Going to the Show To See The Bulldogs

On the train to the Showgrounds to see the bulldogs being shown, wondering about my decision already, with a train packed with people who are talking incessantly, like their lives are important and not the product of over breeding, and who smell. Did any of these people wash this morning? There is definitely a waft in the air, of man made fibres and stale ooze.

The Malamutes were on when we got there. Then it was the Great Danes, and they were frisky.

Then it was the bulldogs, they were great. I picked the best in show, not that I really know anything about the finer points of bulldogs.

We ate hot jam donuts, it was the show after all.

The show grounds were packed, so many people with prams. Still, it was a sunny day.

We pretty much left after the bulldogs were done. The train from the show grounds is easy as.

We ate Nasi Lemak in Elizabeth Street on the way home.

It was the last day of our Foxtel subscription, so we watched Grimsby and the Ali G movies, oh my god what Sasha Baron Cohen gets away with?

We ate Cheezels and ice creams for diner. Our diet, right?

We watch Snowden the movie. Joseph Gordon Levitt is so cute. America is tracking every mobile phone in the world? WTF?