Sun 28 March 2004 - Finger in your ear
Footy tipping… 7 out of 8. Not too shabby for the first round. Would have been a perfect 8 out of 8, but I was foolish enough to be loyal to my own team and tip Geelong.
The other week I went and saw the doctor about the headaches I’d been getting. Turned out to be a similar diagnosis to a couple of years ago (probable inflammation of a muscle in my jaw), but during the examination he was prodding and poking various points around my head. At one point he stuck a finger in my ear and instructed me to open and close my mouth. Various bones in my head moved like cogs in a machine, and he found his finger stuck. In my ear.
It came unstuck when I closed my mouth again, and he remarked that it surprised him when it happened. Funny stuff.
A few hours later I was with lovely girlfriend, eating lunch al fresco, munching on an enormous (and delicious) foccacia at Gunter’s in Elsternwick. Two people came by and sat at the table next to us. I started to tell the ear story, and they got up and moved inside. Obviously this was too vulgar for their delicate sensibilities.