A random whinge for no apparent reason

SAAK is going back to the big bad city next week to do an accreditation course, this, given the current climate equates to news… oh well.. however, this is not the cause for this whinge.

Prior to commencing the week long course, one needs to complete four exams. Now the requisite reading tallies to just shy of eight hundred pages .. yes, about an eighth of a tree.

Now SAAK is not necessarily the most conscientious of students … he often received “if SAAK would apply himself” and “ …. very disruptive” comments on school reports, but about a third the way through the first section, SAAK decided “bugger it, just do the exams, let the chips fall as they may”.

SAAK will let you in on a little secret, he has never failed anything academic, life yes, academic no.

Having now only glossed over the readings, SAAK has managed to gain scores of 83, 95, 97 and 100 in his four exams…not bad, even if SAAK has to pat his own back (mind you there were sacrifices, SAAK limited himself to less than 6 drinks each of the preceding evenings).

Here is SAAK’s whinge. Upon hearing how SAAK had not exactly applied himself to the task, the only response to SAAK’s success that his father could muster was “well…. that does not give me a great deal of confidence in the industry then”…

cest la vie

A little taste of SAAK

Wow, that is an horrible title, well SAAK has never claimed to be particularly creative nor articulate ….

SAAK is not sure if he has told you this, he does have a nasty habit of drivelling shite most of the time, combined with drinking copious amounts, he may well have to you ad nauseam, however, he does enjoy cooking.

Anywho, SAAK’s parents have been away so SAAK has taken it upon himself to cook for his two sisters and their respective husbands and it has been great. SAAK has toned down his menu somewhat, but still, it has been a high point.

Back in the old days, in the dark town, SAAK would set aside one Saturday every fortnight to cook. Indian, Thai, deep fried, you name it SAAK loved the whole thing…. the fact that most of these Saturdays also involved half a case just made it all the better …. SAAK learnt quickly to do the deep frying early ….. deep frying stuff for the fun of it just makes the smoke alarm work harder.

Whilst it is plain to anyone who has actually made it this far that a) SAAK has, in fact, had one or two too may already and b) there is no moral to this story, however, SAAK openly invites all of you to dinner when every the urge hits you.

Au revoir

Muffled musings from downtown nowhere…

Shhhhh, you’ll wake the cows, someone has moved cattle into SAAKlank, well, not actually but it gives that rural feel, yes?

It’s quiet here, SAAK is not sure if that is necessarily a good thing …. DUCK … sorry tumble weed rolling by.

It does, however, seem to SAAK that his quiet, mostly anonymous, sheltered little existence in the big smoke has followed him all the way to the middle of nowhere… it’s been months now, nothing new, nothing exciting.. actually nothing period.

SAAK would, if he were more creative (or intelligent or that way inclined in point of fact), make some stuff up here, tell you how exciting small town life is, but he’s not .. and it’s not.. but it was his choice(ish).

Now if you don’t mind, I think SAAK will have anther beer and read a book.

As an aside, SAAK will be back in the big bad city in the first week of April .. not that is of any significance to anyone, but it classifies as big news now days…. Bye bye now