In our quest to find a decent pool club in the centre of town myself and the Other Woman ventured to Rileys in Victoria last night. And we were quite impressed: drinkable beer, a cheeky little red wine, decent food and good tables. There were a few City twats trying to big themselves up but everyone treated them with the disdain they deserved and they soon pissed off.
The Other Woman also told me of her dad’s latest impulse purchase – a wheelchair…
Now this is not as bonkers as it sounds because the Other Woman’s father has Parkinson’s and he’s bought the chair in preparation for when the illness eventually takes hold and he needs help with his mobility.
But this is some considerable time off yet and the Other Woman is convinced he’s simply getting her and other members of the family to wheel him around when he feels like a bit of relaxation or attention – or if he just can’t be arsed to move anywhere under his own steam.
Thoughts of the Other Woman grumpily wheeling her dad around the house at the drop of a hat make me smile. Especially as when everyone else leaves the house I bet he gets out of the chair and goes to play on the pool table he bought last year.
I think he’s a genius…
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