I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane

I’ll be back in Melbourne early in January next year.

Tomorrow afternoon, I’m off to Brisbane, to spend Christmas with some accomodating rellies, so there may well be a hiatus.

Have yourselves a merry little Christmas, saturnalia, Yule or bah-humbug, according to personal preference. And that about covers it, I think.

Oh Bugger, I Missed the Grogblogging!

And I’m doubly buggered, because I’m stuck for an explanation. How about a good excuse then? Nope, don’t have one of those either. OK, how about a quick, after the event rationalisation? Well, at least I didn’t make an arse of myself by getting into a long drunken rant about Irish rebel songs being nothing more than bigotry set to music. Ask FX Holden. He knows I can get quite – well, bigoted – once I get onto the subject of Irish music.

And if I hadn’t started in on the Irish rebel music, or the current colour of the family jewels, I’d have done a lot of skiting about how I’ve been offered a place in that Master of Arts course I want to do next year. Bloody boring prospect for everyone but me, that.