Journey to the Motherland: December 2009

About Me

Location: Oxford, Oxfordshire, United Kingdom

From Brisbane to Canberra, from Canberra to Oxford... the temperature is on a downhill run. I hope to be a visiting fellow in Mawson Ice Base next. The programme wouldn’t let me use the Interest categories – what a character. Interests: Cricket(I look forward to seeing the Ashes [from England] in November and [in England] in 2008); writing the great Australian play - the antipodean pinnacle... take that Barry Dickins; Music J.S. Bach - 'Mass in B Minor' without a doubt. Certainly the organ works and concertos for harpsichord form fond favourites. I finally managed to convert all of my Bach CDs to MP3s on my external hardrive (rather than lug the 170 disc set around Oxford - I'll get that money to you later Ross... when Hilary Clinton becomes President and I get a mobile phone.) Anyway, anything by Haydn (I think he cops the rough end of the stick - good symphony times.) Books Hornblower and Captain Blood (there's nothing like adventure on the high seas), Certainly anything by Matthew Riley (7 Ancient Wonders... what a rip snorter), Oh and that book by Dan Brown: Digital Fortress... I will keep people posted as to whether I meet brilliant, young, sexy female code breakers.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Resurrection

Well, it is 1:47 a.m. on the 30th of December 2009. I'm up watching Australia finish off Pakistan in the Boxing Day test. There was a choice between watching Simon O'Donnell's "The Cricket Show" where more than one middle order has been destructed in its time, or trying to remember passwords and usernames from the days of yore.

I decided, as part of a pre-New Year's resolution, that there will be more blogging. Not least of all since there will be exciting times on the horizon.

To update: married? Sure. Cricket game bonanza on the Sunday with a top-shelf tea provided by the newest Mrs Trudgian.

Oh, and the wedding the day before.

I'm off to the University of Lethbridge, in Alberta, Canada, come July 2010. I make the move just after the group stages have finished in the World Cup, which should allow a day or two to find a pub suitable for time-zonal distorted viewing.

Good times abound!

The idea is for one entry a week, at the minimum; there is an HMS Bounty of tales to be told: game, heating, bus, weather, and other nouns as well.

There is no need for the tripartite of Tubs, Slats and Warney to discuss their potential poses for a Commentator's "Calendar".