Williamstown, physics and idiot

With the weather getting a little cooler it’s not enough to rely on peeking at each other’s midrif and getting drunk. We’ve got to expand our on-and-off boat stimulation as movement is restricted by the weather. As I learnt on Sunday – it’s all physics. Not knowing that would be so idiot. And we we’re now in Williamstown.

Confused? I was too after missing last week’s outing where Onsie went for a dip. Suddenly the conversation revolves around physics, and idiot.

Soon though I realised that “physics” is the answer for everything – “How come the motor is making that sound?” “It’s physics” – oooohhhh I thought as the confusion of it being bleedingly obvious that of course it was physics and that it was way too simplistic an answer.

The “idiot” phrase is better. A couple of weeks ago someone (on land, tsk tsk) said something around him that didn’t really make sense. Without hesitation he scoffed, “Ha! That is so idiot!” Need I say more.

Williamstown

We made it passed the Royal Vic Yacht Club bar and onto the Williamstown foreshore. Very pretty. I’d include a photo but the camera ran out and flickr doesn’t have one. Wikipedia does an OK job though.

Advertisement