Procrastination Opportunist

Here is a slice of my Christmas in Balclutha. The pics took FOREVER to upload and took twice as long as it should have because something went wrong the first time round. But anyway, yep, you heard right, I had Christmas in Balclutha with the fam, Dom, Vanessa and her parents and Susan and her fam. It was a lot of fun, actually. As you can see, Graham went wielding skeleton power, I went as a one of the Village People (I was stitched up - they told me the army top looked really good with the handlebar moustache) and Dom went as... Well, perhaps I should apologise on his behalf and we'll never speak of this again? Good.

Proof of the truth of the previous post. You will notice Dom is facing the wrong way. Strangely enough, this is not a contrivance, but a snapshot of a real game. Go figure.

Ain't it the truth. And I'm not talking about anything wussy like bridge, flower arranging, tag-team crochet or touch rugby. No, I'm talking about a sport Belhaven Rest Home does not have a winning team for. That's right, squash. It has been my aim from day one of... oh gosh, last year, to have a regular exercise routine by playing squash at least twice a week. I just started. Then I just quit. Then I remembered that some day I wouldn't feel this knackered, however far off that may feel. So I began my squash mandate (and yes, the amusing pun has not escaped me, I'll be on these squash man dates with Dom ho ho.)

So... Any girls keen for a squash game?

Further to my post on 'the Spanish Computer', I have thought more on NZ society and gender. Are the only ones who can see my point of view girls from Idaho? (Liz and Anemone - I'm not cheapening the value of your input, I'm merely saying that you are perhaps of the few that understand!) There was an ad in the paper a couple of days ago for inexpensive flights to Melbourne. Of course one of the only things to do in Melbourne is shop, so the catch phrase was: "Take your man shopping in Melbourne - Someone has to carry the bags!"

Immediately you should see what set alarm bells ringing in my head. I asked Clair Elder, a fellow lawyer, what she thought, and she considered it funny. When I asked about the fact that if the comment were turned around it would be deemed sexist, she asked for an example. Without hesitation I replied "Take your girl to a dinner at a fancy restaurant and don't pay - someone has to do the dishes!" OK, perhaps a little extreme, but Clair immediately laughed, then replied "that's not funny" with a stony-faced expression.

Perhaps the only reason it's not funny is that there is no backlash to the sexist jokes in favour of women - which is why no-one terms them sexist, even though they kinda are. There should be no jokes either way if we're wanting full equality - why is there all this over-bargaining by females?

Still, I wouldn't try and start the movement; I'll leave that to someone suicidal.