Living in enemy territory
I'm a Kiwi, living in Sydney, Australia.
By day, I'm a Sage ACCPAC consultant and Joomla web designer, while at night, I masquerade as a hockey player.
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Ooooh, now this has to hurt LOL
This is why I like Ferrari's!
Here’s a link to a Shell commercial shown in Europe. Ostensibly, they’re selling gasoline, but the cars used in the video steal the show.
Ferrari pulled several of their race cars from various ages out of storage, flew them around the world, and filmed them running through the streets of Rome, Rio, New York, Hong Kong, Honolulu and Monaco. No computer graphics - these are the original cars on the original streets.
The best part is the sound - from the basso-profundo notes of the early, front-engine era, each scene cuts to a later generation, ending with the wail of a modern F1 car.
The sounds alone bring a tear to the eye. Even if you’re not a gearhead, this video will stir the soul. There’s just something about 3 litres and 14,000 RPM !
I hope everyones 2012 started as well as mine. It was a perfect day here in Sydney, the beach called, so I answered.
Happy New Year
After careful consideration of your performance as a friend in 2011, I have decided to extend your friendship for a further 12 months. Try not to fuck it up!
Happy New Year
Greek Financial Bailout Explained
It is a slow day in a little Greek Village. The rain is beating down and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit. On this particular day a rich German tourist is driving through the village, stops at the local hotel and lays a €100 note on the desk, telling the hotel owner he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night.
The owner gives him some keys and, as soon as the visitor has walked upstairs, the hotelier grabs the €100 note and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher. The butcher takes the €100 note and runs down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer. The pig farmer takes the €100 note and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel. The guy at the Farmers’ Co-op takes the €100 note and runs to pay his drinks bill at the tavern. The publican slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer him “services” on credit. The hooker then rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill to the hotel owner with the €100 note. The hotel proprietor then places the €100 note back on the counter so the rich traveller will not suspect anything.
At that moment the traveller comes down the stairs, picks up the €100 note, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town. No one produced anything. No one earned anything. However, the whole village is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism. That is how the bailout package works.
