I noticed a response to one of my articles in the Daily this week.

Under the title ‘Too loud Jamie’, someone called “name supplied” criticised my lack of knowledge with regard to sound.

I apparently said 150 watts instead of 150db. Well “name supplied”, I was actually talking about the size of the PA system.

And while on the subject of sound, I find it is completely dependent on the accumulated pitch of the sound wave projecting from the speakers.

That includes, of course, the woofer and sub-woofer as to the decibel frequency and subsequent wattage. Not to mention the leder kranze homage… don’t take me on, Pedantic Pete.

It’s fate
I had just had a long conversation about how I’ve always wanted a “man’s” dog.

Something like a red cattle dog.

But I’ve never been allowed because of the girls’ love of shitzhus.

Immediately after the conversation, I drove to my friendly grocer for some supplies.

I guess I was wearing my canine needs on my sleeve, because Glenda said to me from behind the counter, “You don’t want a puppy do you?”

I was a little stunned, and responded accordingly “Er, um, what sort is it?” She smiled and said, “A red cattle dog.”

Before I knew it, I blurted out “I want it.”

Nothing will ever erase the memory of the look on Kym’s face when I had returned from the shop after having swapped my magic beans for a cattle dog.

Father’s Day
Well tomorrow’s my day.

Yes, it’s Father’s Day.

And because of my early days touring in a rock band, I generally get cards and letters from all over Australia.

I guess it will just be the normal round of gifts from my kids. You know, a noodle painting from the youngest, Poppy.

A fishing line and cup that 11-year-old Jackson would have bought at school.

Fourteen-year-old Max will find something special for me as he always does from around the house.

Seventeen-year-old Stella will give me a hug and a hand made card and 19-year-old Joshua would have stayed out all night and forgotten again.

Last year my wife gave me a box of memories, a little blue container filled with old photographs and trinkets. Can you believe that?

Nothing of any real value… just memories. Am I expecting too much?

Lets hope the present she gives me this year isn’t ticking.

Interest rate reduction
Oh my god! We got a $40 saving per month on our mortgage.

Thank you, Kevin.

Let me see, what will I spend it on? Maybe a doorknob? Or a tiny pot of paint to do the windowsill? Or better still, what about half a dozen brass wood screws? I know! What about four litres of diesel?

Ritzy restaurant running on empty
I was lucky enough to be invited to have lunch with my well-to-do friends Mike and Ron.

The well known Brisbane restaurant was completely empty but for us three desperados, at noon last Tuesday.

A waiter with a thick French accent leaned attentively over the table and said, “Can I take your order gentlemen please?”

Mike, who always takes control when ordering (I guess it’s a power thing), said commandingly, “Can we have a dozen natural oysters and a dozen Kilpatrick between the three of us for starters, thanks."

We were sipping our waters, and bagging just about everyone we work with, when all of a sudden Pierre returned and said somewhat over embarrassingly, “I’m sorry sir, but chef has only set aside one dozen oysters for lunch on Tuesday.”

Walk towards the light
While driving down from the Mary Valley the other morning at 3am, my Landrover Defender’s light suddenly shut down.

At that time of the morning, and in pitch black, all I could do was to drive exceedingly slowly while leaning out the window looking for some glimpse of a white line.

I made it to Maroochydore, and it turns out that the only thing wrong with my Landy was the light switch.

But here’s the thing about owning a British four-wheel-drive… the tiny light switch that I needed to drive in the dark cost me $407 for parts and installation.

Next time, I’m going to simply tape two Dolphin torches to the front.