I’m sick of stupid things. I have to stop thinking of all the moronic people who made schools hateful places for innocent children. I have so many stories to tell but not now. I am sick of people saying they don’t accept Global warming when we have a drought of huge proportions in southern Australia, floods in Townsville that break records and artic cold in … Continue reading Stupid people
If we get a move on and hitch up our britches we could just about get all the way around the island before the sun goes down. So let’s cast our eyes at the map once again. We will drive anticlockwise – (a direction difficult to explain to idiot children who have only ever seen a digital clock. I have also seen the word changed into … Continue reading Phillip Island – Rounding up the tour
To check Melbourne’s weather go to link. http://www.bom.gov.au/products/IDR022.loop.shtml I told her not to worry ‘bout it raining. “Hang the washing out and take a nap If you keep a good watch on the TV It’ll show where it is raining. On the map.” And I’ll tell you how to stop yourself from drowning It’s doesn’t mean you hafta learn to swim. If the … Continue reading Weather!
I was dreaming in bed – as the thunder Crashed through that part of my brain That was shuffling old things in my memory And flushing them straight down the drain – That the butler would bring in my breakfast Poached herring or catch of the day Or banana and blueberry pancakes Or Benedict eggs on a tray. But the thunder I mentioned beforehand Made … Continue reading A breakfast for kings
We had arrived in Goondiwindi the night before in the dark. Goondiwini is a town with an urban population of approximately 5,500. and as I said earlier it is on the MacIntyre River. This is my first opportunity to reveal a gap in my story. I think we missed about 100 km and, at my insistence, we did drive back over the river the … Continue reading The Road Trip – #9 Goondiwindi to Dalby.
In regard to the “Road Trip” posts, it has been an interesting trip for me in quite an unexpected way. I think I said a number of times that I wanted to show you a different picture of Australia from the common. But what it has done is to awaken in me memories I had forgotten but which now seem to be relevant. Some of … Continue reading Cracks in the Wall.
In my town, when we were young there were no foreigners. No migrants. If there were we did not know them. Oh, Yes. There was the Balt Camp. Out near the golf course Hidden behind trees. We were warned not to go there. They came from Russia – we were told. Now I know they fled from Russia. Now I know they were good people. … Continue reading Bahçıvan ve eşek and my father.
LordBeariOfBow has a post that refers to the laconic speech of the Australians and also regrets the passing of old times. I am in agreement with all this. Australian slang, idioms and irony scatter their ways throughout Australian literature and I wish to add my favourite example. I needs must give this to you in two bites – one today and the rest a bit later. … Continue reading William Shakespeare and the teaching thereof.
I thought I saw a butterfly As I came out my door, Or p’raps a little orange moth I’d never seen before. I wasn’t wearing glasses And I blinked against the light It was an orange butterfly (or moth) I’m sure I’m right. I didn’t have my camera. I’d left it in the shed. I went back in to get it and I hope it … Continue reading Illusion
One of my favourites. But it wasn’t the only version. BUT AS ALWAYS THERE WAS THE OTHER VERSION. And we are thinking of you Aretha Continue reading Aretha