It ocurred to me tonight how lame it is that “lock it in Eddie” has some how become an acceptable way of saying, “yes, that sounds wonderful”.
I’m sure I’ve said it myself a few times. Never again. Ever.
So anyway, whilst riding home from work tonight a car pulls up next to me at the traffic lights. The driver is yelling out my name but I don’t recognise him. He removes his sunglasses; I squint a lot; then I realise it’s a guy that I used to race with. I haven’t seen him in nearly 10 years. He only spotted me because he recognised my bike. Buggered if I can remember what bike he was riding 10 years ago, I didn’t say that though. :)
I picked up my camera and rode to the somewhat new Spencer Street Station to take some photos. I struck up a conversation with and old man who’d missed his train to Sydney. He gave me some girl advice then told me an incredibly sad story about his travels through Russia. All my photos turned out crap.
I made my way back home along Collins Street. I was travelling at a reasonable speed when the door of a black Mercedes (I think, perhaps a BMW, I can’t remember) opens in front of me. I am unable to swerve because there’s a taxi on my right, so I swiftly skid to a halt, stopping about a metre short of the driver. It’s fucking Eddie Maguire. I tried to think of a good insult but became distracted by the lush interior of his car. He cops my look-of-death and I continue on my merry way.
Next desitnation: Victoria Street. I don’t know why but I opted not to go to the same place I’ve been eating for the last 2 years. To cut a long story short, I’ve just found the best Wonton Noodle Soup joint in Melbourne, only few weeks before I’m set to move out of the neighbourhood.
Which brings us to now. I swear there was a small animal dying in my bedroom. Every few minutes I could hear this high pitched kind of moaning sound. Like a tiny kitten was gasping for it’s last breath of air or something. I spent at least half hour rummaging through everything until I realised it’s the fucking Instant Message client I just installed on my computer, trying to tell me that Karl is sending me messages.
Idiot!
Ahh… yeah it would have been a Lexus actually. ;)
This reminds me of an old chestnut… “Go The Bailey”.
[...] Tonight’s game was the 3rd largest crowd for an AFL match at Telstra Stadium (61, 373). I’ve been fortunate enough to be at the 1st and 2nd largest games, but this one was special because 99.9% of the crowd were Swans fans so it was a spectacular visual and aural experience. Had an interesting encounter with Eddie McGuire, AFL CEO Andrew Demetriou, and newsreader Ron Wilson on the way out when I found myself in an awkward corporate sandwich. Don’t bone me Eddie. Lock it in Eddie. [...]