Guess who's coming to dinner.

My best friend and I had a conversation last night about who we would invite to the hypothetical dinner party of life. We limited the discussion to people who are still alive. At my dinner party - I will have:

Gretel Killeen, - Gretel was really the person who started the whole dinner party discussion, after her recent handling of a difficult housemate (who is an idiot, for the record) we decided that we'd love to invite her to dinner to get to know her better, and that she'd be a match for other dinner guests conversations. She can handle herself very well on live television and I think that would translate well to the dinner table. Her invitation would have to be very specific to avoid her being allowed to dress herself - we want to make sure she's not wearing some ridiculous outfit like she does on television.

Hugh Jackman, - Hugh scores an invite for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I saw him interviewed a couple of days ago, he really is the talk of the town at the moment. He came across as a really quite genuine and nice guy. Secondly, he's quite easy on the eye and that's always fun. His lovely wife Deborah-Lee Furness Doesn't score an invite on this occasion I'm afraid, room at the table is limited to six in total. More than happy to invite Hugh, Deb and offspring around for a weekend barbecue though. For those who are interested, during the interview Hugh revealed that he's a "folder" not a "scruncher" but he can't remember when he became a folder.

Ellen DeGeneres, - Ellen is an interesting person in her own right, she had a fairly public coming out that was met with a lack of support and subsequently has gone through some fairly public relationship break ups. My heart went out for her when Anne Heche left her to go back to a man - maybe this is my own fear realised for someone else though. She's an intelligent and funny woman who could keep conversation flowing and meet everyone at an appropriate level. If you're reading this Ellen - remember we love you.

Shane Webcke - I've spoken of my attraction to Shane before, and quite frankly he'd be fun to look at during conversation. I heard him interviewed on radio and he actually came across as quite intelligent by football player standards and I'm willing to imagine that outside the topic of football he can hold his own in conversation. He and Gretel would both have set dress codes for the evening, I'm just not sure whether the Shane I invite would be Suit and Tie Shane, Football Kit Shane or Shirtless Shane (and please, if anyone can furnish a pic to go with that - let me know because I'd love to see it.

Tim Curry. Tim has held our interests for a number of decades now and I love seeing him play the evil character. I think he'd have a wealth of stories, be quite amusing and really mesh in with the dinner crowd. He'd also be another Brit at the table and help provide a multicultural view point. Did you know he's the son of a Royal Navy Methodist Minister?

I think that sounds like quite an evening - can anyone provide the location and get access to these people for me?

Results?

I followed a link from Cathy's blog (re: our sham marriage and my desire to do almost anything.. ok, anything, for food.) I read my last entry "Self Improvement" and I'm very pleased to announce that progress in that department is off to a great start. Here's to the Rob I'm becoming.

Self Improvements

Like all people I have areas of my personality that I need to work on, becoming more assertive, sharing opinions etc. The one that came to me tonight is that I need to convince myself that I can't live my life pleasing others, and that sometimes I have to say enough is enough and do something for me, even if it hurts them.

Challenging times are ahead.

One of the only problems with being a gay man interested in contact sports is that eventually you are bound to develop a crush on a player. Last night I went to the rugby league - I'm a Broncos supporter and this week saw them playing the Raiders at home.

Within the first four minutes of the game my crush - Shane Webcke took a mighty tackle and I had to stop myself from running down the steps, onto the field to make sure he wasn't injured.

Shane Webcke and his Wife

Mel, a Collie.

Mel.


Which just goes to show that it's not always a black dog. Facing some reasonable changes at the moment, feeling challenged, feeling a little hemmed in. Time to keep reminding myself "This too shall pass."

Falling off the wagon

Lately it hasn't been so much that I've fallen off the wagon but more like I've fallen off a bridge directly into an open topped sugar wagon. The amount of sugar I've consumed in the past two days has been awful, just when I thought I'd beaten the cravings. Starting to see a very definite link between excessive sugar consumption and poor performance at the gym though.

Better the Devil you know

I promise I won't start using Kylie tracks for all my entries. I am soon to start gainful employment, back in Brisbane with people I've worked with before - the same people I might add that didn't want to interview me for the position I have experience in - but any income is better than no income. Stay tuned for further news.

Day 4 of....?

Day four of bitchy Rob, wonder how long this will last?

Do we need a reminder?

Ok people, listen up, here are the rules.

When you have invited someone into your house your first priority is to find them a comfortable spot to sit, and to offer them a drink. If you listen to my mother then that drink you accept is water, tap water, if you are very thirsty you could possibly ask for a second after you have sipped your way through the first.

After you have made them comfortable and offered them a drink - make sure the conversation is two sided, ask them things about themselves, their recent activities and you can intersperse some of your own thoughts, activities, etc.

Threesome?

Just finished a hot threesome - me, Poirot and the weeks worth of ironing. Hot huh?

Went rockclimbing yesterday morning - I'm shite at it but I enjoy it and I'm a natural born belay. Just call me Saftey Man. I'll improve my rock climbing - just a matter of repetition.