As you may know, the Breadknife and I are currently in Sydney. I'm here on the pretence of attending some "meetings" - most of which involve sipping a cold one whilst oggling a blonde luvverly through my 1970's mirror shades. I'm very proud of this ability - as I actually manage to have the meeting at the SAME time as sipping a cold one whilst oggling a blonde luvverly through my mirror shades. Good eh...!
Slightly embarrassing incident at the Sydney Opera House last night. Unfortunately, Sally wasn't particularly impressed with the 'singing' during a moving recital of Madamme Butterfly by the La Scala Opera Company who are touring from Milan. I knew that taking her to the Opera House was a bad idea the moment she insisted on sinking her 4th cocksucking cowboy cocktail at a bar on Circular Quay after already having put away a bottle of wine. "Shite" she shouted from Row 4 , to the gasps of the penguin suited audience. "Can't understand a friggin' word of it" she continued, "might as well all be in Italian for all I know". When Mme Butterfly pointed out that it was all in Italian and that the English translation could be found on a subtitles board above the stage, Sally responsed "thought that was for the bus times home - any chance of a bag of chips?". Security was called and we were ejected into the night. I think we'll stick with a DVD in future...Off to the Sydney Comedy Store tonight - think I'll keep her off the cocksucking cowboys.