Just a quick one as I need to make coleslaw for the week (yes, we eat luxuriously in this house...) and the lecky people are coming around later to try and work out why the power keeps tripping off.
Yesterday took the nippers to see The Wiggles. If you don't know who they are, you're about to have a lesson in their infectious humour (their words, not mine) as Tourism Australia have decided to ditch the large-breasted, pretty yet foul-mouthed Laura Bingle (Ad slogan: 'Where the fuck are you', or something like that), with these four blokes in the primary colour costumes. The Wiggs currently pull in around $45m a year which I imagine will go up once they are on your TV screens every break between The Bill and whatever else comes on before Coronation Street these days.
The concert was a charity event for Unicef and featured so-called stars, most of whom I'd never heard of and certainly wouldn't want to hear again. It was packed and yet they only made $180,000 for the starving children of the world. I suppose it all adds up though, which presumably is what the concert organisers were thinking too as they pocketed the $185 from our tickets, plus all the rest from the hundreds of other concert goers. Nice work if you can get it.
Then we went to Chinatown for Yum Cha which Five consumed with as much glee as Pavarotti after a fast, while Two played with his chopsticks on the metal table and sang, The Wiggles' Whoop De Doo at the top of his voice, much to the concern of the Chinese for whom whoop de doo means earthquake aftershock, I believe, in Mandarin.
Then we decided to go on the Monorail. They've got an investigation going on at the moment into corruption at Sydney Rail. Apparently most of the people siphoning off millions of dollars a piece for sending work their mates' way thought there was nothing wrong with doing 'business' this way. The boss of City Rail denies any knowledge of the widespread corruption saying he was more concerned about keeping the trains on the tracks. I think though, most of them have been sold to organised crime bosses so I can't imagine he was that busy. Anyhow, I wasn't too surprised when the woman in the ticket booth said, "$9.40 love, and don't worry about a ticket," she winked like someone in a French farce and added, "there'll be no-one at the other end."
"But we're doing the circuit and coming back here," I said.
"Like I said," she winked.
I just hope she is investing my money wisely.

Meanwhile, I'm whacking on with the crime novel which needs to be finished pretty quickly so I can get it into the competition which pays almost $200K as a first prize. Will I make it? In the words of Laura Bingle, I bloody well hope so. Now, there's another chapter of GONE up. If you're interested just follow the link from an earlier post.