Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Crap driving

I noticed when we went to the wedding way out in the west country of Victoria, how much better the standard of driving is than around Melbourne. Melbourne drivers are appalling. Arrogant, ignorant, stupid, hesitant..........just thoroughly incompetent.

Sunday before last, we went to Geelong to see Little Jo perform in her theatre group and again, once away from Melbourne, the standard of driving improved.

We stopped off at the take away Scottish restaurant, and noted how high the water in the drain creek had risen during our recent rains. We always used to stop there when journeying west to see our old friend at the foot of Mount Elephant and later to see Sister in Highton, a Geelong suburb, for a break and food for us, and a break for our dogs. Naughty Toby once plunged into the creek, which later made the car rather messy.

I think you can see how high the water was is creek/drain in my camera photo.

We just had to time to check that the Geelong Christmas tree was up and ready to perform.

Little Jo has been rehearsing, for singing carols at the lighting of the local Christmas tree, that can be seen many kilometres out into Bass Strait. The tree lighting was rained out and the performances were held in the local school. She has been rehearsing for this performance of Snow White this day, and rehearsing for her role as a boy in a amateur theatre production of Peter Pan. Frankly dear reader, June past, she was pretty ordinary on stage. This December she has learnt how to project her voice, move on stage and so much more. We were very pleased with her in the show, and it was mercifully short.

Afterwards we had dinner with Little Jo's Mothers and her bio father and his wife and grown up daughter at ok pizza place. It was all very nice, but just all so very exhausting, hence me being unwell the next day and not going to work.

Little Jo on the far left, playing Snow White's mirror. She looked good and performed well.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Mother Amusement

From one of those $2 type shops, Mother bought some rolls of Christmas wrapping paper, as you do. Two of the rolls had pictures of Santa on them and a little writing that she assumed said something like Merry Christmas or Season's Greetings. Once home she examined the paper a little more carefully and realised to her horror that the words sprinkled all over one roll was "You fat bastard, Santa". Another roll said, "Santa, you s**t me".

She was putting them in the recycling bin as she had no intention of using them when a neighbour popped over. "Mrs C, why are you throwing out that wrapping paper?" The neighbour was in hysterics when she saw what was on the paper. We all laughed as Mother told us and I rather wish she had the wrong glasses on and used the paper to wrap presents.

Interestingly, she actually said the s**t word. As a young teen she once slapped my face for saying that word, and I've never heard her say it before.

It will happen to you and me

There have been the deaths of a couple of people this week past who I feel are worth noting. One was Rosemary Margan, our commercial tv Channel 9 weather presenter back in the 70s and 80s...... or maybe that was the 60s and 70s. She wrote on a glass or perspex screen in front of her the temperatures around Australia from behind the screen, so writing numbers backwards. Or so I thought. It turns out the magic of television just flipped the image.

I last remember Rosemary advertising products in the ads before movies. She was classy and likeable. (PS Tarn off does actually work as Rosemary described, but who knows what it does to your fine silver?)

If she did not bring down Harold MacMillan's Tory government, the ever so glamorous Christine Keeler came pretty close to doing so in the 1960s. She was, how should I say it, a hostess, and a comforter to foreign diplomats. It seems it did not bring her wealth or long term glamour. She should have been the blackmailer and had a Derek to do her shopping.

Bye bye Rosemary and Christine.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

The 1930s

It was quite a while ago when we visited an exhibition at The Ian Potter Gallery at Federation Square. We enjoyed the thirty or so minutes we spent looking at an eclectic collection.

This is classic Sydney photo taken at Kings Cross, from memory by the brilliant Max Dupain, at the corner of Darlinghurst Road and William Street.

R and myself looked at each other and snap. Dame M, our late friend. Glamorous, bored, jaded and always with a drink. The only thing missing is the cigarette.

I don't know why, but I really liked this painting.

Classic old radios, taken in darkness, so not great photos. If you want to see a gorgeous radio, have a look at one of the ones we saw at MOMA in New York.

I love old travel posters.

The trouble with posting photos long after you have taken them is that you forget what they are about. I don't have a clue about this one.

This looks like....maybe.....

Not so long ago I showed you reflections from windows at Federation Square. See here and here. These are the windows looking out.

Saturday, December 09, 2017

Please Mr President

The ever so brilliant English tv show Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister had an episode where the biggest threat to a politician's career was to appointed Minister for Northern Ireland. 'Please Prime Minister, not Minister for Northern Ireland. Give me the Ministry for Health or Transport, but not Northern Ireland'.  It was something like that.

I wonder if diplomats in Israel are feeling a bit like being appointed Minister for Northern Ireland. The American embassy in Israel is in the very civilised, open and embracing seaside city of Tel Aviv. For some reason beyond my understanding, Trumpet wants the American embassy to relocate to Jerusalem. It seems like he may have his way. Are American diplomats in Israel pleading, 'Please Mr President, not Jerusalem. Anywhere but there'. From my understanding, I should think so.

So why does Trumpet want the embassy in Jerusalem and not Tel Aviv? As I suspected, he doesn't really give a toss, but here is the reason. I don't vouch for the accuracy of this, but you can bet it is payback for some benefit Trumpet has received. Israel needs to be careful which dog is sleeps with and what sort of fleas it may pick up. If Trumpet has been consistent in anything, it has been his inconsistency. From one media source, which I forgot to note down

Trump has long championed the causes of those on the hard-right of Israeli politics.
Not least because they have supported him. Take Las Vegas casino tycoon Sheldon Adelson - a passionate supporter of radical Jewish settler groups in Jerusalem.