I thought I should post a brief Christmas message; if it’s good enough for the Queen it’s good enough for me. May all loyal Troppo readers (and even the disloyal ones) have a happy Christmas and a peaceful New Year. It won’t surprise readers to learn that I don’t expect to be blogging over the next few days.
However, I can feel a blogging renaissance of sorts coming on. Whether you regard that as a promise or a threat is entirely up to you. I’ll be spending 2-3 weeks from next Monday chained to my PC at Charles Darwin University doing a major revision/upgrade of the Law School website and External Degree resources. It’s a long, tedious job, and I’m bound to feel the need to relieve the boredom with an occasional blog post.
Pity the whole country is on holidays during that time, so there’ll probably be bugger all to write about just when I’m feeling a burst of blogging motivation. Timing was never one of my strong points. Fortunately, I already have a few topics in mind. One is yesterday’s Victorian Court of Appeal decision to reject a Deep Vein Thrombosis class action against the airlines, the judgments in which I intend getting my head around while digesting Christmas pudding.
BTW I’m planning another cheap Virgin Blue wet season escape from Darwin for a couple of weeks from around 16 January. I intend borrowing my brother-in-law’s camper van again and doing a circuit from Sydney to Melbourne with a short stopover at Canberra. Any bloggers motivated to meet up for a cleansing ale or three should drop me a line by email. However, I’ll probably have a 15 year old daughter in tow, which means I won’t able to get quite as blind drunk as Scott Wickstein did at the last blog bash. Mind you, he had a pretty good excuse.
Again merry Christmas to all.
How drunk will the 15 year old daughter be allowed to get?
“Again merry Christmas to all.”
Bah! Humbug!
I’m with Dave….take your humbug and…..
Getting as drunk as I got probably isn’t a thing to aspire to. The hangover was pretty foul.
Merry Christmas Ken, and to all the TA team, and looking forward to reading more of your stuff next year.
Can’t think of any Melbourne bloggers who’d be e-mailing you Ken ;) We’re a very stand-offish bunch down here.
Why are my children still awake? Don’t they know I have to assemble a tricycle, eat a carrot, two soggy biscuits and drink a bottle of warm beer before I go to bed?
Being Santa sucks (not really – it’s just the beard’s a bit scratchy in this heat…)
Happy Christmas everyone.
You’d look grouse with a beard wen.
Hey Ken, is your daughter hot? Does she need a website?
It is easy to see which bloggers have not gone through the stage of grinning ghoulishly and gripping the naguahyde furniture while they think of sex and their fair daughters.
If they had, they would know just how ugly said fathers can become. Well beyond any form of civilised control.
And Gummo is lying. He just doesn’t want to wash.
The rest of us are always game for human contact.
Unfortunately I am only on the internet because my body is too swollen to get through the door. But you could assemble outside my St Kilda window. The neighbours,believe me, are used to anything. Even Ken defending his beautiful daughter from some of youse.
(latelatelate… oh, to be away from the Internet…)
“mind you, he had an excuse”
Being from Adelaide is quite a hardship, I know…
Yeah, you all waited four days for that marvellous (and offensive) witticism. I believe I’ll have another drink…
Humph. I will deal with that spotty herbert later…