Sunday, February 24, 2008

Anchors Away!

Is there a better way to start a magnificent Sydney Sunday then with the aroma of sizzling chicken wings and freshly brewed coffee? Ok, ok, so that's a slight hyperbole - but this is a blog, which by definition means the trivial is sensational. Another suicide bomb in Iraq. Ho hum. Violence in Pakistan. Yawn. Free trade negotiations break down again. Yeah and? Britney Spears institutionalised again. OMG!!! No way! Have they got any photos!?! That's unbelievable!!

And anyway, "...the acrid stench of carbonised bits of poultry and watery luke-warm instant coffee" doesn't sound quite so poetic, does it?

With the mighty Cunard sisters Queen Victoria and Queen Elizabeth 2 in town, it's hard to want to be anywhere other than out on the sparkling harbour. Here Capt'n Rock, taking a brief interlude from meeting and greeting the rich and famous, shows off the bridge of his mighty vessel.

Uhm... I hate to break it to you, but you're not going anywhere very fast. At least with those sunnies she fits right in with the Eastern Suberbs wanke... I mean beautiful people down at Rose Bay.

Harbour patrol has spotted a beached whale on a beach. Now some bright spark go and find us a stick of dynamite.

Gosh, lucky you have a life jacket on dear, why that water is at least 3 inches deep!

Now that's weird - I could have sworn I moored my superyatch just here...

The mighty engine room of this majestic queen of the sea. Hang on, perhaps a poor selection of phrase with the Mardi Gras in town...

Come on, less posing, more paddling! And no, next time we aren't going to do this with a blue screen.