You little ripper!

Onya socceroos!

Our research group is currently hosting an Aussie visitor. He's an emeritus professor of maths at UNSW, so he knows Savkin etc, and in fact he lives in Maroubra, just a couple of hundred metres from my old abode. (Oh, I miss the bra).

He worked in Denmark for 30 years, until last year, but has still retained his Aussieness to an admirable degree. E.g., he's only visiting us for two days, but there was absolutely no question that thisarvo we would be planted in from of the TV in the break room with a couple of cold ones.

Some comments from him during the match:

1. On a certain Japanese player: What kind of man plays football wearing pink boots??
2. To the referee, after the controversial Japanese goal: You'd better not show your face in Cronulla, mate.
   
3. After the match, when asked by the German "well, should we get some work done now? it's only an hour till dinner": Yeah, I guess so. We've drunk all the beer, right?
   

Anyway, now it's only half an hour until dinner. A nice all-expenses-payed dinner (with celebration beers) on a converted restaurant-boat down at the river.

In other news, it's definitely summer now. It doesn't get dark at all anymore. It's kinda funny seeing a weather prediction that says "Monday morning: sunny, 20 degrees. Monday afternoon: sunny, 25 degrees. Monday night: sunny, 22 degrees".

A recent pic of Umeå summerlife: