Saturday, June 25, 2016

Fritzed PC

As of last Wednesday the desktop pc is broken. Only a few months old, it is under warrSanty, but sending it to Sydney? Although our own computer man moved from Balaclava to St Kilda and then to Moorabbin and we followed him, he has now shut up shop.  He would have fixed the problem in a few minutes.  Instead it is at a professional repair place for a few days. The issue is that it would only boot to the bios screen. I could have fixed that with old Windows versions. Windows 10, I don't have a clue.
 
I don't have access to photos as recent photos are on the desk top so I will just rant a bit in the last post for a few days.

So much crap is happening with our friends.  You would think by the age of sixty plus, such rubbish would not happen.

It is rare that I finish late at work but on the very night we were going to see Sound of Music, I finished at work unavoidably late. The traffic home was hideous too and instead of being in a nice relaxed mood, I was mega stressed, as was R by me being late. 6:53, car swap, 6:54, inside. 6:57, changed clothes, 6:58 looked at not working computer bios screen 7:05 hop on tram to town, 7:17 meet theatre friends, 7:22 find a quiet corner to eat half the curried egg sandwich R had made for me as a substitute for dinner, 7:25 collect a glass of wine from R, hold it with two hands and my hands are going ninety to the dozen, 7:30 seated at the wonderful Regent Theatre for quite a good show. 

Cameron Daddo played Captain Von Trapp and I found him disappointing. The children were excellent. I've forgotten her title and I don't know her name, but the head of the abbey stole the show. She is a brilliant singer. The person who played Maria was ok. I must say, how many great songs were in Sound of Music, and a little brag that we visited Salzburg and received a commentary about the movie a few years ago.

I have been replying to comments using the note book, what has a battery so failed that it will not work without being plugged in, and swyping on tablet. So tedious, so see you in few days.


Friday, June 24, 2016

Brexit

The most astonishing thing about Brexit for me is that the northern former coal mining town in England where R hails from voted 'Stay'. R was surprised too. I looked at an map of the electorate, and I can see why. It is all about wealth, electoral boundaries and demographics.

I usually have an opinion on everything. I listen to the arguments and nod in an approving manner to both sides, as there are always convincing reasons put forward. In the case of Brexit, I was really sitting on the fence, not deciding one way or the other. What I did know is that Britain would not collapse long term because of Brexit. It is a very rich country and could certainly be self sufficient without the EU.

The voting results were fascinating as they arrived. Fen tweeted an interesting graph of the age breakdown of voting. Summed up, old people voted to leave, young people voted to stay. Old people have bitter experiences of what was essentially a vote on the free movement of Europeans coming and going into the UK and receiving benefits of being UK resident. My mantra is, once they are in your country, they deserve all rights. Whether they should be in your country, is another matter entirely, and that was more what it was about.

I do have a firm opinion on one thing, the stay campaign, the Tories in England and the EU in Brussels have only themselves to blame. They did not listen to the discontent of the people faced with increasing crowding and overloaded systems and took no significant action.  Ye shall reap what ye shall sow. Still without an opinion of whether to leave or stay, I can certainly see why leave won.

I instinctively go against what rich bastards and Tory conservatives want, but in this case, it was not so clear cut. Never mind. It is democracy and no one has come up with a better system.

Kingswood Country

It is generally a friendly rivalry between Victoria where Australian Rules Football is played, and New South Wales where Rugby League is the preferred football ball game. Each code has worked hard and spent lots at getting their form of football known in other state. The world football game, soccer as it called here and in North America, also has an increasing presence in both states.

This is the final clip I will publish from Kingswood county. Ted is viewing an AFL match with some ignorance, in the company of his son in law, Bruno (The Wog).


Thursday, June 23, 2016

LED advances

This table lamp sits on a table beside the sofa. Young children just love running their hands through the heavy strands. It was too bright with two frosted fifty watt bulbs of an unusual type. We replaced them with 25 watt bulbs but it was still too bright and annoyingly glaring at you in the corner of your eye. We took two Cling Wrap cylinders, cut lengthway about a third of them away, covered them in silver foil and put them around the glaring bulbs and they have served the purpose for a number of years.



I dispatched R to the lighting shop for new bulbs. They are not cheap; close to $5 each. The sales staff pointed out a new type of bulb, an LED bulb, that will fit the same socket. They will last for a decade, R was told.  R thought we should try them and so bought two. He began to hand over a $10 note to pay, but the cost was over $40 for the two bulbs. He hesitated, then decided at over $20 each, they would probably see him out, and maybe me too, so he bought them.


They are exactly the right strength for the lamp and we are able to do away with our home made cure of foil covered cardboard tubes. Brilliant.



Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Checking things out and an outrage

From the train I viewed an old building, which I assumed was a backpacker hotel. The very knowledgeable Hels corrected me, saying it was quite a nice hotel and indeed it is from what I saw.

No, this is not it. This is just a gratuitous photo of a nearby building. Nice, hey. Could we divide buildings by date by whether they had lifts or not? I think this one would have had a lift when it was built.




This is it, Rendezvous Hotel in Flinders Street.


Looks nice enough.


I swanned around with the confidence of a hotel guest.




OMG, this is a total surprise to me. I have been there before, down in the basement. Marie in London does terrific and no doubt very time consuming research when she writes her blog posts. She shames me and I should do more research about places I see or visit. I just googled Rendevous Hotel and I am gobsmacked.

Rendezvous Hotel used be called the Commercial Travellers Club, a place where politicians and VIPs once stayed. As I said, OMG, in the 90s that was where the gay venue The Commerce Club was, downstairs in the basement. Within was the nightclub Tasty.

When Dictator Premier Kennett was elected in the early 1990s, the police thought they could do anything and get away with it, and they often did. While I had been at the Commerce Club a couple of times, I was not there on the night of the Tasty Raid, Tasty being a name for the nightclub which came about for no good reason that I know of. Police raided the club, strip searching patrons in front of other patrons, humiliating them and generally behaving disgracefully. Patrons were eventually compensated for the disgraceful behaviour of the Victorian Police, something like about $10,000 each, quite a sum back in the 90s. I recall a female workmate who was there on the night received that sum. Drifting off topic, I am starting to forget people and the names of people from 25 to 30 years ago. I remember she and I used to banter each other with me singing the praises of the male body and she singing the praises of the female body. We both wore Doc Martins, mine black, hers purple. So long ago.

I feel myself getting angry at the memory of the Tasty Raid. Not too long after a policewoman asked me directions. Yes, that is right, police asked me for directions. The attractive young policewoman thanked me. You know the times when later you think of the perfect thing to say? We are often wise after the event and know what we should have said, but for once in my life, the words came to mouth immediately and I am quite proud of myself. I said something like, no problem, I can be nice in spite of Tasty. Her eyes rolled upwards, her head tilted upward and a grimace came to her face. 

Well, who would have thought that this would have come from seeing from a train what looked like a backpacker hotel.