Did you know that the brain is about
70% fat? My fat-ass head is literally fat!
All that fat will come in handy next week when we begin our annual Japan pilgrimage. On the to do list so far are:
- Hunt down and purchase Anpanman paraphernalia
- Go to the largest aquarium tank in the world and take photo of the gigantic whale shark
- See snow monkeys and giggle while they scrub themselves down. Wonder if they pee in the shower?
- Get Dougie to strategically position himself to make more photo magic

Time for a quick stock take of the last half of 2008, using the letters of the only acronym that matters at the moment -
G,
F and
C. Sorry Colonel Sanders. Close but no chicken.
G for GolfGolf at
Barnbougle Dunes. Beautiful and memorable course, made even more memorable by chance meeting with Ian Healy and his mates who happened to be also playing on the same day. They invited us as guests to their dinner party and the night panned out to be most enjoyable. Nice way to forget about my front 9 performance: measly 4 points and 10 errant balls no thanks to the dreaded BUTTON grass. You will see YDG surveying a par 3 in the photo below - hmmm where to place the ball when there are bunkers all around, an undulating green, and a death trap in the middle.

More golf played during xmas/new year break at Gold Coast. An unsurprising correlation between no. of games played and increasing crappiness of golf game. I guess we can't all have a natural swing arc like S (ux) - and I am not referring to Serena Van Der Woodsen.
F for FootballState Cup 2008 came and went. Best result yet for the team. We actually played on Sunday, and Sunday is traditionally a rest/go home day for us. Although we didn't find out that we were playing on Sunday until
after we ordered the 2 buckets of KFC and Dominos Pizza. Wasn't a smart move.
C for Christmas and the Coast Christmas came and went, then straight to the Gold Coast on Boxing Day. Came to the obvious realisation that I'm too old for theme parks. We went to Dreamworld, aptly named for the state that you are lulled into when queuing up in those never-ending lines. My farewell to 2008 and welcome to 2009 consisted of:
- tripping over stairs and grazing my knee of really dirty/manky carpet
- losing my beloved blackberry on new year's eve/new year's day on Broadbeach.
Off to a good start ...
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