Tim Smith Day APRIL 20th 2006

By an amazing quirk of fate(!?!) Tim Smith day was born.
It began with an innocent choice of t-shirt and a fantastical packet of crisps....
... but where will it end.
it was a warm morning when I reached into my t-shirt cupboard to find that all my cool shirts were in the wash - what could I wear for a funky day out with Ethan? I scrabbled to the back of the cupbard hoping to pull out an old forgotten wham shirt (go-go or choose life perhaps) or a threadbare spurs replica - but into my hand came the "Tim Smith" shirt

so I gave it a sniff, gave it a shake and duly put it on - who knows I thought - maybe I can drum up some business for my friend in England. Ethan and I went down to the ferry wharf and boarded the 10:15 to circular quay oblivious to what was about to happen....

In hindsight, perhaps I shouldn't have bought Ethan crisps for breakfast? Perhaps something more healthy (they were serving kebabs that day) - but hindsight is luxury we, like Edward John Smith (no relation) cannot afford.....
Ethan opened the packet and there it was - the defining moment in our day - the defining moment for our week - and who knows how much more

Ethan proudly held the tazo in his hand and the "tim smith" day was born. Ethan read the outside and asked innocently "is Tim Smith really a hot-shot" - "You must ask captain Mark Wylam that son" I replied and a small tear formed in the corner of my eye as I remembered Captain Wylam - what a hero - if only he hadn't gone over the top.
We started by visiting the Opera house, knowing that Tim is almost a cultural icon in Hurstpierpoint - I remember him "scratching" many a "Callas" (no pun intended) and mixing up some serious Placido on his turntables.. (by the way, send me that disk again Tim - the one you gave me was broken)

Tim Smith Day (continued)

we went on the train - it was slow - it reminded us of Tims serve

we visited the aquarium - it was wet - it reminded us of the way Tim drank (like a fish)

the harbour bridge - look down on us disapprovingly almost as though it knew what was going on but it kept silent and the arch made us think of Tims feet

we had to put on life jackets for our boat trip - no need to mention Edward John again there -

...and it was with a heavy heart that I chucked his shirt into the washing machine knowing that I probably wouldn't see it again until April 2007.........

There IS a God

....make the most of it, this will probably be the only time I EVER post a picture of a player from the wrong side of North London on a website

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Down go the cans
I'm not touching you part 2
The raspberry bogey
He may not look like Anna Kournikova but...
He can run too
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