Why buy the cow when you get the sex for free?

Bowral - Last weekend

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 01:39:00 +0000

TS and i had a weekend away and went to Bowral, for those who are not aware it has more to offer than the Bradman museum - food. We went here once last year and ate well but missed trying out Eschalot (SMH Chef Hat)so we decided to go back once we had a reservation - hence the trip.

We set off on Saturday morning after gym and after a very easy 70 minutes we were in Bowral. As luck would have it we were too early for check in to our accom so we decided to hit the Bong Bong St (main st of Bowral) to see what Bowral had to offer. Thanks to a tip from Delicious magazine we headed to the farmers market, second Saturday of the month, in the public school and was not dissapointed. Whilst not being a big fruit lover it looked and smelt awesome. TS picked up some Raspberry jam, bloody good stuff, which won some award at the Easter Show. Spent the rest of the day walking around and checking out the shops with the highlight being the burger i had for lunch at Gastronome - good place with supposedly good coffee but didnt try.

Dinner was excellent and can honestly say better than other Chef Hat places or Sydney's established top eateries. Service was very friendly and other than waiting awhile for the bill had no complaints.

The menu was good and the wine list strong but for my tastes the entree section was limited - however the pork belly was very popular for those who dig on swine. Thanks to the Masterchef series i embarked on my first Terrine experience with a veal version served with homegrown/made beetroot and sour dough, whilst TS sat it out in favour of dessert. The Terrine was very good and whilst it probably does not do it justice, it tasted like a quality suasage with a bonus of Pistachio flavour hit every mouthful or so - would not shy away from the Terrine again.

Mains is where its at for me and this place did not let me down, duck for myself and lamb for TS. The lamb was perfectly cooked and very tasty with the serve size being solid, however TS represented leaving nothing. My main was SUPERB with probably the best duck i have eaten - this animal must have had a great life because his meat was so tasty. I think he had never known pain or hardship up until the point he was fated to give his breast and leg for my cause and my stomach would like to thank him for his positive attitude. The only negative was that i am trying to get healthy and a large chunk of the tasty and fatty skin had to be left for the plate washing gods - I am sure the Chef was insulted when some idiot left the best part on the plate, if you are reading this know that i did it for the greater good. Both mains were top notch and a glass of the local Rose were the icing on the cake that was main course.
Coffee and Dessert rounded out the meal with TS ordering the chocolate fondant that was tasty but too goey for either of our likings, probably could have done with another minute or 2 in the oven. This place is a must try for anyone who enjoys food and the price is also pretty good considering the quality on offer, and being just over an hour out of Sydney its very easy for an overnighter.

Friday Funny

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Thu, 28 May 2009 23:53:00 +0000

Weiss delivers the goods

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Tue, 12 May 2009 00:13:00 +0000

Melbourne Zoo had acquired a female of a very rare species of gorilla. Within a few weeks, the gorilla became very cantankerous and difficult to handle. Upon examination, the Zoo veterinarian determined the problem. The gorilla was on heat. To make matters worse, there were no male gorillas of the species available.

While reflecting on their problem, the Zoo management noticed Rick, a big Kiwi lad and former All Black, responsible for fixing the Zoo's machinery. Rick, like most Kiwis, seemed to be possessed with ample ability to satisfy a female of any species. So the Zoo administrators thought they might have a solution. Rick was approached with a proposition. Would he be willing to have sex with the gorilla for $500? Rick showed some interest, but said he would have to think the matter over carefully.

The following day, Rick announced that he would accept their offer, but only under three conditions:

"Fust", he said, "I don't want to have to kuss 'er."

"Sicondly, you must niver niver tull anyone about thuss." The Zoo administration quickly agreed to these conditions, so they asked what his third condition was.

"Wull," said Rick, "you gotta give me another week to come up with the $500."

Funny Stuff

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Thu, 07 May 2009 00:24:00 +0000

Stumble delivered the goods this morning - 86 Rules of Boozing

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 01:26:00 +0000

1. If you owe someone money, always pay them back in a bar. Preferably during happy hour.

2. Always toast before doing a shot.

3. Whoever buys the shot gets the first chance to offer a toast.

4. Change your toast at least once a month.

5. Buying someone a drink is five times better than a handshake.

6. Buying a strange woman a drink is still cool. Buying all her drinks is dumb.

7. Never borrow more than one cigarette from the same person in one night.

8. When the bartender is slammed, resist the powerful urge to order a slightly-dirty, very-dry, in-and-out, super-chilled half-and-half martini with a lemon twist. Limit orders to beer, straight shots and two-part cocktails.

9. Get the bartender's attention with eye contact and a smile.

10. Do not make eye contact with the bartender if you do not want a drink.

11. Unacceptable things to say after doing a shot: Great, now I’m going to get drunk. I hate shots. It’s coming back up.

12. Never, ever tell a bartender he made your drink too strong.

13. If he makes it too weak, order a double next time. He'll get the message.

14. If you offer to buy a woman a drink and she refuses, she does not like you.

15. If you offer to buy a woman a drink and she accepts, she still might not like you.

16. If she buys you a drink, she likes you.

17. If someone offers to buy you a drink, do not upgrade your liquor preference.

18. Always have a corkscrew in your house.

19. If you don't have a corkscrew, push the cork down into the bottle with a pen.

20. Drink one girly drink in public and you will forever be known as the guy who drinks girly drinks.

21. Our parents were better drinkers than we are.

22. Never talk to someone in the restroom unless you're doing the same thing—urinating, waiting in line or washing your hands.

23. Girls hang out, apply make-up, and have long talks in the bathroom. Men do not.

24. After your sixth drink, do not look at yourself in the mirror. It will shake your confidence.

25. It is only permissible to shout 'woo-hoo!' if you are doing a shot with four or more people.

26. If there is a d.j., you can request a song only once per night. If he doesn't play it within half an hour, do not approach him again. If he does play it, do not approach him again.

27. Learn how to make a rose out of a bar napkin. You'll be surprised how well it works.

28. If you can't afford to tip, you can't afford to drink in a bar. Go to the liquor store.

29. If you owe someone twenty dollars or less, you may pay them back in beer.

30. Never complain about the quality or brand of a free drink.

31. If you have been roommates with someone more than six months, you may drink all their beer, even if it's hidden, as long as you leave them one.

32. You can have a shot of their hard liquor only if the cap has been cracked and the bottle goes for less than $25.

33. The only thing that tastes better than free liquor is stolen liquor.

34. If you bring Old Milwaukee to a party, you must drink at least two cans before you start drinking the imported beer in the fridge.

35. Learn to appreciate hangovers. If it was all good times every jackass would be doing it.

36. If you ever feel depressed, get out a bartender’s guide and browse through all the drinks you’ve never tried.

37. Try one new drink each week.

38. If you are the bar's sole customer, you are obliged to make small talk with the bartender until he stops acknowledging you. Then you're off the hook. The same goes for him.

39. Never tip with coins that have touched you. If your change is $1.50, you can tell the barmaid to keep the change, but once she has handed it to you, you cannot give it back. To a bartender or cocktail waitress, small change has no value.

40. If you have ever told a bartender, “Hey, it all spends the same,” then you are a cheap ass.

41. Anyone on stage or behind a bar is fifty percent better looking.

42. You can tell how hard a drinker someone is by how close they keep their drink to their mouth.

43. A bar is a college, not a nursery. If you spill a beer, clean it up. If you break a glass, wait for a staff member to clean it up, then blame it on someone else.

44. Being drunk is feeling sophisticated without being able to say it.

45. It's okay to drink alone.

46. After three drinks, you will forget a woman's name two seconds after she tells you. The rest of the night you will call her “baby” or “darling”.

47. Nothing screams 'nancy boy' louder than swirling an oversized brandy snifter.

48. Men don't drink from straws. Unless you're doing a Mind or Face Eraser.

49. If you do a shot, finish it. If you don't plan to finish it, don't accept it.

50. Never brood in a dance bar. Never dance in a dive bar.

51. Never play more than three songs by the same artist in a row.

52. Your songs will come on as you're leaving the bar.

53. Never yell out jukebox selections to someone you don't know.

54. Never lie in a bar. You may, however, grossly exaggerate and lean.

55. If you think you might be slurring a little, then you are slurring a lot. If you think you are slurring a lot, then you are not speaking English.

56. Screaming, “Someone buy me a drink!” has never worked.

57. For every drink, there is a five percent better chance you will get in a fight. There is also a three percent better chance you will lose the fight.

58. Fighting an extremely drunk person when you are sober is hilarious.

59. If you are broke and a friend is “sporting you”, you must laugh at all his jokes and play wingman when he makes his move.

60. If you are broke and a friend is “making sport of you”, you may steal any drink he leaves unattended.

61. Never rest your head on a table or bar top. It is the equivalent of voluntarily putting your head on a chopping block.

62. If you are trading rounds with a friend and he asks if you're ready for another, always say yes. Once you fall out of sync you will end up buying more drinks than him.

63. If you're going to hit on a member of the bar staff, make sure you tip well before and after, regardless of her response.

64. The people with the most money are rarely the best tippers.

65. Before you die, single-handedly make one decent martini.

66. Asking a bartender what beers are on tap when the handles are right in front of you is the equivalent of saying, “I'm an idiot.”

67. Never ask a bartender “what's good tonight?” They do not fly in the scotch fresh from the coast every morning.

68. If there is a line for drinks, get your goddamn drink and step the hell away from the bar.

69. If there is ever any confusion, the fuller beer is yours.

70. The patrons at your local bar are your extended family, your fathers and mothers, your brothers and sisters. Except you get to sleep with these sisters. And if you're really drunk, the mothers.

71. It's acceptable, traditional in fact, to disappear during a night of hard drinking. You will appear mysterious and your friends will understand. If they even notice.

72. Never argue your tab at the end of the night. Remember, you're hammered and they’re sober. It's akin to a precocious five-year-old arguing the super-string theory with a physicist. 99.9% of the time you're wrong and either way you're going to come off as a jackass.

73. If you bring booze to a party, you must drink it or leave it.

74. If you hesitate more than three seconds after the bartender looks at you, you do not deserve a drink.

75. Beer makes you mellow, champagne makes you silly, wine makes you dramatic, tequila makes you felonious.

76. The greatest thing a drunkard can do is buy a round of drinks for a packed bar.

77. Never preface a conversation with a bartender with “I know this is going to be a hassle, but . . .”

78. When you’re in a bar and drunk, your boss is just another guy begging for a fat lip. Unless he’s buying.

79. If you are 86’d, do not return for at least three months. To come back sooner makes it appear no other bar wants you.

80. Anyone with three or more drinks in his hands has the right of way.

81. If you’re going to drink on the job, drink vodka. It’s the no-tell liquor.

82. There’s nothing wrong with drinking before noon. Especially if you’re supposed to be at work.

83. The bar clock moves twice as fast from midnight to last call.

84. A flask engraved with a personal message is one of the best gifts you can ever give. And make sure there’s something in it.

85. On the intimacy scale, sharing a quiet drink is between a handshake and a kiss.

86. You will forget every one of these rules by your fifth drink.

--Frank Kelly Rich

http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/01-02/01_02_booze_rules.htm

CRAIGSLIST BRINGS THE GOLD...AGAIN

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 22:41:00 +0000

For all those who did not think the net was for anything useful read below

random funny stuff

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 22:13:00 +0000

Got to work far too early this morning, 6:30 thanks to dropping parentals at the airport. Wasted 15 minutes gathering some quality photo's.

Weekend due in T minus 8hrs

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 23:02:00 +0000
Just for shits and giggles:

A woman scanned the guests at a party and spotted an attractive man
standing alone. She approached him.

'Hi.....My name is Carmen', she told him.

'That's a beautiful name,' he replied, 'Is it a family name?'

'No,' she replied. 'I gave it to myself. It reflects the things I like
most -- cars and men.'

'What's your name?' she asked.

He said, 'B. J. Titsenbeer'.

Friday Funny

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 04:46:00 +0000
The captain has supplied the goods - for all those graph readers out there.

Captain provides the gold

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 03:44:00 +0000
Possibly the only reason i would watch Idol is for something as champagne as this to happen.

Whilst i have misheard lyrics before i think this actually takes the cake. And by the looks of things she may have eaten said cake as well.

Have a great weekend

I want a dancing walrus

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 23:16:00 +0000

Cool video and they also have the largest penis bone - this dude must have no trouble getting a date.

LIverpool Football Club

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 00:22:00 +0000

My team is slowly, but surely, turning into a joke.

q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
a: Because he was a reds supporter and he had enough of watching the drivel that they are producing on the field week in week out.

This same chicken is embarrassed by the antics of the board and the new owners. This fowl has gone foul over Rafa's rotation policy and truly believes if Kuyt does not improve his touch then he will break his big chicken foot up the Dutch strikers (and i use the term loosely) skinny ass.

The once mighty reds are now best described as toilet - but the sad part is that i still wake up at stupid o'clock every week to watch.

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Neighbours

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 23:59:00 +0000

Having lived at home for my entire life the concept of neighbours is something that i have never had to think about. Whilst under my parents roof the only time neighbours ever entered my mindspace was when i had to get a cricket/basket/foot/base/golf/tennis or any other ball back form over the fence...boy how things have changed.

Now that TS and i reside in the bra the concept of neighbours is being driven home to us or more specifically pounded home to us. It seems that for the immediate future we have to accept the fact that the other semi is currently inhabited by a nymphomaniac couple who have a preference for a squeeky bed and endurance sports. While i am not opposed to a couple in a committed relationship pounding the bejesus out of each other on a fairly regular basis i do object to the fact that they seem to do it on the only common wall in our houses...repeatedly...and refuse to let me watch.

How do you broach a subject of a neighbours bedroom acrobatics when i have never met them and the current extent of our communication is "G'day" or "is this your tennis ball?" - i can not for the life of me see any segue other than "speaking of balls, how about you give yours a night off once in a while" and i do not like to speak of another mans plums when i dont even now their name (the person, not his plums).

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Damn funny - ball boys rock.

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 01:37:00 +0000
LionsFC need to get this guy as our ball boy - take no prisoners

Birthday Cake

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 23:49:00 +0000

Damn funny...Goatse cake. I really hope this was some kids birthday cake.

Too good not to post

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 00:46:00 +0000
Best american football play ever - you have probably seen it in movies but to actually see it work is spectacular.

Awesome Football Trick Play - Watch more free videos

Weekend fustration

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 04:00:00 +0000
Bad Omens are not to be ignored. Whilst driving to Canberra for the weekend with TS and her fajer it was announced that God would not be signing for SydneyFC, choosing to stay in crappy England rather than exposing his kids to the sun at such an early age and this set the wheels in motion for a bad weekend of sport - the non sports related sides were excellent.

Whilst i have been very critical of the Socceroos efforts at the Asian Cup i was looking forward to the rematch with the Blue Samurais, believing there was enough positives in the last game that we had the goods. Throw in the fact that the Wallabys, with one hand on the bledisloe, were providing the pre-match entertainment and i was super pumped for a Saturday night infront of the box. Unfortunately we all know the results and Australian football was left with an empty display case for another year.

If it wasnt for the MIGHTY RABBITOHS my weekend would have been a disaster.

Another 40hrs done

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 00:38:00 +0000

Another working week is almost over and it could not have come sooner. Work this week has been intense with not particularly ridiculous hours but very full days. Off to Canberra this weekend to meet up with TS sister who is on placement in Young - i think this is a first time where our nations capital has been identified as a better meeting place than the place of origin...and i am still not sure...but the porn and fireworks will keep me busy.

So for all those staying in Sydney have a good weekend and enjoy in the balmy weather of Sydney compared to the Arctic conditions in Canberra. FIRE UP LIONS!!

TimeWastin:

Care of Lewko - Prom Day in the "hood"

Australia V Thailand - Goals - 16july07

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 05:23:00 +0000

Watch HK control on the last goal - that was spectacular at full speed.

a win is a win

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 23:03:00 +0000
Well after much doubt and scorn the Socceroos have managed to move forward to the next stage in the AFC Asian Cup and i am bloody relieved.

Admittedly i am a football tragic from way back and while i have seen the mighty reds (GO LIVERPOOL) claim European glory and many trophies since i first learned to use a tv remote, my national team has basically slipped under the radar for 3 out of 4 years - only ever notice them when it comes time to qualify (or more accurately blow the opportunity) for the world cup.

But that was the old soccer situation in Australia and that has permanently been reformed thanks to a revitalised domestic league, a spectacular performance at the World Cup and, but more importantly, a change to Asia group as opposed to Oceania. As a result of this group shifting we now get to face a much higher quality of opponent and also have access to Asian competitions which finally gives us a realistic chance to win a trophy.

So it was with great expectations that the Socceroos went to Thailand and compete in their first ever Asian Cup. Surprisingly, since we are brand new to Asian football, Australia was the bookies favourites before the competition despite no real recent performances worth praise other than the world cup effort. Given that we have a core group of players who work over in England and Italy big things were expected of the men wearing the green and gold, particularly since the group we were drawn into was as easy as it could get - i had never even heard of Oman until the announcement of our group.

So you can imagine my disappointment and frustration when sitting in front of the big screen on Sunday night a week ago, wrapped in my Socceroos scarf and beanie, we were handed a lesson by a country that has a population smaller than Sydney's. If it was not for a fortunate goal by Tim Cahill (who will be in the history books as the player who scored the first goal for Australia in both the World Cup and Asian Cup) we would have recorded a loss and be virtually assured of a ticket home. The team looked slow, the players tired and lacked commitment and the formation was a dog's breakfast - assuming that a dog would even eat something that looked that shabby, Bagel Hendrix wouldn't. Excuses were made (heat and humidity) and changes were hinted but everyone felt that it was a one off, better to get it out of the road now then at the knockout stage later in the comp, and the next game we will show our true colours.

Come Friday night our true colours were shown with a 3-1 pounding by Iraq. As with the previous game we went behind early and the team looked toilet but there were some improvements in commitment - well at least for the first half. Coming out in the second half we looked hungrier than ever and Viduka put a well placed equaliser into the back of the net and the men from the land down under seemed to have the momentum but some pitiful midfield work and terrible marking squashed that, and led to Iraqs second goal. That was the straw that broke the aussies back and we fell apart completely, highlighted by Lucas Neill's brilliant sequence of taking a quick free kick, with half of the Australians not even aware of it, passing it to the only unmarked iraq player on the field, deflecting the ensuing shot (to the player he was supposed to be marking) for a simple tap in and then getting his marching orders for a second yellow card - well in Vice Captain and the new "therapist". All in all it was a complete disgrace on the park and seemed like a perfectly good way to destroy shabbos. Changes were required and not just on the pitch but in the mindset off the team and coach Graham Arnold, who by all reports is officially keeping the bench warm for his replacement. Liverpool favourite HKewell put it simply with "I can't even put that [how bad the performance was] into words really,"

Last nights performance was something that was good to see as the hunger and determination of players was back but it was by no means enough. While i do not want to rain on everyones parade, the fact is that we only just hung on for the win - the 3 goals coming at the end of the match and after 30 minutes of constant defence. The team have made it through but there are still massive problems that must be addressed -

Defence: Milligan had a man of the match performance that should ensure him a start for the rest of the cup. Beauchamp had a good game but was running out of puff towards the end - but for a first national goal it could not have been sweeter. I would say that these 2 are now in there with Emerton (played well and ran for the full time but still has not shined as brightly as he can) and Niell (who has disappointed completely but better than the rest). Keeping by Schwarz is poor by his standards but hopefully he can snap out of it.

Midfield: The center of the park is woeful. Grella has been poo and losing the ball to easily while Culina is only playing par for the course - Grella needs to sit down. Bresciano is a player who frustrates me, i know he has skill but for the most he does no distribute like he can, but he played better - not sure if he is a 90 minute player though. Carney played very well and should start against Japan but he also seemed to fall off towards the end. Wilkshire is trying hard and giving it all but not at top level yet. HK is excellent but used as an impact player is where he shines. Cahill - heart of our mids and can not understand why he is not on from the start.

Forwards: Playing one up front is STUPID end of story. It enables more in midfield but we have the talent to secure the center of the park with 4 players. Viduka class finisher and hopefully can score more, but he does look old and slow in the very fast paced Asian game. Aloisi is the logical choice for a partner up front but his first touch need to be sharper. Holman is toilet and would not trust him to hit the back of the net if he was playing in those warm up cages at a golf course.

Enough of my rant - lets just enjoy the win and hope its a feeling we get used to in Asia.

Robbie Fowler vs Brann

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 04:16:00 +0000

In the papers today there are rumours that ex-Liverpool striker Robbie Fowler is thinking about signing for Sydney FC.

If it turns out that he does sign for us then i will be one happy camper as he is a goal scoring freak and possibly the best finisher ever.

There is a reason we call him GOD and this is a quick video i found on you tube - nothing but quality.

more funnies

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 02:05:00 +0000
One day, a father and his son were walking in the woods on their way home when suddenly they came upon two dogs mating in the brush.
"What are they doing, Dad?" asked the small child, staring intently at the scene before them.
"They, um, they're making a puppy" said the boy's father, as he grabbed his coat and moved him along quickly.
A few nights later, the little boy woke up and got up from his bed to go to the bathroom. As he walked by his parents' room, he heard strange noises coming from within. He opened the door and was surprised to see his father on top of his mother, moving in a strange way. His father looked up and saw his son - instantly, both mother and father froze. As the boy's mother grabbed for the sheets to cover herself up, the father got up and hustled his son out of the bedroom.
"What were you doing to Mom, Dad?" asked the little boy, who still wasn't sure what he saw.
"Your mother and I were, well, we were, ah, trying to make a baby - you know, maybe a brother or sister for you" said the boy's father, now confident that this would satisfy his son's curiosity.
"Oh" said the little boy, thinking hard for a minute.
"Y'know Dad, when you go back to bed with mom, turn her over, please - I'd rather have a puppy".

Gin Berries

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 08:47:00 +0000
Evening all - hope the week has been good.

Just have a few minutes at the Qantas lounge and thought i would have a quick update with my life. Travelled a fair bit this week with 2 days in Perth and 2 days in Adelaide - both for work.
work travel is alright but it does take it out of you mentally and physically, for this i have found a solution - the ever popular gin and tonic.

The G&T has always been an old faithful that you can rely on when times are dark (actually it for more when times are not "dark" as all the brown liquids are gone by the time G&Ts come around) but i did not know of the healing powers of the mighty Gin Berry. I was absolutely spent when i was at Perth airport on Tuesday night and with the plane delayed by an hour i was at my wits end but thankfully the good people at Qantas Club came to the rescue with this miracle tonic. Perhaps the only thing that can add to the natural healing powers that the gin berry provides is when said berries are free and they are consumed in reasonable quantity.

Funny for the weekend

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 02:38:00 +0000
On hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Susan went straight to her grandparent's house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her.

When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, he had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning." Horrified, Susan told her grandmother that two people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble. "Oh no, my dear," replied granny. "Many years ago, realising our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding, and out on the Dong."

She paused, wiped away a tear and then continued, "and if that damned ice cream truck hadn't come along, he'd still be alive today!"

Never fly Alitalia

noreply@blogger.com (SternJoel) — Tue, 12 Jun 2007 04:41:00 +0000
In the words of Tex Perkins "The Honeymoon is over, baby" but it was super sweet while it lasted.

I do not have the time for a major update today as flat chat with work but wanted to let all know that Alitalia are so pathetic that they could not organise a bonk in a brothel, let alone a line to which one stands to "check-in". Add to that a pair of the most annoying people (unfortunately they were of the faith) i have ever experienced forces me to advise all that if going to Rome STAY THERE or leave the country by any other airline.

Some pics to tide you over: