Many things of note happened on the weekend.

Australia again proved their superiority in the old colonial sport of cricket, thrashing arguably the 2nd best team in the world to win the tri-series. That game ends the cricket season in Australia for the year, much to the distress of pretty much every female in the country.

Saturday night was a 30th birthday party for my brother-in-laws fiance. I'm not sure if that makes her a future sister-in-law, or if she will just become the wife of my brother-in-law. Any expert opinions will be greatly appreciated. The party was a 'greek' dress up theme (as the fiance of brother-in-law is Greek). I went as fluffy dice. Nobody commented on my sewing skills.

The rest of the weekend is rant worthy, and hence in the extended entry section.

My first rant relates to the game of soccer I played on Sunday afternoon. My soccer skills are hardly the thing of legend, and I am unlikely to ever get a call up to play for Fulham or even a crappy club in the NSL in Australia, but can play for over an hour without tripping over my own feet. this makes me about 58 minutes more skillful than Simon.

The game I played was training for a club that i have little regard for. I have played tennis, cricket and touch footy for this club, and on every single occassion, i have quit in disgust and told myself I will never play again for them. Essentially, it is a club where there are the 'elite' and the 'plebs'. The 'elite' are the people who are friends with the people who run the club. The 'plebs' are the rest. The 'elite' don't bother turning up to training but will still play a full game whenever they feel like showing up. The 'plebs' have to turn up to every training session, and will only get to play if not enough of the 'elite' have bothered to show up. This happens frequently, however the 'elite' tend to all not show up at the same time, leaving insufficient 'plebs' to play.

I confess to being a 'pleb' in the above heirachy, and am very happy to be. So for training, it just so happened that the 'elite' players from the top division showed up, while the 'plebs' from Division 5 and 6 showed up. So they decided to organise a game of soccer between the 15 Division 1 players and the 10 Division 5&6 players. Spotting a trend yet?

Suffice to say it was a total waste of time, and my fellow 'plebs' were left repeatedly telling me that "it's not usually like this," to try and convince me to continue with training. Not sure why they are so keen to have me play given my level of skill. Maybe it is a cult or something.

And then there are drivers who push in. you know the ones. There are two lanes of traffice that merge into one. Most people will be in correct lane and will wait patiently will the idiots who try and overtake as fast as possible push in from the merging lane.

Quite simply, they have to be stopped, and I ask each of you to do your part. Next time someone is in the merging lane trying to push in because they can't be bothered to wait like everyone else, don't let them in. Make sure you drive so far up the bumper of the car in front of you that it is not physically possible. This is particularly effective if the car trying to push is really expensive. I stopped a Porsche convertible from merging. It made me happy, and just to show my displeasure with how annoying pushy the driver had been, I ensure my acceleration up the rest of the hill was damn slow.

Remember, these people can be stopped, but we all have to work together.