Australian conman

Last night I had a rather odd dream that I was going to tell my sister about it but seeing as she reads my blog I figure I'll be lazy and she can just read it off here with the rest of the world.

The dream was of a group of people - me, my friend Todger, my sister and her son. We were travelling in Hokkaido (northern island of Japan, where I have been before) and going from one hot springs to another in a bid to cure Todger's cancer. The strange thing was Oliver (my nephew, who is about seven months old) travelled in my pocket because he was the size of "monks" this little white monkey I use to take with me everywhere. Think Monchichi but a white one. Oliver was also wrapped in my security blanket (it was a towel hankie of sorts), and folded into a pocket like how I use to fold "monks" in. We went from one hot spring to another and Todger didn't seem to get any better. At every stop we would have a discussion about what to do next. I don't remember what happened after that but that's the gist of it.

I will lay off the coca tea because the dream is probably an after effect from consuming it at sea level. The host of the NYE's party I went to surprised me by serving me with a cup of coca tea when it came to serving tea and coffee. He had smuggled a few tea bags back from our trip to Peru. I say smuggled because the tea is illegal in Australia, considering it's the same leaves that cocaine is derived from. When I was in Peru I was drinking this stuff like there was no tomorrow because it helped me with altitude sickness and prevented the dreaded 'runs'. And no, one tea bag didn't get me high but it's a different story when you're in high altitude. Can't wait to go back to South America.

Australian conman
I was watching the ABC news and headlining the news was Peter Foster. They showed a clip of him with the the label "Australian conman". I wonder if that's what he puts in his disembarkation card where it asks for occupation? He is trying to create a diversion to clear his own name by exposing some kind of voting rig. I mean really, you're a conman! Who is going to believe you. He has got my vote for the 2007 Darwin Awards. It's too bad I can't show you footage of him getting arrested with bandage on his head wearing nothing but his jocks and loaded on the back of a ute unconscious after trying to escape police by jumping off a bridge. Arha! YouTube comes through with the goods. SBS warning: The footage could be offensive to some viewers.



Brief cricket interlude
I switched on the cricket coverage this afternoon and I heard this voice. Hang on just a moment. There's something not right here. He's not a regular Channel 9 commentator. I know that mumbly voice.
"So what do you think about the future of Australian cricket John?" Mark Tubby Taylor asks his guest.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! It can't be. You've got to be joking!! Grrrrrr! The PM. How the hell did he get into the commentary box? Isn't he suppose to be running the country? If he's thinking about a career doing cricket commentary when he loses this year's election I can assure you, there will be muting.