Kalgoorlie Cops

There seem to be two types of TV program at the moment: reality cop shows or reality fat people shows.

I've grown sick of the second category. When you've seen one fat person doco you've seen them all. I also thought I'd had enough of the first category until two weeks ago, when Kalgoorlie Cops hit the screens.

Kalgoorlie is a mining town in the Australian desert and the home of the superpit, the worlds largest goldmine. Aussie men fly in for a weeks shiftwork and then fly out again. When they are not driving heavy machinery they are drinking heavily and causing chaos in the town centre.

Incidents covered so far include the lady who bashed in the heads of four men in a crowded pub with her shoes. There were no witnesses; everyone was too drunk to give evidence.

I feel for the officers charged with keeping the peace in this city. But they all seem to love it. They get plenty of action, apparently.

Airbourne

At the weekend we caught the bus to Lincoln for the opening of the new Lincoln Events Centre. Toby loves the bus. He is excited to see one and he was delighted to get on one. He sat at the back, in the centre, looking pleased and cackling to himself.

That's where things started to go wrong though. Some idiot in a blue Honda pulled out in front of the bus and the driver did an emergency stop, skidding to an abrupt halt. Poor Toby was flung into the air, out of his seat and landed face first on the floor. He has mat marks on his cheek and a black eye. He was quite distraught really, unsurprisingly, and we hope Leopard Urban Cat buses haven't spoiled his appreciation of buses. He seems fine now.

A Choice of Sauces

I was round a friends house the other week. It was an older place and quite large. One thing I did like is that it had a huge walk in pantry, the size of a small room. It was a cupboard large enough for all the pots and pans and packets of stuff. He had so much space that he had room for the full range of masterfoods mustard. American, French, Dijon, Dijon with Mayonaise, and more. And a choice of tomato sauces. That's what a want in my next house: enough space for a choice of sauces.

Speaking of Sauce, we have all become obsessed with Newmans Ceasar Salad dressing. It is quite cheesy and you can put it on almost anything. It comes out with a rush as well so we are going through a bottle a week at least.

Toby the ice-cream Eater

Like any small child given the chance, Toby loves ice cream. Cream! Cream! he shouts when he suspects that ice cream is a possibility. Here he is in action:

The Amazing Pirate Island Minigolf

Christchurch takes minigolf seriously. There are at least four amazing minigolf courses and today we went to Pirate Island, where the course is set around a galleon and an artificial waterfall. It looks amazing. And there is a cave which talks to you when you go inside. Lily had a great time, and so did Toby, who likes to run up to the hole and put the ball in.

As for me and Jo, minigolf is the only game which we get competative at, probably because Jo usually wins. We were neck and neck for the first half but then Jo went to pieces a bit, not helped by Lily following her around saying "Mummy's gone to pieces!". Jo claims she was distracted by having to talk like a pirate to amuse Lily, but I think you can't argue with the facts, in this case the scores on the doors (48 shots to 49 to me, for those who are interested!).

Here is a video of Lily.

Value deal or no value deal?

In Rolleston New World supermarket today, you could buy a three pack of Up and Go chocolate milkshake for $4.75. Or you could get a value deal on a six pack, for $9.49. That's a saving of 1c, (half a pee) , or just over 0.1%.

I'm not sure that really represents a significant increase in value, worthy of being called a value deal.