Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Carefull with that ketchup Eugene
Well hello my little friends,
So......... i'm on the way back to the hostel, on my first day in Melbourne, and I pop in the the 7 11 for something to eat, picking up a sausage roll and a sachet of sauce, and life is good - life is good that is untill i try to open said sachet of ketchup. This little fella looked like the sort of ketchup sachet you would see in the uk, the little square plastic blister pack with a film top, except there was two small blisters side by side and no little fold at the corner to help you get the film off?
Ok, so I like to think of myself as above average intellegence, I can build a totally fault tollerant network linking offices from across the world and I can make it effectively unhackable, I can talk most helpdesk operators in to giving me any information I need on the pretext of being someone else, I can make films, take photos, play the guitar, fix just about anything electrical but can I open an Australian ketchup sachet? - can I bugger - So there I am walking through central Melbourne, Sachet in one hand, half eaten sausage roll in the other hand, when it suddenly I'm hit across the face and chest by a jet of tomato sauce, looking down at my hand with my one good eye, it is now clear how one opens these things, simply by folding the sachet between the two small cups, the middle of the film is broken and the sauce flows out at a rate proportunal to the pressure applied, unfortunately the pressure I had unwittingly applied was enough to make me look like an extra from Gladiator.
I wondered the final mile home as onlookers gawped, and mothers sheilded their children from the view stopping only once...........to buy some washing powder.
Some say that the devil is in the detail, but I have reliably been informed that he is actually in Tazmania, and thats where I am due to fly to tommorow (Yes I will buy a map if I can find one)!
Love and Tomatoes
Eric
¶ 11:34 am
So......... i'm on the way back to the hostel, on my first day in Melbourne, and I pop in the the 7 11 for something to eat, picking up a sausage roll and a sachet of sauce, and life is good - life is good that is untill i try to open said sachet of ketchup. This little fella looked like the sort of ketchup sachet you would see in the uk, the little square plastic blister pack with a film top, except there was two small blisters side by side and no little fold at the corner to help you get the film off?
Ok, so I like to think of myself as above average intellegence, I can build a totally fault tollerant network linking offices from across the world and I can make it effectively unhackable, I can talk most helpdesk operators in to giving me any information I need on the pretext of being someone else, I can make films, take photos, play the guitar, fix just about anything electrical but can I open an Australian ketchup sachet? - can I bugger - So there I am walking through central Melbourne, Sachet in one hand, half eaten sausage roll in the other hand, when it suddenly I'm hit across the face and chest by a jet of tomato sauce, looking down at my hand with my one good eye, it is now clear how one opens these things, simply by folding the sachet between the two small cups, the middle of the film is broken and the sauce flows out at a rate proportunal to the pressure applied, unfortunately the pressure I had unwittingly applied was enough to make me look like an extra from Gladiator.
I wondered the final mile home as onlookers gawped, and mothers sheilded their children from the view stopping only once...........to buy some washing powder.
Some say that the devil is in the detail, but I have reliably been informed that he is actually in Tazmania, and thats where I am due to fly to tommorow (Yes I will buy a map if I can find one)!
Love and Tomatoes
Eric
¶ 11:34 am
