Monthly Archive for September, 2009

Don’t talk to me

I am sure there are many husbands around the world who feel spurned, mistreated and like they have been unduly cast into the depths of hell. They are probably all husbands who’s wives are enchanted by the BBC series Pride and Prejudice.

While completing a comprehensive annual household budget and after cooking dinner for my wife I dared to speak of domestic financial issues and was dealt some harsh words – ” DO NOT speak to me while Pride and Prejudice is on the TV.”

Silence. I retreated to the spare room and logged into WordPress to create this blog entry.

She used to be a lovely wife. Cable TV had Lifestyle Channel to keep her sane in the daily grind of work/commuter/home life until her favourite shows stopped being shown so prolifically. Those shows were British real estate shows like Property Ladder.

Now that the British property ladder has lost its rungs and anyone hanging onto that ladder has fallen and impaled themselves on a garden stake holding up some snapdragons, I thought that my evenings would be free to contemplate life with the better half, to discuss our wonderful union or plan for a holiday somewhere peaceful. Alas.

Mr. Darcy has other fucking ideas for my beloved partner.

An age.

It seems like an age since I last wrote anything here.

Nothing’s new really. Still working 70 hours a week, still fixing up my old house, still wishing I wasn’t a Richmond supporter (AFL Football) and sleeping intermittently thanks to a over-affectionate burmese cat.

Nearly 4 years after moving here to Brisbane from Melbourne I am still wishing I didn’t move. Not that there’s anything thing wrong with Brisbane, rather I think it’s the ‘shut-up-shop’ attitude of the place. It’s boring. Try something as simple as getting fish and chips after 830pm on a Friday night (and we live only 4 km from the city). I have never experienced a city that wants to close as early as this city.

Yeah, that’s my rant for the day.

(mutters……no decent fucking fish ‘n chips after 830pm on a Friday night….fucking unbelievable)

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