Bye Bye Baby, Bye Bye!

Gday and welcome to this very first blog entry, brought to your from Sydney’s Kingsford Smith airport.
If there is one obsession I have to admit to, it’s early airport arrival. This morning was no exception. I had visions of horrific traffic jams and road works, flat tyres, forgotten tickets and expired passports, which compelled me to leave home super early. Thanks to zero traffic, Andrew’s driving (thanks pet!) and the fact that the airport was practically deserted – I find myself here, with about three hours to spare until they even consider boarding my flight, sitting all by myself by a PC writing airport minutia on my blog.
But then again - with the sun shining, the birds singing and the champagne flowing (I always thought that having your first glass before 11:00 is when you know you really made it!) – I can’t really see a reason to complain.
There’s this song that’s been playing in my head all morning (amplified tenfold by irresponsible consumption of alcohol), which I decided to make my official bye bye song. It is so lame that it is actually awesome. It is so out of touch with the real world that it defines a world of its own. Without further ado I give you the “Brotherhood of Man” (*cough*) in their Bye-Bye song!

I don't know about you, but I reckon this is really the epitome of WTF... I can't remember a purer combination of lame music, bad haircuts (and facial hair! I bet all four ended up doing budget porn!) and laughable choreography! And being a kid of 70's I have been exposed to a lot of that stuff! But then again - isn't it always the bad things that make you feel so good?

Actually, coming to think about bad things making you feel good, I think I will actually sign off now and leave you in favour of my pre-lunch gin&tonic. I promise to update you on my adventures onboard Qantas flight 73 very very soon!