Happy New Year Et Cetera

We lasted until, ooh, at least after midnight last night. Blimey, the revelry that can be had when you can't leave the house and are bone-tired.

Aussie TV on New Year's Eve is just as bad as Brit TV is, possibly even worse if you grew up with any sort of fondness for Jools Holland, which I admit I didn't. Definitely worse if the programme you're watching is punctuated by the most blatant product placement and endorsement you can imagine. I think it's just a fact of life on the commercial channels here; but nevertheless it's pretty annoying.

The Sydney fireworks were impressive though, as one bloke up on the hill last night said, they have to raise the bar every year, soon they'll run out of places to go..?

The best they can do here for terror warnings, apart from Bangkok, is a thirty-year old story that Bob Hawke might have been targeted by some Palestinians.

Today we had a lie in until the princely hour of eight o'clock-ish and decided to go up to Bribie Island. Nicole wanted some fish to cook with the leftovers from yesterday's barbie. We made it up there for about 12 o'clock and parked up, as we walked up to the beach the dogs went mental and we saw this thing climb up a tree quite rapidly. We did beachy things for a while then came back. No fish was to be had on the Island; we ended up getting it round the corner from the house.

Anyway... Happy New Year etc!