The engagement party

We had Jules and Jumbo's engagement party this past weekend. John is heading off to the soggy island of cucumber sarmies and pots of tea shortly so 'Mi Julie' is coming to live with us for a month or so before she joins him. The excitement is enormous!

Annual hockey diner

It’s taken the better part of a week and a weekend but I can finally say that I have recovered from the year end dinner. You know you have been out of varsity for too long when you replace the phrase “I am never drinking so much again” with “shoo, I just can’t drink the way I used to!!” Is it just me or do hangovers get worse the older you become??

The evening began with some dignified pre-drinks at Moyo in Melrose Arch where we accosted some unsuspecting waitress and requested that she adorn us with the traditional Moyo face paint.

Thereafter we sauntered over to the Wanderers Club, our venue for the evening’s shenanigans. Looking back, I think the downhill slide from sobriety began upon entrance with the free sherries which were being handed out.

The awards for the evening went as follows:
Player of the season (for the second year running) - Julz
Most improved player - Pips
Top goal scorer – Schmeezy
Yellow jersey - Marshy

I’m sure that the reason that I lost my certificate during the course of the evening must be attributed to bad karma … serve me right for fibbing about the number of goals I scored. Dont get me wrong, I was the top goal scorer of the side but 10 goals sounds so much better than 6 now doesn't it :o)

Apart from this, recollections of the evening include champers from Alli to celebrate the engagement of Jules and Jumbo (nice one Al), ordering a bottle of gin and a case of dry lemons and then promptly returning them when we saw that a bottle of gin was R255, the Mens’ 1st team collecting the “Team of the Year award” and, of course, some serious consumption of alcohol.

Recollections which surfaced the following morning included me doing the splits on the dance floor in my “pantoffels”, Megs endorsing some criminal activities, young Hughsy being left to fend for herself in the wee hours of the morn and a seriously dodgy, yet somewhat entertaining, trip home with our chauffeur who clearly has yet to master the art of clutch control.

Enough said – here are the photos:

Quote for the day

Grubby little pigs

With spring slowly easing into summer, Nuggi's new trick is to stand on the top step of the pool and have a wallow. This is all very cute up until the precise moment that she decides to hop out and go frolic with Kanga in the dirt. Grubby little pigs.

And she is back in da game

Hi guys. My apologies for the absence of enthusiastic communication from my side. I am sure you will all get over it – I’ve been busy. Anyway, I recently realised that my last post was over 2 months ago which really ain’t good enough so I shall, during the course of this week, endeavour to update my blog with the latest happenings. Watch this space …

Manic, manic, manic

Just a quick post to let those who care know that I am still alive and kicking. The past 6 weeks have been a bit of a blur, its been financial year end which = auditors which = late nights, chaos and madness!

International Financial Reporting Standards - 4 seemingly insignificant words which have created more mayhem than one could possibly imagine. I really think that the IASB did not have an anthracite coal mine in mind when the pin-striped bean counters sat down to draft these standards. Whilst some of the concepts are questionable, and others fair and well, the practicality of implementing the ruddy things are a nightmare. A nightmare I tell you!

One small consolation is that we have to report to the Australian Stock Exchange at the end of this month so there is a dim light at the end of this tunnel. At least at the end of this experience I shall be an acclaimed IFRS guru!!

Pics of the pooches