Passions of a 50 year old man – Number 3

29 05 2009

Apart from playing a Saturday morning round of golf and then coming home to slippers and a nanna rug to listen to the ABC, there is one other passion of mine that I feel would be better suited to a man more advanced in years.

I love to do the Sydney Morning Herald Cryptic Crossword.

The only other people I know who love this are:

  • My Dad (>60 years)
  • My Uncle (>50 years)
  • My late Grandfather

It’s especially good on a Friday when a guy called David Astle puts them together. He has a particularly cryptic mind and his crosswords are renowned as the toughest.

Does anyone else (preferably under 50) share this passion? Or am I 5-across, 9 letters, G-E-R-I-A-T-R-I-C?

You can buy Cameron’s house from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off…

28 05 2009

…if you have a spare US$2.3million.

Someone linked to this on facebook saying, “I wonder if the Ferrari is still lying in the gully.”

Classic movie.

Passions of a 50 year old man – Number 2

28 05 2009

Apart from enjoying the ABC (in which, it seems, I am not alone – YAY!) there are other indicators suggesting my premature ageing.

The second is my love of the game of golf. Now I know that many young men and women enjoy the odd hit of this ancient game, but I have taken it to extreme. I play almost every Saturday morning with my dad and my brother, usually crawling out of bed at around 5:30am. Obsessive? Maybe… but I really do love it!

When I look around the golf course on a Saturday morning, there are many who share my passion. But very few of them are under 40 years old. I have my brother there, but at 30 – he’s no spring chicken!

The young guys who do play regularly, more often than not play regularly because they are quite good. The guys who work in the pro shop, the reps on the club pennant team, all have considerable talent. I on the other hand, am not very good. I play despite my ability, not because of it.

What do you think? Is this Saturday morning ritual of early rises, silly outfits and frustratingly chasing a white ball over 18 well manicured landscapes a mark of a man rapidly losing touch with his youth? Or can I be the exception: a cool, young, obsessed golfer?

Passions of a 50 year old man – Number 1

27 05 2009

I am a wee bit concerned that I might be ageing beyond my years.

I’m 25. Still young right? But I find myself increasingly engaging in activities that, once upon a time, I would have attributed to boring old people.

As my first example, shameful though it is to admit – I am a huge fan of ABC local radio.

Every morning, my alarm is set to wake me up to Adam Spencer (he’s still young and hip right?). And in the car, as long as I am driving, the station is 702 ABC.

Adri’s not a fan. She would rather be listening to something else. But I honestly can’t find a radio station that I consistently prefer. It used to be Nova, but now I find that boring and, more often than not, offensive. Occasionally, I will switch to Triple J, but I just can’t keep up with what the young people are listening to these days.

Perhaps the worst part of it is between 7-8pm weeknights. I LOVE listening to, and playing along with, “Norman” the quiz with Andrew Daddo. The 25 question quiz played by unusual people with not much better to do of a weeknight.

Don’t look at me like that! I know I have issues, but at least I’m man enough to admit them!

Should I be concerned? Am I too far along the road to senior citizenship? Am I alone? Or do others share in my love for the ABC?

Sunday Roast – Lamb!

25 05 2009

I have taken delivery this week of:

  1. 250g threebeansroasters Ethioian Yirgacheffe
  2. 250g threebeansroasters El Salvador ‘Santa Teresa’ Organic RFA
  3. a small sample of the threebeansroasters decaf

I have only just cracked open the Yirg and it was still a bit early methinks ( a few bubbles in the crema). Having said that, it tasted alright. But I have a headcold so everything tastes alright at the moment! I wouldn’t be doing it justice to try and describe it here and now.

So in lieu of coffee talk, let me tell you about my delicious Sunday Roast lamb! Adri worked wonders tonight with a Coles mini leg of lamb, some roast potatoes, green beans and gravy. This was delightfully accompanied by a Victorian Cab Merlot, part of a recent purchase from the Wine Society.

If you’re not a member of the wine society, and you are a responsible adult who enjoys a responsible amount of wine, check them out! There are bargains to be had. When I joined up, they gave me a free bottle of this. I have struggled to spend the value of that one bottle in almost a year!

Feeling Bitter

25 05 2009

My good friend, Turns, and I were talking the other night at the Local Taphouse, and he was able to clear up a misconception for me.

Thanks to that Australian institution, Victoria Bitter, which is a tasty aussie LAGER, I was under the impression that the word ‘bitter’ meant a beer was a lager.

But I was wrong. Very wrong. Man of the world (and not too long ago, the UK) Turns, informed me that “bitter” was a word the brits used to describe ALES.

Why does this make me feel bitter? Well there is world of difference between an ale and a lager. Now don’t get me wrong, there are some fantastic lagers out there (YUM!), but generally speaking I’ll take an ale over a lager any day. When I’ve seen beers labelled bitter, I have been dismissing them as lagers and not necessarily worthy of another look. How wrong I have been! The term Extra Special Bitter, has become just that much more special to me!

Also, I would hate to think there are people out there buying VB thinking it is Australia’s answer to an English ale.

Phew! Glad I could get that off my chest!

Thriday Thought

22 05 2009

I think this is ridiculous.

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