Sunshowers are wonderful.

Five Things  I’ve Recently Remembered That I Had Forgotten About

1. My friend Tom falling out  of a tree and breaking his foot while he was drunk. He brought the offending branch back to my flat, where it remained for the whole of 2004. (Instead of going to the hospital, he sat on the bench in the kitchen drinking more alcohol while wearing my Richmond slippers)

2. When I was maybe ten my brother, the kid across the street and I crumbled up about a million silver birch seed pods into a bucket, the ones that look like this:

I’m not sure what shenanigans were intended with the bucket of seeds, but I’m pretty sure it sat there for about six months before Mum gave up and tipped it out.

3.  Hiding from one of our friends girlfriends that we didn’t like. I was about 20.

4. At the time of the first Gulf War, someone invented a very peculiar game where you lept off a cement block on the beach, and depending on where you landed you had either bombed Iraq, Kuwait, Iran or America. Such was our grasp on international affairs at the age of seven.

5 . The first time I ever saw Richmond play football was in 1997 at York Park. I went with my Dad and my friend Nyssa and it poured with rain all day. (And Richmond lost. I didn’t see Richmond actually win a game until 2001).

I don’t know what has made me so nostalgic this week, but at some point or another each of those memories has popped into my head.

In other news, it is so much more fun catching the train on the weekend. During the week the train is full of people going  to work, and the train is almost completely silent apart from the few people who play their Ipods far too loud. (Including a man in a suit with a soft spot for Beyonce). Today I caught the train into the city to go do some work for the Melbourne Writers Festival and the train was full of over-excited children, who were completely enamoured with the concept of train travel and who alerted everyone in the carriage whenever we passed another train.

I wish I got that excited about trains.

It’s been a good day though. Had breakfast with some of the gang that I used to work with, helped out proofing the program for the Writers Festival, and right now I’m listening to the soundtrack from Life On Mars, in preperation for heading out on the town with my friend Helen. (Incidentally, I’ve updated my happy list after carrying around my umbrella today)

Above all else though, this week is good for two reasons:

1. I’ve left the job of doom, and am slowly getting my sanity back.
2. My brother (who shall henceforth be known as St Lazarus of Lame), gave me the following DVD for my birthday, which was a month ago:

Now as I’m sure you’re overcome with amazement at the above trailer, let me just point out three things:

1. Mega Shark lept out of the water and ate a plane.
2. Mega Shark lept out of the water and ate the Golden Gate Bridge
3. I am on team Mega Shark. Quite frankly, the giant octopus is a wuss.

It is without a doubt the most hilariously bad movie I have ever seen. Huzzah!