buter's BABY blog

Oh dear. I've hijacked a line from HMS Pinafore for a post title. No matter how much I resist, the damn musicals have permeated my reality matrix.

So anyway, last night DTM and I sat around sipping cocktails in the Monkey Bar before going to see Phoenix's latest production. Okay it's not the Slip Inn of the title, but it's still an establishment that serves alcohol, and maybe a Danish Prince will turn up there one day....

Being a bar, on a Friday night, there was the typical "Froiday Noight Footeee" on the screens with associated garbled noise blaring from the overhead speakers. One of the more annoying things about Froiday Noight Footeee in Sydney (or maybe Australia..) is that it spawns "Tipping Competitions". These things might be more interesting if they actually involved tipping of say, cows, or tipping as in gratuity, but in fact it's not. It's about picking the teams which will win over a given weekend of the annual Footeee season. Highly interesting, I know.

So despite my sport-free world, somehow I got roped into joining a tipplefootle competition at my place of work. I'm still not sure how it happened. I think I'm just too nice. The first week, I made a little bit of effort and chose teams based on which uniform I liked best. The second week, I used the "randomiser" function of the tipping service provider. Both methods provided very average results (I got less than 50% right). So I've got a new theory: the team name that comes earlier in the alphabet is going to win. It's less effort than choosing the uniforms, and more thought than bonking on the "randomise me" button. I figure it's a nice compromise, and anything over 50% right is a bonus.

The other annoying thing about Froiday Noight Footeee is the way it overwhelms almost any medium of news or current affairs on Fridays .... but that's another rant.

I'm going to see the Archies today. I think that will be a good antidote to Footeee Tipping.