I don't seek out humour on the internet but mostly it plops into my lap. For some reason of late it hasn't so here is a repeat post of a Spanish comedian Transport Planner who talks about the 'revitalisation' of the New South Wales coastal port city of Newcastle. Some of you will remember the clip, some won't and some newer followers won't have delved back into my blog.
It matters little to me how many times I have watched this, it still makes me laugh.
So many emails to reply to, so many blog comments to answer, so many blogs to comment on, I am taking a day off.
Ah, I can write this in a minute. Because of you know what, our new car's first service was delayed but Wednesday was the new appointment and we kept it. Loose bolts were tightened up and all was checked at no direct cost to us.
We debated over getting trams to and from the car service place or taxis. R sensibly decided we were better off on empty trams than in close contact with a taxi driver.
The 58 tram was empty but the 109 had a few people onboard. R took the car there and I picked it up. I have barely driven the new car. That was nice.
About three weeks ago I noticed this car and caravan parked in Bowen Crescent, the car with a disabled parking permit in a disabled space but the caravan occupying a paid ticket parking area.
Most of Queens Road is a five lane major thoroughfare, but its beginning is very quiet and not directly connected to the busy part, with an office building one side and a small park on the other. The car and caravan were moved to this quiet part of Queens Road and has been there for more than two weeks I think.
Some years ago a person challenged his multiple parking fines when he left his car illegally parked in the City of Melbourne. A court or whatever established that someone can only be fined once for an offence. That means if you park your car illegally, you can leave it there and only be fined once.
I don't know if the caravan owners knew this but they did receive a parking ticket and that is the only one they will receive if they remain in the same car park.
I don't receive parking fines as I always park legally but I will guess the fine for not paying for and overstaying at metered parking might be $50. Even if it is more, there is only one fine and you couldn't possibly get cheaper parking in this area for anything like that for two or more weeks.
The caravan is parked next to a public toilet block, no showers. I wonder if that is relevant. I've never seen anyone come or go from the caravan. To be charitable maybe they are stranded with our lockdown.
Regardless, very cheap parking.
It is such a shame now I don't take recreational drugs and just medical drugs. How did I become such a boring old man?
I am under my cardiologist (He is not bad looking. I wouldn't mind) and I will see him on Friday for a check on my heart health and the diagnostics from the Holter monitor I wore last week.
You won't remember but my anti tremor drug conflicted with one of my heart medications, making the heart medication less effective. It is a known conflict and yet of the all the heart specialists I saw in hospital and the prescribing cardiologist, I have no idea who, it was a mere hospital pharmacist who picked up the conflict.
The anti tremor drug was quite good but of course it was taken away, your heart being more important. Some time later a new anti tremor drug was prescribed for me. It is six small capsules taken three times a day and I have been taking it, but it seems next to useless. My tremors are worse than they ever been. They are at their worst between 11am and 1pm, the exact time when we are out in public and doing things. Of late they have been so bad I can barely control the computer mouse between those times.
Yet after 5pm when I have I had my first glass of wine, my hands are nearly steady. After the second glass of wine, completely steady and I can rattle this keyboard at high speed and control the mouse perfectly.
The various brain doctors of movement disorder, neurosurgeons? Whatever, they always the question about alcohol and my tremors. Why can't a drug company put the effect of alcohol in a tablet that I can take in the morning? It can't be that hard.
My tremor won't improve as I age, in fact get worse and I can see a point in the distant future where hand wise I can barely function. God forbid that I could no longer type. One esteemed professor I initially saw said, We can drill here and put an implant into your brain and don't leave it until you are too old. I am really not wanting a Black and Decker or Ryobi drilling into my skull but....under consideration.
Off Acland Street in St Kilda. I think this was probably a commission and I like it. While not dominating, there are St Kilda symbolic images of the Palais Theatre, Luna Park, palm trees, sea shells and passing flying bats, but don't mention bats.
