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I love MasterChef -- and I love all the judges. Especially George... no, Gary... no, Matt!

A judge who we love is called Matt.
And Matt - well, he loves his cravat.
He’s top notch on the nosh
And he looks awfully posh.
With no Matt it would all be quite flat.

A judge we know only as George
Would chew and - quite simply - he'd gorge*.
‘Twas his action with forks
That caused all the squawks
And made him entirely less gorg.

And then there’s the one who’s called Gary.
(He isn’t called Barry or Harry.)
He’s worked as a chef
And he never says f…
He’s the one who you’d quite like to marry!

*well he wouldn't really gorge; we're just trying to make a fun rhyme here folks.
Love ya George and can't wait to eat at The Press Room!

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T. Hanks

Love the sign above the returns bin in the local DVD/video store in Darlinghurst:

T. Hanks

Oh yes, laughed out loud when I saw it yesterday.

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Sockamillion

His name is Sockington.
He is uber Cat. Max is the King of Darlinghurst; Socks is the King of Twitter and King of the World.
But behold.
Max appears (thrice!) in the Sockamillion movie after an earlier half-mill show:

Socks Army One Million Strong from Jason Scott on Vimeo.

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Brisvegas

I've just had a weekend in Brisvegas, which is 5 degrees warmer than Sydney and a great place for me - as I got to spend time with someone who knows me very well. The King (see twitterfeed, right) is yowling his head off and now it's time to plant my feet back in Darlinghurst after two weekends away.

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Man on the moon, film in the bin

I am amused and bemused by the loss of the original recordings of footage of man landing on the moon.
As Tony Eastley said at the end of AM on Friday on ABC Radio: "If you've got them at home, give us a ring."
I do understand how I lose stuff in my life. But this is a record breaking mislaying of items.
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It's all about the Swedes

I've been absolutely laughing my head off about the career counsellor with the predilection for root vegetables in The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work. I laughed until I nearly choked (well I was lying in bed at the time) at the following reference:
"The couple were admirably fond of some of the less popular vegetables in the English repertoire, for at most times of the day - even in the early morning - the place smelt powerfully of freshly boiled cabbage or swede."
I can't tell you why, but there are several references to the counsellor and his wife's culinary love and these observations made me extremely giggly. I guess they're interspersed between serious career moments and that's just how it is with vegetables.
When I laugh in bed, the King gets tossed around, but he seems to be made of sturdy stuff and copes fairly well with the quiltquake.

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King of Darlinghurst in Sockington's 500K video

Sockington 500,000 Followers from Jason Scott on Vimeo. Enormous excitement in the Kingdom of Darlinghurst as the Cyber Cat of them all, Sockington, includes Max the Duster aka the King of Darlinghurst in the video marking his 500,000th follower.

We are overjoyed, banging our paws together with delight.

Watch out for Max in the Socks Rocks hat.

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Everything's vivid

With my nose firmly in Alain de Botton's new book, The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work, I have been refreshed in my view of the world.
Yesterday I had to go into the city for an appointment after several days of being home ill.
It seemed to me that everyone was from central casting: immensely colourful in their own way, yet typical.
Two women at the noodle bar at David Jones sipped on their wines and discussed children, home decorating, friends and their next lunch, while the people cooking and serving us were on full display in their work mode. It was all remarkably vivid. I guess I was paying attention.
In the watch repair shop, I was one of several customers - the young woman getting a charm fixed to her bracelet, the stylishly dressed handsome black guy who was getting something done to what appeared to be a diamond-encrusted watch (matching his diamond encrusted pinky ring). The watch was roughly the size of a large sample pot of moisturiser. I felt like I was in a dream when he showed his Florida driving license [as ID, I guess]. An older woman was getting impatient because whatever she was waiting for wasn't ready and she was going overseas the next day, with many tasks and engagements to fulfil before she left. Again, remarkably vivid moments that may have passed me by, if not for reading yet another marvellous book by Alain de Botton.


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Directions

Walking down Victoria Street in Darlinghurst just now, a very old man ambled toward me. I was anticipating being asked for money.
But no. He wanted to know where "Young Street" was. Indeed.
(In truth - as far as I am aware - there is no Young Street. Neither metaphorically, nor literally.)
A bit like how on Monday night I was walking by the Eastern Distributor exit on William Street. A young guy was taking a piss in Wisdom Lane. Wisdom Lane is a No Through Road.
I'll leave that with you.
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Twittering is the new black

The King loves nothing more than a good Tweet.
But Sockington's call out this morning for members of Socks Army to upload pix of themselves in party hats almost ended the King's love of Twitter. He wriggled and pulled his ears back, retreating from our impromptu photo shoot with extraordinary cunning. The only chance for getting him to pose was to fill his dinner dish and then gently drop the paper cone hat over one ear while he was busy eating.
Such is life.
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Swimmingly

Hit the pool for the first time in yonks. It was much cleaner then when I was last there.
That old black line is still there though.
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Hot cross bunnage

Infinity Bakery in Darlinghurst next to the fire station makes the best hot cross buns. Everyone knows it to be true.

Actually, they are official suppliers of hot cross buns to the King of Darlinghurst.

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Yayoi Kusama

The Yayoi Kusama exhibition at the MCA at Circular Quay is a must-go, must-see. Your head may hurt from the richness of the images, but go anyway.

Extraordinaire!

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Sockington

The king, like the rest of the world, is transported by Sockington. He's joined Socks Army. No hope now.
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Sockington 200,000 Followers from Jason Scott on Vimeo.

The King of Tweets

Max (aka The King) now has three followers on Twitter. Enough to build a religion on. The one devoted to eating, sleeping and sitting in the garden from time to time.
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To twitter, to cheep, to inform

The King has started twittering. It seems to be his milieu. He is bonkers about Sockington, Sockington, Sockington, Sockington, Sockington... etc

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My loathing of spiders is complete (and utter)

My loathing of huntsman spiders (or are they just huntsmen?) is renowned. Grown men have been phoned in the middle of the night to come over and remove them from my sight.



Yesterday I resorted to a text "call out" of various male acquaintances to evict the latest invader.



G. came to the rescue. Rewarding him with wine and a lamb kebab couscous dinner was the least I could do.



The previous night (warning dear reader: gin and Augusten Burroughs are a bad combination when encountering a huntsman of huge proportions), I had been awake for hours. For a long while I had been lying in bed, pretending it would all be OK. Every few minutes I'd flick the light on, but it became too much when one of the spider's ruby eyes glinted at me.


So I upped camp and went to sleep in the lounge room. The King was delighted with the novelty of the new sleeping arrangements and jumped around incessantly. I filled him up on treats to pacify him, but it was like giving a kid red cordial. The three of us were awake: the spider, the King and me.

A bad, bad urban story that ended with G. freeing the spider into the wilds of Darlinghurst. It's now out petitioning the neighbourhood about victimisation.

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The Wrong Side of Wrongtown

It's my new favourite saying.
As in: "That is on the wrong side of Wrongtown!"

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5c at the bus stop

I seem to pick up money everywhere.

Today there was another 5c coin at the bus stop. So I carried it around all day and it will go in the kitty purse with all the other found coins.

At some random "lucky" day in the future, I will buy a lottery ticket with them.

Fingers crossed.

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Technical KO

Knocked flat for a week by a head cold.
Honestly. King of Darlinghurst marvellous company.
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George Clooney in Adelaide

When supplied with a George Clooney face on a stick, one simply stands behind it and sings "happy birthday". That's what happened this weekend in Adelaide.
Then Sarah and I flew back to Sydney, giggling hard on the plane behind our new identities.
Watch out for Toothpick Etiquette 103 on youtube - filmed entirely on location (without George Clooney).

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