Well reality sure is a bitch.... going to work, doing Council reports, proper hygiene standards, all of the things that the real world and the man expect of you. I have to say that it makes you appreciate being able to at least have a slight glimpse of the bigger picture out there. But I must admit that seeing a little of the world does also make you realise that Oz, and especially the southern part, ain't that bad after all. I'm sure it will also be much better once (if ever) I pay my credit card off.
Well not may exciting things have happened since my return. I have dabbled a little in the finer arts of composting, mainly experimental endive stuff, and have had a few good surfs, not to mention a few good pies. However as the days finally start to draw longer and the sun warmer, it can mean only one thing....September!! Now a part from all of those stupid people that decide to get married on the last Saturday of September, everyone world wide knows that that very day is inscribed as the holiest of days.......the AFL Grandfinal!!!.
Now all of my 29 years of life have been working towards saying this next sentence....Freo are actually half a chance this year!!! Yes it is true. It what is being called the greatest turn around in form since Darryl Summers began hosting Dancing with the Stars the Fremantle Dockers have galloped from 10th on the ladder to 4th with a record 7 wins in a row. This puts us in the hot seat for the possibility of at least playing more than one game of finals football. Some preliminary contingency plans have been put in place and the relevant authorities warned that if Freo make it through to play a game in Melbourne I'm there, knowing full well of course that the drive home will be the longest 8 hours of my life...for reasons that should be apparent to anyone that knows anything about football and the good old Dockers of old.
Now that the trip has finished I had expected to hang up on my new found blogging friends, turn my back on the world of self-indulgent dribble and finally realise that I wasn't the most important and interesting person in the world. But all of the well wishes and cheers of encore...encore....bravo....here take my first born ....have made me realise that the world would be a sadder place if not for the positively pointless passages of prose that make this blog and the entire content of the World Wide Web (except for the live action Dutch glass coffee table fan site). I know that I may have been heard on several occasions defending my decision to blog by saying that it was only because of the world tour and the ease in which I could keep friends and next of kin updated of my whereabouts and that as soon as I got home I would go cold turkey.
Well folks I have to say that just like my coke habit I have decided to cut down but might still do a little bit on weekends and when people offer it around. But now that the world tour has ended and my life returned to the normal and mundane how do I keep a hold of the audience that I have grown to command??? What tales of the extra-ordinary could I possibly detail that would rival the deep fried catfish story?? Well as always the answer came within that bastion of good old fashioned hardnosed weekly publishing.......The Trading Post. Yes the finest of weekly classifieds, the one paper that causes toilets to be blocked and cubicles to be occupied for hours on end every Thursday morning. A saviour was found within the Bargains Bazaar section, a simply written ad that caught the attention of my asstute friend and passionate trading post advocate, Mr Matt Adams (of Port Willunga fame).
The ad seemed to be beyond belief, an offering that seemed to good to be true....it was indeed a bargain most bazaar!! A 3.75m long fibreglass dingy on a boat trailer for the once only price of $50 AUS. Matt jumped to action and for once was the first on the scene, three hours later after reliving the old guys life who was selling the boat he had secured the deal. only problem was getting it back down south on an unregistered trailer that hadn't moved in at least 5 years. A few days later we returned with a tandem trailer and loaded the boat and trailer all onboard and dragged it back to her new home in my backyard.
Now the fun begins in "Matt and Damian's official boating blog" ....repair,repaint and refloat....hopefully in that order and before summer hits. She needs a bit of work but not as much as I first though when Matt rang up to see if I wanted to go halves in a fifty dollar boat.
Stay tuned for all of the latest exciting updates on the restoration of the little lady, of how I accidently fibreglassed Matt's arse to the side of the shed and whether or not we will meet our maker 20m offshore from the Aldinga Beach boat ramp.
I'll see you all on the high seas!!!
