20 June 2011

Posted by DMC on 21 June 2011 in Diary |

It is one of those rare days in the golf calendar when Monday is Tuesday. As my regular readers will know Tuesday is geriatric-golf day – incidentally we have three new octogenarians. this year, making around seven who play regularly on Tuesdays-I suspect the average age of the Tuesday rollup is now over 70. Anyway we had to play our Tuesday game today because tomorrow the club is playing The Lucifer’s.. As usual a good number of the Tuesday club obviously didn’t look at their fixture list and will undoubtedly turn up tomorrow, making it very difficult for the poor secretary, Scott, somehow to fit them in between the large number of match players. I know this to be the case because only eight people turned up today out of the usual 30+.

Anyway, from my point of view the day was a great success. It was the most beautiful sunny morning and I did my usual trip around the golf course avoiding the rough, as far as possible, Fortunately, Guy Hipkin (The Major) and ex-captain David Robson were on parade to help me when it came to lunch.

I got back in time to watch some of the centre court matches at Wimbledon, including our man Murray.

I think he went on centre court expecting to the his virtually unknown opponent so easily that he actually lost the first set. Not a good beginning, although he did     pull himself together and won the next three sets very comfortably

I was remiss in yesterday’s entry and for mentioning that Sunday was Father’s Day and both children sent me lovely cards with extremely complimentary and kind messages. Smiler, came down the day before Father’s Day, because of the German family coming on Sunday and dear Chloe found time to ring me on the way to granddaughter Lara’s first stage appearance at school to wish me a happy Father’s Day

For a bit of Fun I have reproduced below the AUSTRALIAN LETTER OF THE YEAR

This is an actual letter sent to the DFAT (Department of Foreign
Affairs and Trade) Immigration Minister. The Rudd Government tried
desperately to censure the author, but got nowhere because every legal person who read it nearly wet themselves laughing!

You will have to excuse the bad language, but haven’t we all felt like this more than once when we are walking through treacle dealing with some government bureaucrat or other!

Dear Mr. Minister,

I’m in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this. How is it that K-Mart has my address and telephone number, and knows
that I bought a television set and golf clubs from them back in 1997,and yet the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date?  For Christ sakes, do you guys do this by hand?

My birth date you have in my Medicare information, and it is on all the income tax forms I’ve filed for the past 40 years. It is also on my driver’s licence, on the last eight passports I’ve ever had, on all those
stupid customs declaration forms I’ve had to fill out before being allowed off planes over the past 30  years.
It’s also on all those insufferable census forms that I’ve filled out every 5 years since 1966.

Also…  would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother’s name is
Audrey, my father’s name is Jack, and I’d be absolutely fucking astounded if that ever changed between now and when I drop dead!!!…

SHIT!  What do you people do with all this information we keep having to provide??

I apologise, Mr. Minister.  But I’m really pissed off this morning. Between you and me, I’vehad enough of all this bullshit!
You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my fucking address!!
What the hell is going on with your mob?  Have you got a gang of mindless Neanderthal arseholes working there And another thing, look at my damn picture…  Do I look like Bin Laden?

I can’t even grow a beard for God’s  sakes. I just want to go to  New Zealand  and see my new granddaughter.  (Yes, my son interbred with a Kiwi girl). And would someone
please tell  me, why would you give a shit whether or not I plan on visiting a farm in the
next 15 days? In the unlikely event I ever got the urge to do something weird to a sheep or a horse, believe you me, I’d  sure as hell not want to tell anyone!

Well, I have to go now, ’cause I have to go to the other end of the city, and get another fucking copy of my birth certificate – and to part with another $80 for the privilege accessing MY OWN INFORMATION!     Would  it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot, to assist in the
issuance of a new passport on the same day??  Nooooo..  that ‘d  be too fucking easy and makes far too much sense. You would much prefer to have us running all over the place like chickens with our fucking heads cut off, and then having to find some ‘high-society’ wanker to confirm
that it’s  really me in the goddamn photo! You know the photo… the one where we’re not allowed to smile?! …. you fucking morons.

Signed – An Irate Australian Citizen.

P.S. Remember what I said above about the picture, and getting someone in ‘high-society’ to confirm that it’s me? Well, my famhas been in this country since before 1850!  In 1856, one of my forefathers took up arms with Peter Lalor. (You do remember the Eureka  Stockade!!) I have also served in both the CMF and regular Army for something
over 30  years (I went to Vietnam in 1967), and still have high security clearances. I’m also a personal friend of the president of   the RSL…. and Lt General Peter Cosgrove sends me a Christmas card each year.  However, your rules require that I have to get someo“important” to
verify who I am; You know… someone like my doctor – WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN FUCKING  PAKISTAN !!!…..  a country where they either  assassinate or hang their ex-Prime Ministers – and are suspended from the Commonwealth for not having the “right sort of government”.

You are all fucking idiots!








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