Friday on my mind

Ai yi yi, where to start? Let's try a bloody good story, well told, and see how close we get. The day started with coffee with someone from my work who wanted to get my opinion on how to handle a particular situation in her area. I'm ultra chuffed that someone would come to me for help, but it's always a worry about what sort of advice I give. In this case the situation wasn't life or death and - as is probably the case more often than not - she'd done half the work already, but was looking for some validation. Which, after some faffing about on my part, was provided, after which we commenced solving the world's problems.

No sooner was I back in the office than Mr Unguarded Moment was with me - well perhaps he'd been invited - and we started solving the world's problems all over again. By the time I go to doing some of the 'stuff' I'm allegedly paid to do, I felt like Hercules after the labours.

Which wasn't such a labour, as the day proceeded rather well, with all sorts of decisions being made, stuff being done, opinions being shared and conclusions reached. Easy P.

The eventually quite productive day ended with drinks put on by another area from work. All good, nothing really out of the ordinary until a young bloke was invited to stand up and sing. And he did - some light operetta sort of stuff, he had a trained voice and after a slightly tentative start to ensure he had his pitch, he really let loose. It was quite, quite stunning, moreso because of the incongruity of being in the workplace.

At various times during the day I had all sorts of ideas for stuff to put in to tonight's post. The AFR had a couple of items, including this one that reflects the points I made a couple of days ago in relation to the same article. The Australian Institute for Commercialisation is certainly not a disinterested observer on this issue but their points are valid. The last thing we need is existing oligolopy rents being bolstered even further.

Finally, the uncomplimentary thought occurred when I was out for my lunchtime walk that any Aussies who still believe in the innate goodness of government must be just irredeemably hopeful, while those who still trust the Howard Administration to represent their best interests are just hopelessly deluded.

And as it's Friday, here is our second, poor deceased pussy.

Having lost Baxter, we were paranoid about losing Angus and kept him inside. But he noticed that our old moggy, Kim, was allowed out and he wasn't, so he started playing up. Then we were getting some repairs done to the house which meant leaving doors open, so we started to let him out to get used to outdoors. But a speeding car got him - he'd just turned one. Vale Angus.