Mr Tog and the Tigling are off at the rugby watching big strong guys dressed in blue like this try and get a ball up and down the field more often than big strong guys dressed in some other colour…. Read More ›
fun & hobbies
enjoyment, escapism, making and general lollygagging
Some time ago on a holiday quite far away
I never got around to posting any of my photos from my Mornington Peninsula Holiday last year, and it’s too late to embark upon a detailed travelogue, but bear with me for some excerpts: the light down there truly is… Read More ›
Iconic Trifecta
Slouch hats, Harbour Bridge and Opera House… …all it needs is a bloody koala. It’s a shame the boys with the big guns were in the shade while the morning sun was bouncing so brightly off the Opera House, because… Read More ›
Breaking rules since 1963
Apparently, even before his birth, my nickname not only broke all the rules of tig but my very existence as a tigtog supports the exploitation of Elijah Wood’s trusting nature. Who knew? “No, Elijah, you can’t tig on a tog,… Read More ›
Our PM’s higher purpose
Shamelessly stolen from Billy Connolly (paraphrased): “John Howard’s only use is to show us what Harry Potter will look like when he’s old” – Enough Rope, ABC Australia Feb 20, 2006 After the defeat of Lord Voldeshort, Harry struggled to… Read More ›
Bugg’rit.
My poor friend oddprofessor is horrified. I tried to game this one a few times, hoping for Patrick Stewart, but I kept on getting: Your Daddy Is Ozzy Osbourne What You Call Him: Pops Why You Love Him: He’s your… Read More ›
The Chimperor
Yesterday’s State of the Union speech by President Bush is a good chance to present you these works of art I found floating around the Interweb a while back. Not tonight, Laura If they can’t afford health insurance, let them… Read More ›
Owie owie ow
I’m awake at 5:45am because of two consequences of following the unwritten law of Sydney: thou shalt spend Australia Day beside the harbour. The corollary laws? First the schedule confusion law: thou shalt forget to put thy bins out when… Read More ›
So, when Bushco really fucks up, I’m good
Could I survive the apocalypse? No worries. The True SurvivorYou scored 65 % ass-kickingness, 86% leadership, and 88% scavenging ability! Congratulations, you scored the highest in all three categories: ass-kickingness, leadership, and scavenging skills. You are definitely going to survive… Read More ›
OK, on a serious blog-meme jag
You Are Creepy Serial killers would run away from you in a flash. How Scary Are You? True English NerdYou scored 86 erudition! Not only do you know your subjects from your objects and your definite from your indefinite articles,… Read More ›