screen and made busy while they hurriedly left the carpark.
After work I walked around the car park to the spot where she sat, hoping to find some clues amongst the cigarette butts and leaf litter but there was nothing except the sunset reflecting off the mirrored windows of our office block.
Forget about her secret, mine was safe.
Just a start
Ok this is a placeholder until I get the layout sorted this week.
Hopefully something interesting will appear very soon.
