I've had a nice Easter. I went along to Good Friday and Easter Sunday services at Westbourne Park Uniting. Some of the people there have decided to call me Martin instead of Garry. Apparently it's terribly clever and amusing to call me by some randomly made up name rather than the name I was born with. Those crazy kids!

I was out to dinner with my family this evening and decided to order rigatoni of the amatriciana flavour. Employing my linguistic knowledge, I wondered aloud whether it would be pronounced "rigatoni amatriciana" or whether a more correct Italian form would be "rigatoni amatriciani" (If you happen to speak Italian or …chefish could you leave a comment with the answer? I'm still genuinely curious). My sister looked at me in a manner which suggested I was spontaneously growing a second nose and asked "why would it change?" I wanted to throw my pasta at her, but it hadn't arrived yet.

Far from home

 

Garry with 2 Rs

I dunno... what's it been? Ten days since my last blog entry? I'm starting to become a serial blogger, I think I may be developing a problem. Nonetheless here are some things that have made the last few days good for me. Were they good for you?

I went to Adam Hills' stand-up show 'Joymonger' at the Thebarton Theatre on Friday night. He was really funny, but the more impressive thing was how genuine he was. Just being himself, telling stories about things that annoy him and things that make him laugh. He had a really positive message and angle, which was refreshing after seeing a lot of performers stand up and be negative about themselves or others. That was really cool.

Australia mopped the floor with South Africa. Obviously I'm talking about the cricket world cup, as opposed to some sort of monumental tectonic upheaval resulting in the continent of Australia literally mopping some floor (probably the floor of the Indian Ocean, which admittedly is very wet) with the country of South Africa. Clearly this is a highly improbable event at best, and it was a waste of your freaking time to have even suggested it. I apologise. The point is, or was, that Australia's national one-day cricket team soundly defeated that of South Africa. One more for the good guys!

Josh Lyman kissed Donna Moss tonight on Australian television. This would count as one for the good guys, except for the fact that both parties were, and remain thus far, fictional. Nonetheless, it's about time. As Donna herself put it, "it was bound to happen sooner or later".

On Saturday night I babysat (babysitted? Babysunk?) my cousins, who are 6 and 4 (at last count). Catherine, the six year old, introduced me to her new favourite musical, believing it to be one that I might be interested in. She was quite amazed to discover that I'd actually already heard of Cats. Boy oh boy am I going to be cousin of the year when they get around to asking me if I can play anything from it...

I have just four days left on my CELTA course. This is a very good thing. Not that it hasn't been enjoyable, just a whole heap of stress and an intense workload. Still, it means my job prospects are good here in Adelaide and, more importantly, good in Europe. Trust God to come to the party just when it looked like I was starting to lack direction, hmm?

Oh freak me sideways, this is by far the longest blog ever. No way has anyone stuck around to read this far. And to prove it, I take this opportunity to announce my candidacy for the position of chairman of the Western Australian branch of the Country Womens' Association. Drop me a comment letting me know what you think if you've actually read this far.

Far from home

 

 

Garry with 2 Rs

C is also for conflagulate. Or it would be if conflagulate was a word.

Things that amuse me this week:

Well the interview was today, and what an adventure it was. I got to North Terrace right on 10 O'clock, ready to start.

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