JB

We're not sure if you have noticed but there are many famous men with the initials J.B.

James Bond

Jim Beam

Justin Bieber

James Brayshaw

Our favourite however is none of the above. Our JB may not be as smooth as Jim Beam, may not be able to sing as well as Justin Bieber and may not have a license to kill but to us he surpasses them all. He is tall, dark and handsome with a voice that is rich and deep like a comforting hug from mum. Although he does not enjoy games, of any sort, he certainly is ballin'.

We had the great privilege of spending the morning with this charming fellow. Breakfast would normally be just another meal but with our JB it is an adventure. We ran through the rain, fried up a large breakfast to the tortured strains of the ukulele and then feasted on our bounty whilst our hearts soared with The Evolution of the Spice Girls ZIGAZIG AHHHHH!!!!!

He is debonair, dashing and a little bit dorky and we love him to pieces. He has gone to America with TimTams, snakes and our hearts.

Good luck JB!!!!!

Op-shop gold

So I just did a little research and the 3 guys mentioned down the bottom were real bullfighters in Spain in the 60s. The writing on the cup says that there at the Madrid Bullring on Friday the 20th of May 1966 there was a special bullfight with 6 beautiful and brave bulls. Not too shabby a purchase for $1.99

Nature fails yet again

Setting: toasty warm kitchen of the Dollhouse on a cold wintry night

Cast: a lonely and melancholy P

S has gone for a few days and I although she left only a few hours ago I am starting to feel quite alone and my thoughts are turning quite bitter and depressing. Have you ever been let down by someone or a situation that promises to be so exciting and then falls short of its asseverations? I have this week. I have been heartbroken and destitute and sorely disappointed but let me start at the start of my tale of woe.

I was given an ant circus (similar to an ant farm) for my birthday a few weeks ago. I had mixed feelings about this. As a child your main foes in nature are seagulls, ants, snails and bees. Every child knows that seagulls must be chased, bees must be avoided at all costs and ants and snails must squashed. I don't know how children acquire this knowledge I think they might be born with it. With the acquisition of the ant farm I was faced with a dilemma: do I tend for and nurture for a species I have been at odds with for so many years or do I throw away a thoughtfully purchased birthday present. I decided as I am no longer a child it is time to throw childish ideas away and so I would create the greatest ant circus in the southern hemisphere. I was also excited about the prospect of waking up every morning and coming out to see new tunnels and caverns made in the layers of soil I carefully collected.

Ok so I didn't carefully collect it I just chucked some dirt in. I didn't have any of the food the book recommended like carrots, raw meat or vitamins so I put in some stale chocolate biscuits and orange marmalade. Each day I checked on the ants but there was nothing happening, in fact everytime I looked there were less ants. Now a week later there are none! I think they are all dead! Why does this happen to me? First the spiders and now the ants. I will never trust anything or anyone ever again. Maybe it was my fault because I didn't provide the correct cuisine but nobody's perfect. I thought ants were supposed to be hardy creatures, well obviously they are not. I got no joy out of this enterprise whatsoever. I am very upset and angry and I'm sorry for my grammar and punctuation mistakes in this post but at this point I'm starting to wonder if anything even matters anymore

Sydney Gets A Dash of S & P

For this blog S & P would like to take you on a journey across the sunburnt country, an excursion if you will, to see the fabulous sights of Ole Sydney Town.

Being ridiculously lucky we won a weekend in Sydney and tickets to a red carpet movie premeire for 2, all expenses paid for. A fact we felt everyone we knew (or even didn't know) should be informed of. A task we took to with the greatest enthusiasm.

Sydney has a reputation as being very multicultural and to this we can attest as our first experience was being driven to the hotel by a taxi driver with a thick accent. As practiced linguists we accertained that English was his second language and he came from the southern regions of Macedonia some 10 or 15 years ago. As an immigrant one would think he would understand what it is like to be mariginalised yet this did not stop him from roundly critiquing the inhabitants of Redfern.

One criticism of Sydney we had is that streets in Sydney go around corners. It is ridiculous! You get given the name of a street and walk up and down for half an hour in high heels on a bitterly cold night only to discover that the street that dissects is the same street that is being dissected. A pox on George Street!!! Seriously who designed Sydney CBD? ADD children? Which brings us to the second criticism of Sydney: children. More specifically children at the Taronga zoo. More specifically children watching the penguin keeper talk on Saturday afternoon. This one child pushed and shoved P, talked loudly during the presentation and pushed and kicked S. He soon desisted after the Swift Foot of Justice was rightfully administered by S.

We did love Sydney to bits. Great food, shopping, coffee, ferries, markets, patisseries, street performers, pubs, cultural features and the world's most exciting hand dryers in the public toilets at Circular Quay.