Signs of Melbourne part III

It's bloody hot.

Question of the Day: Whats the score?

While walking through town with my fiancee the other day, we passed a pub which I popped into just to check the score of a cricket match. Why? I really wasn't that interested in the game, and knowing the score would in no-way influence anything I was doing; so why did I do it?

Is checking the score the male equivalent of window shopping? Or is it not really about checking the score, but actually watching perhaps 5 seconds of sport? Further still, perhaps it is used for some sub-conscious, competitive advantage where knowing the score perhaps makes one look better than others?

Then again, maybe I was just seeing how the game was progressing.

Signs of Melbourne

Another example of technology and nature working harmoniously here in the Garden State:

Top 5: Farming songs

As I'm looking to get my old 'tree change' underway, I was thinking that a soudtrack would be needed, so here we go:
5) Green Green Grass of home, Elvis Presley
The king at his almost best. Lots of crooning and...actually, this could be almost any Elvis song. I suppose it gives little room for saying "I don't like THIS song".
4) Down on the farm, Guns 'n Roses
Healthy mixture of filthy AC/DC inspired lyrics and a degenerate view of country life.
3) Wynona's Big Brown Beaver, Primus
Primus combined an excellent baseline with some good ol' boy c&w. One of the best music videos ever, not that it will do me much good in the fields.
2) My rifle, my pony and me
I like everything about this song. It has an odd contribution from a wino, a whistling solo, Ricky Nelson and Dean Martin (as another wino), and it infers that all a man needs is a pony and a rifle (obviously to ensure that the pony complies with keeping life sweet).
1) Foggy Mountain Breakdown, Earl Scruggs
Nothin' like a bit of banjo to get you going in the morning. Earl Scruggs; legend.