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Whew .... I Hope Christmas is Better

Well, while Easter is normally a time for chokkie egg hunts and fun with the great-great-great grandkids this year it's been a bit of a pisser.

What began as a potentially wonderful feast of TV sport - with Aussie Rules, rugby, English soccer and rugby league - turned to couch-potato ashes as almost every single team this old codger follows got beaten.

Now to many that's not a big issue, but to we sporting fans the loss of a side can colour the following days.

Even munching on the marshmallow easter egg didn't bring me much joy - mainly because I dribbled half of it all over my beautiful new Colonel Sanders-like white suit.

Add to that the death of the Queen Mum - God bless her - and I was really looking forward to Easter finishing and getting back into work.

That was until I opened my first email - excluding the 300 viagra, printer ink, teen cam and hot-loving spam messages - and found that I'd bored John from Sydney with my "leaden humour" over the George Dubya Bush quotes. He went as far as to say that I should leave trying to be funny to those who are.

Now I reckon that was going a bit far and have a suspicion that poor Johnno had just watched all his teams lose too, but didn't get the benefit of a comforting marshmallow Easter Egg. (Although he did do the right thing by putting his full name and phone number on the email so you've got to give him points for that.)

Fortunately the next batch of messages - including a fair posse of ones from America (Hi ya Seppos!) - boosted the battered and mauled self-confidence of this chap.

And to Arthur, I take your point on television coverage of AFL matches now being at appalling times of the day and night - but am ever so glad you've converted to the Game They Play in Heaven (Go Wallabies!). Mind you, with the woeful crap on our free-to-airhead channels, forking out the dosh for pay may not be a bad thing.

Now, John, have you heard the one about ...?

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