Got a new flatmate today. Currently at the barely-know-each-other stage. So you exchange the usual pleasantries etc, but if you really want to know someone these days you Google them :). And this one came with a blog. I’m sure Fred will eventually find this blog entry and may or may not freak out a little (hi Fred).
As the very first question he asked me when he turned up was, “What broadband plan are you on?” I have a feeling we will get along just fine. Except, it seems, where it comes to football. Could be a few fireworks there :).
Might be some notion of truth behind that too, figuratively speaking.
4-0 tonight… immense relief. Churchill’s turned out a sizeable crowd, which was good to see. Looks like the Socceroos they finally pulled their finger out! We have a likely berth playing against Japan in Vietnam. They’ll be out for revenge.
We were standing in line waiting to get in to the misnomered Pancakes on the Rocks at Darling Harbour earlier in the week. One of the waiters had come out to get the group sizes of the people waiting and he arrived at this one guy in front of us.
“Table for how many?”
“… One? … Are you sure??” the waiter said, somewhat shocked.
“Yeah I’m waiting for some friends who I’m meeting up with in an hour, so I’m going to eat first.”
“Oh! So table for how many then.”
“How many friends are coming?”
“No, just me, my friends are not eating.”
“Seriously, just one?” The waiter gave him a long, hard stare, shook his head, and then sighed in resignation. “Oh ok… one…” Then he added in an all-too-loud mutter, “Weird!!”
Although a little flustered by this stage, the guy politely inquired, “is there a problem with that?”
“No, no, no problem at all. We’ll stick you up in one of the back rooms.”
I haven’t seen service like that since the now bankrupted Xerts.