Finally...

Sorry kiddos, I have been a very bad blogger. I have been otherwise occupied taking All Age 6B club soccer too seriously and getting yellow cards for backchat. Also, running 14kms with 60,000 other people and avoiding bleeding nipple syndrome.

Last Friday I made the train trip down to the Gong to watch Sydney FC lose a shocker of a match to Adelaide, in the Pre-season cup semi-final. Mark Shield, the referee most notable for being the only referee from Oceania at the 2006 World Cup had a BARRY, including letting a player who was off the field for treatment suddenly run onto the field when the ball came near him to tackle the opposition, and sending a Sydney FC player off during the half-time break.

I think that all World Cup refs must have gone to some kind of subversive communist training school pre the World Cup, with a conspiracy plan to slowly frustrate the capitalist world with bad refereeing decisions, thereby sending us all slowly mad. Mwah ha ha!

That, or they are just crap.

Anyways, next planned run is the Pub-to-Pub, a gruelling 13km run starting in the sand at Dee Why and ending in the outdoor bar at Newport. Should be good.

I sent Sis some Naprogesic last week, and the day after I sent it, I saw some kiwis getting done for smuggling pseudoephedrine through customs on Border Security. I had dreams of being dragged into a cell by a bovver booted copper shouting, 'Where's your hayfever now, me old mate?!'

Oh well, it'll be worth it if KT no longer looks like this: