Party plan worth every cent
The best money I ever spent was hiring the people from the Fun Factory to run Jackson’s 10th birthday last Sunday. We had 21 boys, 10 and under on your normal-sized house block. It was like a commando raid. Right from the get-go a team of specialists arrived at my house and herded the kids onto a large plastic square with an inflated surround, squirted washing up detergent on it and watched them all fall over, cackling beyond belief in their party clothes. The piece de resistance was the 1.8 metre human bowling ball. Your kids are strapped in and rolled along the footpath into massive pins. One word of warning, only do that before the fairy bread.

Discovering Kin Kin
Okay I admit it. I had never been to Kin Kin. That is until Wednesday of this week and I’m here to tell you that it’s possibly the quaintest most peaceful little town I’ve ever seen. I suppose all you “locals” have known this for years but it was new for me. The classic colonial Country Life hotel is the first thing you see. You could, as I did, stop at the general store and say hello to Gerry. He’ll tell you what’s happening around the place and if you get time, have a Sunday lunch at Kin Kin Manor. It’s just opened and they’re definitely out to impress. Believe me, it’s all I could do to get out of the town without selling up and buying a Kin Kin place of my own.

Easter Bunny
So good I am at replicating the Easter Bunny that one year after I’d put footprints down the hallway and into the kids’ rooms, frantically gnawed the carrots they’d left out and finished the performance off by turning the glass of milk on its side as if it was spilled in a feeding frenzy, the children came running and screaming into our bedroom at first light fearing a wild animal had been in their room the night before. This year I’m just saying “Happy Easter” and handing them the chocolate.

How funny’s that?
After dropping a fellow radio announcer home because of a roster mix-up during my show, I thought it would be funny to fill the time away with a phone call back to the station. I went even further than that. For some reason I had a rush of blood to the head and like a show-off vying for attention live to air, I said “If you’re driving a green Hyundai and I’m behind you in my big black fourwheel drive, pull over and I will give you one thousand Zinc 96 dollars”. With no permission from station management to spend this money whatsoever, bugger me if the driver of the car didn’t put his hand in the air and pull over. Congratulations Terry from Maroochydore. Please don’t cash my personal cheque until I tell you there’s enough money in that account.

NRL tipping
You may not know it but I am in the Sunshine Coast Daily footy tipping column. In fact I was one of the first people to recognise that South Sydney would be a force to be reckoned with. But I have a problem. My problem is that I refuse to tip against the Broncos. I have let blind faith and emotion into my decision-making process. And now that I’ve done that, it’s understandable that my tipping is completely shot to pieces because the Broncos, whom I love and respect, are playing rugby league like the Gunalda bingo ladies.

Chinese restaurant
As promised I went to the new Chinese Restaurant at Pacific Paradise, “Simon Kings”. Kym ordered mixed entrée, two chicken and sweet corn soups, sang choy bow and a fresh seafood supreme combination. I’d already bought a cheap bottle of vinegar….oops I mean wine. All that, and green tea for under sixty bucks – pretty good. The only downside was that I sat next to the live mud crab in the tank who kept tapping on the glass and mouthing the words “Crab meat gives you the runs!”