The adventures of Almigo

Happy end of financial year 2022 kids! Have you got all your receipts ready for the tax man?

  This week I've named one of my lawnmowers after a player on my Supercoach team. Sadly for the player and myself, it's not for good reasons..

 

Once again Facebook in its wisdom has decided that what I need, what I really need to see when it comes to smacking my feed in the face with ads, is ones about tools that will write my blog for me. Or ten times faster. Or create copy and content so fresh, you'll headbutt the advertising on this page so hard it'll rain Ferrari's. Because apparently this is the way of the future when it comes to little blogs such as mine, relying on software found through social media to do it all so I can lounge back and count my cryptos or something.   Oh Facebook, if only you knew how so ridiculously ahead of the curb I am here when it comes to letting various robots and various AI attempt to write award winning rubbish to net me millions..

  The car optimistically told me it was only 4 degrees Celsius when I started it up this morning, only to see a few hundred meters later that the large clock/temp display on the Elders Real Estate building in East Albury read -1. There's no milk in the building so I'm eating my cereal like a bowl of nuts. Also these vitamins are supposed to supercharge me so I can run through walls yes? When does this happen exactly?  

I caught up with a dear friend over the weekend, sleep. And as a consequence, I didn't sleep much last nice which balanced the scales nicely. But it's a positive start to the week though as I may have solved my little foreign check problem, sorted any potential future problems with big payers and raised a bit of coin for a local charity...

Ugh. I returned to work more blocked up than a disused subway tunnel and my nose made more noise than an army of one man bands whenever I tried to talk. Anywhere other than radio, people wouldn't notice. But it's kind of hard to hide when you're broadcasting to lots of cars in the drive to work.. It's equal parts annoyance, embarrassment and frustration and if there was a way I could rip these damn polyps out of my nose myself and host a ceremonial bonfire to get rid of them, then I'd be dancing around the bonfire in a set of animals skins before anyone could ask 'Why's Al happy all of a sudden?' :/

I've just rocked in back home after three busy days in Melbourne, dodging lunatic drivers and trying to find parking spaces around hospitals that don't require a small mortgage to rent by the hour. But there's no time to unpack, there's a game on tonight which means I need to get my spanner throwing into the works attempt for this round up and running already!

Today's account will be a little on the short side because as the title suggests, there's a bus ride in my immediate future. And while I could try and blog from there, I'd rather load up some tunes, close the eyes and sleep the entire ride down. That's how I bus nowadays. But before they yell 'all aboard' (no wait, that's a train I think) let's talk Logies and how you can buy a house with Pamela Anderson's face out front..

' Thanks for the laughs this week Al, enjoy your weekend.' -Text from Will the truck driver to the studio. Thanks Will, I certainly will after that message!

Don't look the price of lettuce, broccoli or Bitcoin at the moment because they'll only make you sad. Save your tissues and don't forget your free flu shot. Can we fast forward to Friday already? I know it's a shortened working week but I'm pining for the weekend already.

There comes a time in every Supercoach's season where he looks at where he is, how the teams tracking, what's left to play out and his chances at doing anything amazing from here. And like the captain in the famous song 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald' by Gordon Lightfoot, right now I may as well turn to my team and echo: 'Fellas, it's been good to know ya..'   Because right now the Flavorless Flav's are so far behind, we've almost arrived at the start of 2021 all over again..

Back when it was less cold, I'd get up on my first alarm. Now that the temps dropped to testicle chilling temperatures, I hit snooze and wait the five minutes before the next one, content for that extra five minutes under the covers.  Today it was the third alarm that finally got me moving. And when it gets to that stage, you know I've had a pretty rough night.  But hey the (solo) show must go on!

I had weird dreams of angry grannies and ghostly apparitions in the studio. Eerily this morning all the lights were out in the car park and I half expected to be mobbed by zombies. I just realised I've got my t-shirt on backwards.  Oh and Lu's done her back, so it's just me flying solo today. Good omens from here on in, surely?

If you were an 80s kid going through the basketball card faze, remember the joy of coming across a Michael Jordan rookie card from the mid-80s? I mean I remember back in the early 90's that was worth a solid $100 which back then was a vast fortune, especially for a pre-teen.  And if you got rid of it back then whether by selling, trade or just losing the damn thing then I don't think you'll want to know what that little card is worth now..

I watched Top Gun Maverick last night, feasted on prawn trumpets, devoured wedges in sour cream and got home late. And when I was snuggled up under my double doona while the rest of the house slumbered, that's when my body decided it was a fully fueled F-14 Tomcat and refused to switch itself off. So you can just imagine how I felt when the first alarm interrupted the sleepless darkness circa 4:30am and how alive I'm feeling right now typing this update. Still a bloody great film though.

  Normally entering any bye round, I'd be holding a fire sale on the team and swapping anyone and everyone for a full contingent ready to play. This had mixed results when I first employed it last year. However based on last weeks performance that surprised absolutely everybody involved and generated a  desperately needed win, I'm holding onto the cards/players I've already got and hoping like hell there's enough across all sections of the field to drag me through to another win...

I stepped out of the shower this morning, promised myself 'today is going to be a good day', bent down to pick up some clothes on the floor and twanged a muscle in my back.  Fate really likes to throw in the random drop kick right to the plums some times.

$12 Iceberg lettuce's, Ice Cream that's actually more air than dessert and the price to keep the heater running while combating this new polar blast is set to rise by about 25%. If I was a betting man (and I am on the rare occasion), I'd wager this might one one of the lesser signs of the impending apocalypse.

I'm not ashamed to admit it, I spent a good chunk of my weekend on my rear end watching all sorts of good stuff. Because sometimes you need those quiet inexpensive weekends to catch your breath with. It also doubled as a bloody good reason not to go outside because once again Albury ran out of warm degrees and went silly with the cold ones.  The only downside with this type of weekend watching is that a lot of the audience was doing exactly the same thing and that makes it difficult to answer the question 'What was the highlight of your weekend?' when you barely peeled yourself off the couch.  Still, the party pies we had with our TV highlights were pretty tasty!

Since I last waxed lyrical on my somehow NFT related Sorare football team, three more unfortunate bastards have been conscripted into my terrible idea for a team. On top of that I've discovered that when you throw five randoms together, there's a fair chance only one of them is actually going to show up and attempt to do something. 

Wow, 50 episodes of this already? Somehow with all this ground covered I can still recall the nerves of day one and getting more tongue tied than that minor hit by Danny John-Jules. I mean it was only back in March this year but still. Today amazing music hit amazing 80's movies as we looked for the best 80's soundtrack song around and got reminded in the process of some incredible songs we still rock to this day. Oh and there was a bit of footy chat but let's face it, today was more about the music. 

It's still super cold. My arm still hurts from the jab from yesterday. The kids are home from school sick. But did you know in 1968 the Bee Gees have a jam session in North Street Albury, shortly before travelling to the UK and releasing their first big hit Spicks and Specks? You learn lots listening to this show!

  Buddy's had a brain fart and we're not sure if he'll be able to play.  Also we're about to get into the Bye rounds which really messed up the league last year. Wowwee am I bracing for some pain this round..

 "Go and git your third jab son." Okay, while the doctor who suggested it wasn't too late for my Covid booster shot didn't sound like Doc Mitchell from Fallout New Vegas (and probably didn't look too much like him either) the advice was sound. I'd been told that 8 months since my 2nd jab was too long a wait and I couldn't go for my first booster but Dr Michael Bonning from the NSW AMA confirmed today on the show that it wasn't a problem. So I booked an appointment during a song and I'm currently writing this with a small band aid on my arm where the shot went in.  Vacced again and ready to go baby!