Experts My Arse!

So I woke up this morning with every intention of going out and looking at digital video cameras. However, as I awoke before Helen, I did some rearranging in the lounge room, set up the TV and video - and then the cricket started. The moment I sat down in front of it, I knew that was it for the day. I was glued. But how could you not be, with Dicknose Lehmann and Steve Waugh both on the verge of scoring centuries?!
And was it only Ian Chappell and every viewing spectator in the world who knew that Tugga wouldn't declare Australia's innings closed until he made his century? For about three hours, Tony Greig, Simon O'Donnell, Warney - even Heals and Tubby - kept predicting that Australia would declare soon after lunch. And this when Tugga only needed a hundred to become the only batsman in history to have scored a century against every Test nation.
Now Tugga, whose sense of tradition and history of cricket is rivalled only by yours truly, was never going to let that opportunity pass him by - and we all knew it!
So why couldn't the so-called experts see it?

Following these comedy capers, Lid and I headed off to the Fulton's, where a Games Night Extravaganza was to be held. A typical A.Fulton BBQ was held as the meal (ie pizza), followed by games.
It was a great surprise to all that the team of Fulton The Younger, Peters and Kearin were not triumphant in the first game (which name escapes me, but is basically Pictionary with Play-Doh), as we were the masters of winning without clues even being delivered. With the focus as always on Cheathony, we went relatively unscathed - though Cheathony's team won. What does that tell you?

Following this, the card game President's & Arseholes was fought out. Shane, following his own prediction nicely, found himself as scraper for much of the remainder of the evening. What came as NO surprise, however, was the fact that the top two positions in almost every hand played were filled by the two biggest cheats it has been my misfortune to have ever played games with.
Their names? CHEATHONY and HELEN.
The games lasted until Kearo could go no longer, and broke it up with his blatant cheating, rather than the stealth used by other contestants (yes, those named above).

More group talking between the Fulton's, Kearin's and Peters' continued after the other guests had dispersed. It was also our second consecutive use of the good lounge room at the Fulton's, too! And group talking without music or TV as well. Are we getting old? Mature? Human? Actually interested in each other?

Only time.....will tell.....