Welcome back! This has been the longest I've ever gone without posting. But fear not, you can all stop thinking for yourselves now, because I'm here.
As I (try to) do (nearly) every year, I got along to the Art Gallery of NSW to see the Archibald Prize finalists. The pictures of Justice Michael Kirby and Garry McDonald were particular favourites, though I notice that due to a certain ubitiquos item of electronic equipment in Michael Zavros' self-portrait, product placement has now made it into the Archibalds!
The art gallery experience was rather ruined however, by the hoardes of screaming primary school kids on excursions. Now, I'm all for exposing children to culture, but put an average eight year old inside an art gallery and what happens? They don't care. And we all know what kids that age are like when they are bored. Bottom line is, I had to leave after an hour because the headache I was getting was so bad. I'm sorry, I just don't think school groups should be allowed in the art gallery until the kids are old enough to appreciate what they're seeing. Fifteen year olds taking elective art, well that's great. But eight year olds should be at the zoo. (And yes, I mean that statement in all the ways which it could be taken).
It's funny how people often behave in ways which you don't expect them to. I believe I've posted here before about how rude and incompentent CityRail guards are (if not, well that is certainly their reputation). But last week at Central Station, a guard who saw me running down the concourse for the about-to-depart Newcastle train opened the electronic gates so I didn't have to lose time looking for my ticket, then (if you can believe it) radioed the train to make sure it didn't leave without me (it didn't). If that man is reading this now, I hope you win the Lotto soon.
Back home, all this time at home had led to a co-dependency problem. No, not the romantic kind, but a feline one. As I'm sure I've bored you senseless by describing previously, Xander has always followed me around...to an extent. But by the second half of last week, it got so he would never - ever - let himself be more than a foot away from me. I don't know about you, but I found it rather smothering. Hopefully now I'm back at work, he'll go back to "normal" (in his clingy, mummy's boy kind of way).
Well I do have some more amusing anecdotes, but that's enough for now, as I'm feeling a bit rusty and need to ease back into posting. I will warn you though - I've been reading an awful lot of political writing, so half-baked rants to come in the days ahead...