Two Loose Ends

In a nice little gathering together of the last two blogs, I get to reminisce about a time when the guy who told me the Pay TV story (two blogs ago) and I, took our girlfriends roller-blading in Centennial Park.

As a kid and teenager on the Northern Beaches of Sydney, I skated and surfed and rode all manner of wheeled things and became pretty blase about standing on unstable surfaces of any description. I remember going ice-skating once and didn't find it that difficult, so I hoped that I would get the hang of roller-blades pretty quickly.

As we were getting ready to leave, I said to my mate, in what I hoped would be an endearing sort of moment of personal revelation, "I hope that I am instantly good at this roller-blading game, otherwise I am going to lose interest pretty quickly."

He trumps my open and honest shallowness with, "I don't care how good I am as long as I'm better than you."