Wobblies

I remember writing a few years ago that losing the rugby quarter final in France during the World Cup was a terrible moment. I think I might have even gone so far as to say that it was the death of Australian Rugby at the time.

I think we were all amazed at the Reds victory. I thought it was excellent. I also thought that rugby was back to where it had to be here. But then, we had the Samoa test

The Wallabies on the weekend though were terrible. They were B-Grade. But you know what, I actually quite enjoyed the game. Why? Well mainly because the Samoans played such an enjoyable style of rugby to watch – hard, physical, yet flamboyant – all the things you enjoy about rugby. They played Islander rugby at its best, and just dominated. The Wallabies looked scared to go into contact; I think that didn’t have anything in attack (back line was terrible), but I guess having supported the Brumbies all year made it seem normal.

So there you go – the Wallabies did die a few years ago, so this game was not as bad as I thought.

Half Full

Everybody hurts, sometimes. I also think that everyone feels stupid, sometimes. I know that I do.

At times like that, it's important to remember that it's not that bad, there are people like this out there:
http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/sydney-carjacker-leaves-licence-details-20110706-1h18c.html

Whilst this is a lovely realisation, it's also a little scary - people like this are on our roads! If you're that stupid, should you still be alive? Really?

CHOP!

You know something I wrestle with – expensive haircuts. I’ve thought for a long time that they’re decadent, champagne on a beer diet sort of thing. This was mainly based on a fairly smug understanding too that my belief in my good looks (or perceived good looks) would be enough to carry off a bad haircut, so there was no need to pay excessive amounts for the chop.

That was until last week. Two things happened. Firstly, I realised that I am not as good looking as I thought I was (let’s call it heightened understanding). Secondly, I had a screamer of a haircut. Perhaps the second contributed to the first point, but really, it took a close shave (literally) to realise that you need to pay for services when you want quality outcomes. Like a decent haircut. This was not decent, in fact I’d go so far to say that if I looked at the Geneva convention there would be something against haircuts like this in there.

So I’ve settled it – whilst expensive haircuts are a little indulgent, they’re entirely necessary.