The West is yet to come.

Sixteen days.

Yes, that is correct: Sixteen days before I fly out as Von Jiblets loyal escourt to the farthest western state capital in this fine country of ours. Aptly named Western Australia (we were a creative nation at federation were we not?) I have been told the strangely isolated nature of Perth makes for quite a brilliant city. So the camera batteries have been purchased and the accomodation seems to be properly booked. Now there is but one thing left to do...

I must apologise to my regular viewers for the lack of updates that will be seen here for a short while. Starting two weeks from now, the regularity of updates will probably slow for about a week and then hopefully begin again with a crack and fizzle as Von Jiblets and Le Poulet take their turf-wars interstate.

Oh, and to a fellow Antipodean (ie a kiwi) who has suggested a bledisloe cup match... Surely it would be more appropriate to have a FRENCH rugby team, being as their mascot is a CHICKEN... le Coq. OK, so le coq means 'the rooster' and le poulet means 'the chicken' perhaps we can create a new game called La Guerre des Oiseaus. Forgive my poor spelling at this time of night, that was meant to say 'battle of the birds' but I seemed to have lapsed into froggie speak for a moment.

Perhaps that is a sign to resign for the evening. Until then.