why wy?

was meeting eddie mcguire, the ex-host of australia's who wants to be a millionaire at work today. By meeting, I mean we stood in the same 1m by 1m space but no actual verbal contact. He's better looking in real life - less plasticky and less shiny - must be the stage make up.

Eddie wasn't the centre of attraction, it was Lou, who everyone seemed to know and wanted autographs. Lou is a stout elderly tottering gent who used to be the team captain in the 50s, led the football club to national victories. It was bizarre for me because I had absolutely no clue who he was, and why people were fawning. Akin to being an Indiana Jones archeologist going "Crappy bones, who needs bones. Where's the treasure??' Maybe not quite, but I've had a tough week.

I wish I was back home, for family reasons, and also because elections are on. I got such a rush working during the elections, I really enjoyed it, the debates, the deadlines, although I'm sure my journo friends are rolling their eyes at me now.

I realise that watching House is not enough for me to pass my pathology test. Hence knuckling down and soon to commence blog silence.

Sent joe off at the airport today, a wee teary as usual, but it stopped as soon as byran adam's karaoke tear jerker came on the radio, All I do... I do it for yooouuu. I'm too cool to cry to that song.

Following my less than stellar football debut, here are a bunch of guys who are worse. Meet Nerds FC, which is a bunch of nerds - gamers, geeks, maths whizzes - forming a team that is meant to play a real soccer team after three months. It is charlie chaplin uncoordination up on display, missing the ball by a mile, crashing into each other, crashing into the goal post etc. Damn hilarious.

Me and the girls (and joe) went rowing on the yarra yesterday. There was friendly competition, hysterical giggling (not joe), some oar blustering and - singing.

A snatch:
Row row row your boat gently down the stream
ohmigod we are going to crash

There's a reason why I never played team sports involving a ball and I just remembered why, with fifty cent scrapes on both knees - the last time something like this happened was playing catching in the primary school car park. Got roped in because cat's indoor soccer team was short of players, joe gave me an hour's worth of one-on-one coaching in the morning, unfortunately while I didn't completely suck, I wasn't great either. I'm sticking to rock climbing.