Chocolate.........

........my wish:

swirling around in the whirlpool that is Alan Rickman!

The Big Wet

I had completely forgotten about it. After all it hadn't been a presence here in months. Sure, there were fleeting visits but they were sporadic and half-hearted. Nothing really to get your knickers in a twist. So imagine my surprise when I looked out of the window at work this morning and saw that it was going to be an extended visit?

The rains had started.

As I walked outside after my shift, the dusty parched earth smell had been replaced with the lush smell of the grass and trees. The freshness was intoxicating.

Somehow in the past few months, I'd managed to forget how rain could, at times, be unrelenting and cold as it fell and stung your face. How the drops would collect to form icy trickles down the back of your neck. The way it would encourage my already wayward hair to frizz and kink in all the wrong places.

Driving home, I had to wind down the windows to prevent them from fogging up. The best thing about working nightshifts is that if the weather is bad outside the rhythm of the rain lulls you into sleep inside. The dreakness outside seems to seep into the bedroom and cloak you with darkness. Snuggling up under the duvet feels like absolute bliss!

I haven't slept this well since my days of nightshifts in deepest winter in Aberdeen where you wake and you have no idea of whether it's day or night as the dusk lasts all day.

Two more night shifts to go.....

Lynden David Hall

May 7th 1972- February 14th 2006



Why am I the last to know? And why do I have to discover such information from a three month old Q magazine shipped over from the UK?

Such talent, gone

Cancer. It's a bastard.


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Wallabies Kick Some Irish Arse

Rugby, I'd never thought much of it until last night. Last night I went to see the Australia v Ireland game at Subiaco Oval.

Was flipping brilliant.

The score? Ah, you know, I wouldn't want to get all smug about it but.....




Wooohooo! Am definitely going to become a proper aussie now. They win things. A lot!

Now I have never seen a rugby game before and had no idea of the rules but thanks to some last minute coaching from a rugger bugger mate in Sydney, I at least knew the essentials of the game and which team member to scream and swoon over.



Swoon No. One. The big fijian guy...Lote Tuqiri. Mmmm


Swoon No. Two. Captain George Gregan.


So the game started off by cuddling a lot and then Ireland were very kind to keep the ball up my end of the game so I could see what was happening (the Aus goal end). I jumped up and screamed loudly when I thought some bloke had got one of them try thingys but apparently he was offside. Filthy bugger!

More cuddling ensued and then Aus scored the first try at about 25 minutes into the game. There was much dancing and cheering from the crowd and then australia seemed to really warm up for there was more skidding along the grass, more shirt pulling and more neck grappling.

When Dave went to get beers there was a real live fistycuffs on the pitch. First of all it involved the really short aussie and the really short irish guy. Irish tried to punch aussie then aussie got a swing in and then some other irish guy got strangled (the irish with the big blue earphones on....does he have sticky out ears or something?) and the the bouncers (refs) stepped in and there were many mean looks from the players on both sides.

In the second half Irish caught up for a while and for a short time were actually winning. Luckily Aus came back to kick their arses and scored many more tries and conversions although all up the other end of the field cos they had swopped sides (bah...many photo ops missed!)

I had a fantastic time and hadn't realised how great live sport is to watch. The telly always deadens the excitement for me. And to be honest, how can you possibly take part in a full blown mexican tsunami at home on your sofa?

The Randomness Met When Drinking

I have to say that it all started with these boys (the three from the left....the tshirted one never made into my gang!).


Hazel and I had spent a delightful day, swigging wine at V99 sniggering at Sporty Spice replacing the immortal lyrics of the Sex pistols' with 'I am an anarchist, I am a sporty spice'!


She just didn't understand why that was pure comedy.


So these guys turn up at the place where we were staying, still luminous from the green and pink spray, asking for a cup of tea.


Naturally we invited them in!


The friendship was cemented by..




this...




this...





and this!

(my bra by the way!)


And so began the Great Snapshot of Randomness When Drinking, Routine....





And so came Majorica. Many men in frocks were met. Only one tried to show us that he was a true lad-eee as he had 'no willy...honest'!





And sometimes you stumble upon a real live six pack, albeit one adorned by someone who may or may not be far too fond of eye makeup!


These guys were working in a 'kebaberie' somewhere in London. This was their seductive Iron Man pose.

No six packers need apply!




Jesus?




No, this is Jesus?


Freo..... the BEST place to live!


The old guys that got thrown out of a pub for buying me alcohol when I was already 'showing signs of intoxication'!

The white bearded guy was doing his best Steps dance routine for me!





Gay night at the mustang bar...


The only clue to the previous drunken debauched night is to consult thy camera!

Weekend Woes

Dave's Weekend...



Going bush....



Drinking beers....



And chasing kangaroos.



Natalies Weeekend...




Drips....



Bedpans....



And arses!

Nurse, I'm Having Palpitations....

Have had to make a mad dash to the shops for a job lot of white vests.

Unbeknownst to me, for the last eleven months whenever I have bent over to take a patients bloods or blood pressure, they have been able to see ALL the way down my uniform top...to my sparkly belly button ring!

No wonder so many of my elderly male patients have been complaining of chest pain when I'm on duty!