Australia. Constitutional Monarchy. Who cares? Nobody really, except for around this time every year when we get a public holiday in honour of the Queen's Birthday. Yay! The funny thing is that Liz's birthday is actually in April, but April is already stacked with days off, with Anzac day and Easter and all, so June it is.

So here we are, Monday evening, on the come down from a fairly big long weekend. Saturday started with building fences in the mud at our Aldinga property (it's for sale remember, click here), which was on the whole exhausting work. So exhausting in fact that we just ended up watching a movie on TV Saturday night and going to bed early. The film of choice for the sad bastard evening was that iconic 80's classic, Trading Places. I can remember watching that in my teens and thinking it was absolute champagne comedy, but watching it now, I realise that it wasn't John Landis' finest hour. Certainly not in the same league as American Werewolf in London, Coming to America or Blues Brothers for example. Even though it's no Kentucky Fried Movie, it's not all bad though, I mean Jamie Lee Curtis gets her mighty nice breasts out a couple of times, and no one, not even Samuel L. Jackson, can say mo-fo quite like Eddie Murphy. Furthermore, everything in this world is relative. And relative to the second movie on Saturday night our mates at channel 9 decided to show again for the 15 bazillionth time, Trading Places is Citizen Kane. What movie could be so shit to make this so? Only one - Tango and Cash. Crap of the highest order.

Moving along from the 1980's, on Sunday we had planned to do more work at the house. But the weather really sucked. I mean really, really sucked. Rain, gail force winds, you name it, so we were left with no option than to spend the afternoon at the Sea and Vines festival. A whole lot of fun it was too, down at Richard Hamilton's winery, drinking wine, eating, catching up with friends and dancing to a the very funky Blues Brothers and Sisters of Soul, featuring Karen's work colleague Jack on Bass. We left at about 4:30, grabbed a quick shower and can of red bull each, and then it was out to the pub for my sister Naomi's birthday. A nice dinner as usual from the Maylands, and then we had a few people around to drink at our home bar, which has been newly named the Dog and Slobber.


Karen and Louise with thier party pants on! 

So after a solid 11 hours of drinking yesterday, today has been a recovery day. Karen went to work and I stayed home, and watched a movie that I have been meaning to watch for a couple of years now, Brazil. I need a bit of time to absorb it, maybe even give it a second viewing before I pass comment. Give me a few days and I will post my review.

Oh, one more thing. I am out of our Big Brother Sweep! Fricken Merlin......