The adventures of Almigo

My scales sent me an email today. I knew I shouldn't have named it Skynet...

Jag me a burger!   This week we're running a competition on the show where you can become our restaurant reviewer (the restaurant in question is Jags Grill Bendigo which I discovered today makes a ripper and very filling beef burger) - to enter you have to email in and tell us if you had the choice of anyone in the world, who you would take for a meal out? (There is an unknown rule that if you mention the words 'Tom Cruise' and 'Lamb roast' you automatically lose for using a lame joke from the 80s.) I asked myself the same question while barely awake in the shower this morning and have struggled to narrow down my final three..

Well that's a nice surprise - in my work inbox this morning, in amongst the demands for bill payments and threats if we play any more Miley Cyrus, I discovered some very nice news. I now own a tree.  Mine. Finding out you now own a tree first thing in the morning is a terrific way to start a Thursday and in celebration of this amazing gift, I have named him Tankford. Because it's my tree now (allegedly) and it obviously needs a 'powerful tree' name.  Now as much as I'd like to believe that random people just gift people like me free trees for giggles and laughs, there's a particular reason why I've been gifted Tankford here as I discovered when I stopped bragging about my tree ownership and read the rest of the email...

Nothing kills a nice gravel pit in your own driveway than a bunch of dole budging weeds truly believing that your car runway is actually their permanent halfway house.  Case in point, my Lexus catwalk: home of Weedtopia. Horrific! Oh the weedmanity! Yep, it's enough to stop passing Ferraris making a beeline for your carport. So what's a clean driveway wanting car fanatic to do? Well thankfully I've found an item found in the common shed that sucker punches unwanted weeds right in the fun bits and then dances on their graves. And this wonderfully common item is....

Well it’s back again for 2013 – my incredibly amazing and awe inspiring guide for picking a winner in the race that stops a nation, 2013 Melbourne Cup. Won't get fooled again! Now if you followed my brilliant guide this time last year, you’ll see that I missed the eventual winner Green Moon – merely a hiccup if you will. I’ve changed that rule (and everything else) ever so slightly which will undoubtedly cough up a brilliant 3 selections that should well and truly load up your bank account* Got your champagne and form guide ready? Let’s use the Almigo system to pay off that mortgage!