Stop wining [yes wining!] and do my tax?

So Mr Kettle is heading off to Melbourne for a long weekend at the Melbourne Comedy Festival. Go Mr Kettle!

Since cloning technology has not (surprisingly, yes?) advanced so far as to enable me to be in both Melbourne living it up and Sydney raising the next generation I find myself trying to decide how best to spend the weekend here in Sydney.

Should I:

1. Buy half a dozen bottles of wine and invite some friends over for a few hours of crapping on and ad libbed performance poetry, or
2. Do my 2010/11 tax?

Please, take your time, it's not an easy question to answer (and, also, it's the question that does actually face me). Your thoughts?

And when you're done with that, can someone please explain to me what the fuck happened with the Greens today?

Once-diligent blogger 'got peckish', forgot to post

Goodness me I've become the world's least-posting blogger.

Luckily there are a few oft-searched words in posts from earlier years so to my delight this site still pops up in the Googles every now and then.

And to my extra delight the most commonly searched terms that lead people here are 'nice boys' and 'good hair,' which I'm cool with (the search phrase that does actually worry me a little is 'how to survive a dust storm'; true story. There really is nothing here that can help you if you've got a dust storm bearing down on you. Please! Leave now! I don't know shit about sand!).

Anyhoo, so here we are in April already. While it may look like I've completely neglected this site for months now it's not entirely true that I have. You see, I've been annoying dear friends and family taking photos of, well, bloody everything, all with the intention of posting them here. I've stopped meals, halted martinis mid-sip, made people pull over, ignored dear companions for whole chunks of evenings while I've set up just the right shot... All for what? For nought, because I've posted none of them here.

Urgh, I really am the world's worst blogger (and possibly friend/daughter/Mahjong partner too).

So, time to re-engage. Here's a little something we can talk about tomorrow. See you then?