Thumbs Up

In the local Ballarat paper there is a weekly segment whereby people can award a 'thumbs up' or 'thumbs down' to other locals / businesses / organisations. I'd thought I'd rip that idea off and do my own according to what I reckon on any given day (beware if I'm feeling grumpy!).

Thumbs Up

A MASSIVE thumbs up to the very kind and considerate parking officer whom I met on Saturday morning...

I had driven to town to go to the bank, and upon finding there were no spare parks in Sturt Street on a Saturday morning (who would have thought??), I decided to park in a Loading Zone. Fair enough, I hear you say. I'm a good person, I pay my taxes, I slow down in school zones, I flash my lights when I see a speed camera - surely I should be able to illegally park in a Loading Zone on a busy Saturday morning!? Well it turns out that I can't. I went to the bank, then I saw a couple of shops that looked interesting, then I bumped into a friend I hadn't seen for a while... Anyway, half an hour later I went back to the car loaded up with new purchases and there he was - a middle aged man in a grey uniform writing out a parking ticket.
'Well bless my cotton socks', I thought (this is a lie). 'I'd better ask that kindly gentleman to have mercy on me and stop writing that ticket so I can rush home and attend to my sickly mother' (another lie). So I approached the parking officer and explained that basically I'm a tad retarded and didn't realise the terrible thing I'd done. I smiled. I flitted my eyelashes. I destroyed every ounce of feminist integrity I ever had. He hummed and sighed a bit but then told me that I could go this time. WHAT A GREAT MAN. I sped off rather quickly and might have even left tyre marks in the parking bay..

Anyway, Mr Parking Man, you're my hero. And I promise I'II never ever park in a Loading Zone again. Unless I can't find a park anywhere else...

iPhone 4

Now we all know that I'm a 'glass is half full' kind of a girl who is always willing to put on a happy face. I try to see the best in everyone and always assume that a stranger is a friend I haven't met... So please forgive me for this post as I suspect I might come across as being just a tad cynical and *gasp* a tiny bit cross.

Hundreds of people sleep rough on Ballarat's streets each night. If you're from these parts you'll imagine that sleeping on the streets would be especially awful at this time of year - not to mention dangerous. Homeless people must feel as though they have very little options and so find themselves freezing, hungry and very vulnerable. So when I saw this article in the Ballarat Courier on Friday I was completely dumbfounded. 'About 20 people from Ballarat, Bendigo, Bacchus Marsh and Melton braved the cold until midnight' to be the first to purchase a new iPhone 4 from the Bridge Mall's Telstra Shop. What the hell is all this about? Why would people voluntarily sit in the dark and icy drizzle to wait until midnight just so they can spend their money a few hours earlier than everyone else??? Is this really what we've become?

The new super dooper iPhone 4

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure the iPhone 4 is the most wonderful thing ever to happen to the world since, I don't know, the big bang? I have an iPhone myself and it's a very nice phone. However it takes a really sad and shallow individual to queue up just to get one a few hours before everyone else. Not to mention the incredibly high price attached to one of these new toys. I wonder what the homeless people must make of this... Am I being too harsh? Maybe. I just think it's really sad that it's come to this. Come on, people, get a life!

My Top 5

My husband and I once had a deal whereby we were both permitted to choose 5 people with whom we wished to become intimate with (intellectually speaking of course), and in the unlikely event that this person ever become receptive, then we would have each other's blessing. When this deal was first struck, Tim broke the rules immediately by choosing people he actually had half a chance of attracting (the girl who works at Safeway, the chick in the bank, the woman who lives down the road etc.). As usual, I remained sensible and chose famous people who I'd never likely meet, let alone get jiggy with. I've since revoked the deal because of Tim's obvious floundering of the rules. However, since I've done nothing to corrupt the spirit in which the agreement was reached, I reckon I can keep my list. Here it is (in no particular order):

Mmmm... David Tennant

Yep, I'm in desperate need of The Doctor. He might be rather slim and a tad pasty, but isn't he just gorgeous? His attraction lies in his cheeky smile, his sing-song accent and the likelihood of him wearing a skirt. Mmmm... He can park the Tardis on my doorstep any day.

Oh yeah, Baby! It's David Morrissey

David Morrissey has the smouldering good looks of a 1940's film star. He's big and strong and if you've ever seen the series of 'Blackpool' you'll know that he's a real man. Yep, David makes me feel like a natural woman.

Bring it on, Latham!

Yep, a bit out of left field, but Mark Latham is a real honey. I met him once when he was opposition leader and I sensed a real chemistry between us. I like the fact that he's passionate, witty and a bit mental. When Latham was leader, politics was interesting. I miss him and wish he was here to light my lusty fire.

It doesn't get much better than Richard Armitage

Hubba Hubba. If you saw the wedding on Vicar of Dibley you'll know why he's on the list. Oh. My. God. I think I ovulated when I saw that episode. He's just lovely and obviously likes his women real and curvy. Here I am, Baby!

Rupert Penry-Jones

 

 

Adam from Spooks. How could I ever be a lesbian when there are men of this calibre alive? He must be just about the perfect specimen of man. Rupert, if you're reading this, you are the wind beneath my wings.

What do you think about this list? Have I left anyone off? So many men, so little time. Hmm... I'd better go now and have a cold shower *sigh*