infrequent delusions of grandeur
Archive for July, 2007
Trivia
Jul 18th
Trivia night at the DOG! (The Duke of Gloucester, for those in the know.)
So I get myself on a bus to Randwick and settle down in the trivia area with a drink and the paper in front of the roaring fireplace. Yes! They have a fireplace! I was set for table saving duty… untill another table received their order of steaks. Now as if the smell of them wasn’t enough to set my stomach rumbling, these steaks are served still sizzling on hot plates. The sound made me salivate uncontrollably. The time dragged before Nick arrived and I could finally get up and place my order. They didn’t disappoint. Even at $20 these steaks are worth it. Cooked to perfection.
Right. Sorry to rabbit on about the food but that was just awesome. I had a vague memory of being to the DOG before but didn’t recall there being lingerie barmaids, which there apparently were in the front bar. I didn’t enter this way because it was packed (which makes sense now) but Pete and Jo did. And to quote Bruce, they “copped an eyefull”. I hope that those girls were being paid well. It is freezing in Sydney at the moment!
On top of this, The Devil Hates Kung-Fu put in a respectable performance snatching a second placing by half a point on 49.5 points, as well as grabbing a free jug of beer for our slogan-matching abilities.
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Misdirection
Jul 10th
A helpful sign for tourists spotted just outside the Anne Frank house in Amsterdam.
My alternate title for this post would have been This-a-gay, That-a-way, but after much consideration, concluded this would be lame if not outright offensive. We did not head in the direction of said monument at any rate. Somehow, I just didn’t think it could live up to my expectations. And for sheer lost-in-translation value, it couldn’t compare with the bus passed in Germany that had the word “Fucker” emblazoned on its side in 10-foot letters. There’s no photo of that however, as I was doing about 155 km/h on the Autobahn in an Opal Astra at the time. Reaching for my camera would have meant certain death.
Other examples of my crappy photography, european style, may be eye-balled here.