Piss-ups in breweries

If you are sitting there looking at the screen and thinking vulgarity rules on this blog now, you are right.

At least for today.

All this vulgarity has come about because over the last week or so I seem to have been unable to get anything right or organised and one thing after another has gone off in a direction totally opposite to where I expect it to go.

I just can’t seem to work out how much time it takes to get from one place to another and am often too late.  Too late for the movie, because I have the time wrong and it started half an hour ago.

I missed out on buying bread from my favourite bakery because I had forgotten it is Monday and they close at 3 pm. It is 3.30 pm when I remember I need bread.  Too late!

Another bad move when I go to see Sam, the man who repairs expensive shoes.  He is not in his workroom and I don’t have his mobile number to call ask when he will be back.  It’s not all wasted time – at least I know where to find him; the building, in the CBD, is undergoing an extensive renovation while most of the tenants are still on the premises. A building face-lift, while life goes on for the tenants among the noise of drills and navigating around piles of building material and men in fluoro vests who mill around among the temporary access entrances and ramps. The trick is to find the main entrance off the street among all the panels of hoarding along the building boundary and the mess of building material piled along the pavement.

To cap it all, today I ran out of time to call over to the hospital in Fitzroy to visit a friend who recently had a hip replacement.

It was quite a relief to go home and to find home was where I left it that morning. At least I managed to get that much right today; I remembered where to find the Trash Palace and it had not, like so much of my time recently, vanished into thin air.

The way things have gone of late, I was beginning to consider I had joined the ranks of those people, who because they are so disorganised and dim-witted, would be considered incapable of organising a piss-up in a brewery.

Looking down from the Buffalo Chalet lookout in the early morning and not a brewery to be seen anywhere.
Mt Buffalo - circa 1994