TWENTY: Thank you, umpires. Thank you, ball boys.

•January 20, 2013 • 1 Comment

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You can count the Australian Opens I have not attended in the last 30 years on the fingers of one hand. I went through a bit of a flat spot when I thought it was becoming way too crowded and far too expensive and debated giving it a miss but I have regained my excitement for the day. Sure, I can no longer leave my seat and wander over to the other show courts to watch a more interesting match, there is no chance of encountering a star having a hit up and watching from the sidelines, it has become a Very Big Event. But I have seen some amazing battles on court, the cream of the sport passionately playing the game I love and I willingly hand over the money, pack my cooler bag with a picnic lunch, remember my sunscreen and hat, park half an hours walk away in the hot sun and settle into my seat with gratitude that I have this opportunity each year.

NINETEEN: It’s all a circus, kid.

•January 19, 2013 • Leave a Comment

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Truly hideous traffic congestion on arrival and, at the end of the night, it took 40 minutes to travel the 50 metres from our car park to the gate. But that did not, in any way, dampen our enjoyment of Cirque du Soliel’s performance of OVO. We’ve seen eight different Cirque programmes over the years and I have not been disappointed ever. Each has wowed me in its own amazing way and I always leave wanting to go straight back in and see it again. Tonight was no exception.

EIGHTEEN: Still eating fish on Friday

•January 18, 2013 • 1 Comment

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The only way Life Partner can indulge his passion for shellfish is to suggest a visit here on a Friday night after work. Because (a) I don’t share that passion and (b) it’s easier to get someone else to do all that work peeling and shucking and (c) I can order a beautifully grilled fish fillet.

SEVENTEEN: Penguin Feet

•January 17, 2013 • 3 Comments

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When I was in the States last year I was determined to buy a pair of funky John Fluevog shoes. I bought two pairs but tried on more than a dozen, thanks to the persuasive salesman. When he brought a navy blue pair of these out for me to try on I almost shook my head – too high, too out there. On my feet, though, it was a whole different matter. They were as comfortable as sneakers. I decided I would save for a pair and buy them on line once I got home. It took a few months to do the first and when I saw them in turquoise while doing the second, it was all over.

SIXTEEN: Puppet Magic

•January 16, 2013 • Leave a Comment

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If you have the opportunity, go see it. That is all.

FIFTEEN: Flat, flatter, flattest

•January 15, 2013 • 1 Comment

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Exactly twelve hours before I took this picture, I took the phone off the charger and it was fully charged. When I went to get my camera out of my bag I was shocked to find the phone had become hot enough to also heat up the front of my bag. And that the battery, which previously lasted between 24 and 36 hours, almost totally flat. Think I need to get some technical advice.

FOURTEEN: Build bridges

•January 14, 2013 • 1 Comment

 

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  1. Bridges have a way of being built exactly when needed, taking all where none could go before. (Tom Bryan)
  2. Mend fences, build bridges, forgive trespasses, grieve losses and let toxic grudges go. Then move on.

I’ve spent the last two nights trying to fix the size of this photo. Now I’m moving on.