localisation

while i have no doubt that i will be a queenslander for ever and ever and a little bit more, i've noticed in the last few months a few small signs that i may be gradually aclimatising to the whole victorian scene. For example, i can now leave the house (even in july) without running up and down on the spot to generate body heat before hand; i no longer cry when i realise its my turn to take out the garbage (and if i do it's not because i'm frightened of chillblains) and i actually do believe that the worlds 'nice day' and 'freezing cold' can be meaningfully used together in the same sentence. but perhaps the real give away is that i have, on occasion, found myself talking quite nonchalantly about 1 percenters, hard ball gets and osteitis pubis. And sometimes i even care about them!

So let's go the whole hog: carn the cats! (they're a football team you know...)