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Spending time deciding how best to use up rest of blue swimmer crabmeat leftover from last night. Big decisions to be made yet – is it to be crabmeat with XO sauce on egg noodles, or crabmeat with a light ginger and spring onion sauce on noodles. What about crabmeat chawanmushi or crabmeat spring rolls? I’m have the best of times mooching around what to have for dinner and avoiding reading much media. Crabmeat in a lettuce parcel with a soy-butter sauce. The decision-making processes involve a wonderful way to pass a dreary Sunday weatherwise. Anyone got any better ideas?
Have had an excessively quiet weekend reading a couple of primary sources re late 18c Atlantic crossing, secondary sources on Hessians. Am desperately trying to trace down the reference to John Hunter inventing his own sextant. Not ADB. Its almost impossible to find in a recent Aussie bio of Hunter, which has to come under one of the three worst history books I’ve ever read. (the other two were on Mary Bryant and Morgan the pirate.) Not only is this book on Hunter atrociously bad history, the index is incomparably scrappy. I really don’t want to have to spend time reading the trash again just to find a minor point. (Time for me to retreat back into my burrow.)
Caught the train and buses to Murwillumbah to stopover on Saturday night, whilst watching the AFL, reading and dining at my favourite cafe. Had breakfast at a cafe which supports the “Shut The Gate” campaign. Scientifically proved that the Gold Coast is inhabited by 600,000 bogans who are defeated by the intellectual challenge of travelling efficiently by bus. Got very depressed by all the bad news from overseas. Returned home on Sunday, contionued reading, watched the AFL again, had dinner at the local Indian restaurant, texted a friend, went to bed.
I played a game of footy.
Each year, expat Perthlings, for the most part, convene as the Fitzroy Dockers and the East Coast Eagles for the Grudgematch, which precedes the second Western Derby of the season.
I broke my ankle in last year’s game and needed an operation to install a titanium plate, but still wasn’t the worst-injured player. A full knee reconstruction was also required. All five previous games have seen at least one broken bone.
This year, there was no need to go to RMH, I kicked two pretty awesome snap goals, and the game finished in a tie. Stupid Eagles then went and won the real game in a thriller, but shit… that was a fun Sunday.