Finding the time.

This week’s been busy.

Accounting and economics studies and all the fun stuff that comes with that as well.

Last Friday included a call up from a local labor hire company that I sometimes work for with a job offer, for a project out at Chillagoe. It seems that the resource sector in FNQ has found its feet, even in a minor way and started to make its presence felt.

That’ll increase the time limits on my study plans.

Then there’s been my brothers’ business development, that I have been marginally involved with. And as it has worked out, my involvement may go as far as a signed but not necessary non-disclosure agreement.

As I’ve stated a while ago, I want exposure to the wine industry and there’s currently an opportunity here locally. I haven’t made any enquiries on the business but it’s an opportunity all the same.

The saying goes, success is an intersection between opportunity and preparedness. And I’ve been caught flat-footed with this one.

It’s times like this I regret not taking full advantage of my down time. It’s hard but all the same when opportunities present themselves to you and you’re not ready it’s a bit of a wake up call.

If I’d saved the money. Completed those WSET courses, etc.

That’s a factor of human nature and something we take into account with economics, as I’m learning.

Time equals money, as the saying goes and once again, the regret sets in as a form of punishment for not being aggressive enough to have the faith in my efforts and fight forward and be prepared for those opportunities.

FM bad habits.

Ol mate…

Waits outside the bedroom door, for its keeper to awaken, open the door and talk at it like the human it ain’t.

As much as I hate cats, I’ll have to acknowledge their ability to be companion animals.

And shit in a box.

And keep the minor vermin down.

That’s their only value IMO.

I’d still prefer a good quality hunting dog any day but due to the fact I made the idiotic decision to purchase an apartment, keeping a hound ain’t an honourable choice. I’ll have to buy some land sometime soon and a decent hunting dog.

A good dog needs space to get about.

I miss having a dog, I find they’re a more genuine pet to have about. They’re more honest.

Cats beware then, I say.

And as for this little prat, the way he attacks his mate is always a source of entertainment. He’s a mean little fecker, for his own fun, which is funny to watch but they’re cruel in their own way too, in all honesty.

Just watch them with a native lizard or anything else they manage to capture. They’re an example of the wild instinct not tamed by domestication.

Fkn cats. They’re pieces of shit.

Cairns needs a Somm or two.

Went out to dinner the other night, when I was back in civilisation, with the Mrs.

Went to a local Italian restaurant we both like. One in the city.

We both order what we want, entrée’s and mains. The usual fair.

I ordered a bottle of wine from the menu. A DOCG product. All should have been o.k. and for the most part it was.

But there’s something that’s missing and I’ve noticed as I try to develop my knowledge of wine and food.

Now, unknown to most I consider myself amateur wine snob. I don’t get too worked up about it as I consider the whole scene, from the aspect of the average punter, to be a little much when it comes to the actual product itself. I could be wrong, being an amateur and all that and that’s something I’m more than able to accept. But there’s something lost in all the pontification that surrounds the drink at times.

I’ve been reading little of the writings of a Roger Scruton lately, particularly his book, I drink, therefore I am. I have to admit I haven’t finished reading his story on this one but so far am able to identify with an idea he puts forth describing his aversion to the points system of scoring wine. He recalls his experience of touring France in his younger years and seeing the wine production from a point of view that you won’t from the bottle shops. This experience I’d assume, before the mass market aspect the greets us today, would offer a different take on the subject.

The general take I got from reading R.S was that aspect of the contemporary wine market (the numbers game or the price points) wasn’t what he got from the his journey’s through the wine regions he visited. Wine was an experience, something consumed as a part of the interaction with others both past and present. After all when considering the history of wine and it’s roles across time there’s something more to it in my mind’s eye.

Getting back to my introduction now and my intention with this post, which is to have a gripe about the lack of this aspect with the dining scene here in Cairns.

I think there is a great opportunity for the businesses here to expand on the practice of wine service in so much as tailoring their wine list to the food the serve. We’ve had the experience in Cairns, the only time I’ve witnessed it, where the service staff were able to advise us on our selection of food and accompanying drinks. I found it to be a great addition to the experience. This ties in the aspects of what I’ve read about in I drink, therefore I am, where we acknowledge the production values of our resourcing and realise it our consumptive choices.

I have been training.

Honest I have.

I just seems that when I’ve been home the last few swings  at home it’s been either Christmas/New years or Australia Day or the night I had out with the M.R.S at C’est Bon or the other night we had multiple friends over and drank copious bottles of great NZ and South African wines.

I blame it the recipe book (my brother gave me for Christmas), I’m an amateur cook BTW, and Dan Murphy’s (our local booze museum).

I’ll tabulate what it is I’m trying to do Crossfit/weightlifting wise… at a later date. Hopefully before the end of January, as I’m trying to calculate my efforts month by month this year.


The Food Vixen.

If you happen to find yourself in the Far North, in Cairns precisely, do yourself a favour and use a local as a reference when looking for somewhere to eat.

That was the strong tip my girl had for me when we were wandering around the back parts of whatever foreign locale we were in looking for somewhere to eat. *what are the natives doing*.

It worked.

The one (Me and the M.R.S use in Cairns) is an entity known by the nom de guerre “Food Vixen”.

She runs a great little website plus an Instagram profile. Have a read of her observations at

Cairns, Manoora, Queensland.

Today was horrific for my home town of Cairns. Something that we haven’t seen in Australia, if I recall correctly, occurred in a suburb next to the one I live in.

According to the media reports, Queensland police received a call out to an address, responding to a report of a member of our community suffering knife wounds. Upon an immediate investigation the scene revealed that there were multiple homicide victims inside the home at the address.

The media reports eight children were found deceased inside the house.

No formal charges have been laid as the perpetrator has not been identified yet. The injured person is assisting police with their investigation.

I haven’t completed any further research on the specifics of the crime yet but the area is a known troubled location. The rule of thumb for locals here is “never buy a home in a suburb starting with the letter M”. I did and can say that the only drama I’ve personally had is some petty vandalism on my personal property.

I’m sincerely hoping that the family didn’t have a history of issues but I can admit to a sense of foreboding on this one. Australia has exhibited a habit of returning violent criminals to the public arena as events in Sydney recently brought to our attention.

It definitely focuses your sympathies to see a family destroyed in this manner and Cairns isn’t so big a city.