To begin with the important stuff, didn't Camilla look generally boringly beigely dressed while she was here in Australia. Even our ruler, the Battenberg woman, is not afraid to wear strong colours. Yet I just saw Camilla in New Zealand and she looked ok, in black and white. I kind of like seeing Chas and Cam together. They are such a suitable couple and I will have no truck with R saying, 'it is a pity he had to bump off his first wife to find true love'.
Last night before slumber I noticed a tweet from the Minister for Public Transport, Daniel Bowen. The tweet suggested the Queenscliff Blues Train had crashed. Naturally when I woke this morning, I expected to hear about it on the radio news. No, not at six, nor seven, but eventually on the 7.45 news. Nothing in electric newspapers either, early in the morning. It was simply a stupid car driver at a level crossing getting in the way of the train.
Last night we dined at Tandoori Cottage in East Malvern, as we have many times, always having the minimum priced banquet. The staff are usually male, but last night they were female. One who served us was of Indian origin but very Australian and it made such a difference being able to easily communicate with the staff. I actually heard the names of the dishes when they were served. Good tucker, as always. I recommend the joint.
R's Garmin sat nav froze last Friday. I/we spent much time trying to get it to boot up, without success. I googled, I read FAQs, I did everything. We returned it to Harvey Norman in town but it has to be sent away and R would be without it for at least a few days. He needs it. He is not a map reader person and might go to five different address in a day while working. He enters the addresses the night before. So, he just bought another one, a NavMan this time. The cost was outweighed against the stress of having to try to find his way around by the Melways. No, google maps on the phone won't do, even though we have the car bracket. The second sat nave does some things better than the other one, but other things not as well, which is exactly what you would expect for similar level machines.
What on earth did the BBC do? Without knowing the details, a current affairs show accused someone mistakenly? It was so serious, the boss of the BBC has resigned. Gee, given the Jimmy Saville business, you would think staff would be extra careful. As for Saville and the BBC perhaps overlooking the blunt instrument it was being hit on head with, they were perhaps different times. What is now judged as a serious crime, perhaps in the past was a bit of a nudge nudge, wink wink matter. I don't recall any mention of him having sex with anyone prepubescent but the law states a certain age. Without doubt, he was wrong. But I wonder should I have older guys who I hit on when I was young charged? Of course not. There is young and there is young and it is an absolute minefield. It is often suggested that it is about power, but in Saville's case, I doubt it. He was just there for what he could get, some instant sexual gratification. While he was a serious sleaze bag, was he really a pedo in the non legally defined manner?
After three weeks of 7.30 rises, today it was a 6 o'clock rise. The sunrise was stunning. Seven balloons landed in Fawkner Park. Best of all, a huge cruise liner arrived, apparently the biggest by passenger numbers to ever dock at Station Pier. I wonder if my new camera captures the ship any better than my old one could snap an arrived ship. You be the judge. I think it is better. Click on it to see a bigger Voyager of the Seas.
The sun is setting at the Highrise. R cleaned the place from top to bottom today. It is sparkling. Outside on the balcony, the traffic has died off, as had the wind, and only the white noise from Kingsway remains. It is pleasantly warm this evening, at 24 degrees but in no time at all, I will be complaining about the heat.
I suppose I should say life is good.