ANZAC Day

Anzac Day was my undoing. My unspoken pledge to myself to blog every day- shattered by the amount of alcohol I drank.

I'm Australian, and for anyone who doesn't know, Anzac day is when we commemorate the Australian and New Zealand forces who died at Gallipoli, and at more recent conflicts.

I didn't go to any of the dawn services as 4am is a foreign country to me, but I went with a friend to a 10am service in a tiny country town called Lyndurst,  (population 385) where a travelling pipe band lead a march half a block to the town hall. It was very nice, very peaceful and kind of sad.

There was a church service that bored me, but was lightened immeasurably by an old lady who kept calling out corrections to the man leading the service. (Not yet, do this first, his name is henry not harry etc)

Then my friend (who I'm going to call Taj because it's a nice short name,) and I, ate curried egg sandwhiches with the people of lyndhurst, who were all friendly and all rather old.

Anyway, when we finally went back to my hometown, we went on a pub crawl. This is the other traditional way of celebrating ANZAC day and unfortunately we ended up drinking from about 2pm till 10, at which point I was so drunk I had to go home. I remembering looking at my laptop and thinking, I'm sure there's something I have to do today, but then I fell asleep on the carpet in front of the fire, so it became something of a moot point.