Saturday, December 29, 2018

Show us y'r tits

We bought a new low energy light bulb for our tortoise lamp. Little Jo came with us and we then went to Acland Street in St Kilda. As we stepped off the tram, I asked Little Jo if we should go left down Acland Street to a cafe or right to McDonalds. She said left, to a cafe and we had a very nice brunch at 95.

We shopped for ingredients for her to cook us all chicken souvlakis for dinner. She did well with the cooking, but it took me 40 minutes to clean up the table and kitchen after she and her Mothers left.

I preface this with saying, I don't want to see old men and women out in public with their saggy tits exposed, least of all my own. But, we did not notice quite a number of hot young men walking along Acland Street shirtless. Ok, I lie. We may have noticed them. I feel sorry for straight men who can't see young women with pert breasts walk along the street topless.

How has it come to be the male chest can be exposed, nipples and all but not women's chests, also with nipples and generally, but not always larger breasts than men.

Is it a result of some history? Is it because men see women's breasts as a sexual thing, and so they must be covered and contained. I see male chests very sexually and how lucky am I that some choose to show them.

Is it to do with feeding babies, that they become off limits for public viewing? It was a number of years ago that I first wondered about why it is a bit naughty to see women's chests, but not men's. I've never really worked it out.

And of course if a sheila exposes her tits in public, blokes go wild with cheering.

Humans are the most odd animal on Earth.

Friday, December 28, 2018

Life is a Mug's Game

Little Jo is visiting today, while her mothers' go to the cricket to see Australia lose against India at the MCG. Sister has in the past said when she has visited on a hot day, you wouldn't know it was hot outside. But she may very well say, it is too cold in here. It is not too cold. Just comfortable.

Even R now is saying how sullen and crying and difficult the twin toddlers are now. If babies pick up anxt from their mother, this is a prime example. To be fair, for some reason they did not have their morning nap on Christmas Day. Babies, babies, routine, routine. While they are clingy to their mother, fortunately they are always happy with Hippie Niece's mother and her husband's comfort, along with up to a point my Tradie Brother, their grandfather. They scream if I go near them and even R cannot win them over.

Fire Fighting Nephew's wife once told us we are her absolute favourite uncles. It was some time later that I thought about it a realised our only competition is ABI Brother. After a particularly bad child crying moment in the backyard at Oldest Niece's place on Christmas Day, as she headed inside, she said in a stage whisper to Bone Doctor and myself, and he, referring to nephew,  f***ing well wants children. This is a bit sad as the nephew is great with children and would be a great father. Maybe they will work it out. He might be a stay at home dad.

Copper Witch saw off her mother yesterday to the earth. We thought we may have been there with her for support, but we just couldn't do it. It was very hot and our thoughts were with her at 11am.

This morning blueish green scum appeared in the air con evaporation tray. I thought perhaps coolant had leaked from the unit. But after some research about that and getting nowhere, what made more sense was a blue green algae bloom, which I have done enough research about to know it is not actually algae and is dangerous to swim in or drink, for all we animals. We have no intention of bathing in or drinking the water from the evaporation tray.

I think it was in 2000 when R visited his family in England on his own. Maybe it was a year earlier. He returned with gifts and one was a couple of mugs, which I immediately liked the shape and the handle of and decided they would be mine. One broke years ago but I still have this one. It used to say dishwasher proof on the bottom of the mug, but the dishwasher has worn the words off, along with the picture, which was of Robin Hood in Sherwood Forest. The rels live in Nottingham, close to Sherwood Forest. Let me get busy with the calculator.

Say 365 days multiplied by 18 years is 6,570, less say 20 days each year when we were on holidays or it didn't go in the dishwasher makes it 6,570 less 360, which is 6,210 times in the dishwasher with very hot water and caustic detergent. I suppose that is a pretty good innings (don't mention the cricket) and the mug has lasted well.

Still, it did say dishwasher proof, but I have no way of proving it now.


Thursday, December 27, 2018

Boxing Day and a Christmas Wrap

Have I ever been to the city on Boxing Day? Well, not recently it seems as I can not remember crowds like there were today. At struck me as we drank our coffee in Swanston Street, if you took every person (later edit) who wasn't born here off the street, we would be back in a more peaceful and quieter Melbourne.

(said in the rich and lamenting tones of Barry Humphries) It was a city without bollards to protect us from those who commit murders with cars, a city with trams only 15 metres long and not 35 metres. A city where there would be a couple of greasy cafes or pubs to eat at. A city without too much colour and movement. If fact a city where you could fire a cannon down the main street on a public holiday and not hit anyone. I suppose I don't want to go back to the time, but I do miss the quiet, grey and staid Melbourne of old.

In Myer we gave up trying to get a lift to the sixth floor. They just constantly filled as they arrived, so we used the escalators instead. People were supervising both the lifts and the escalators and while it was crowded, it was all quite safe. We bought next year's boxed Christmas cards, at half price. I spotted this one and thought you might like it Maribeth.


We bought a new set of towels, bath mats and hand towel, also half price. Enough. We battled our way out of Myer and through the crowds in Lonsdale Street to QV. R bought a case for his new tablet at the big blue stationary shed. Pity it couldn't earlier supply the new tablet.

I forgot to post a photo of our Christmas tree. It gets smaller and less decorated each year. Step Mother was the only person to see it.


Christmas Eve we went into the city to see the lights. You have seen the tree earlier in the daylight. Handsome bearded man, your noggin is in my way of my shot.


Better to sit outside at Transport Bar and take photos from there.




There were crowd controllers at both Federation Square and Melbourne Town Hall.



Yes Copperwitch, I did buy that Klimt vase from Peters of Kensington. But look what our Friend in Japan sent us! And the wrapping was so beautiful. I expect I will be well over Klimt by the end of the year.



New bollards outside Flinders Street Station, protecting us here at least, but there are lots of weak spots and it is impossible to to erect protection everywhere. I liked the simple use of rocks not taller than half a metre in Barcelona.

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Sydney to Hobart

The years I follow the Sydney to Hobart yacht race, I usually pick an outsider yacht and this year is no exception. I will put my metaphorical money on the yacht being sailed by the land locked country, Hungary. Using the official website, I can follow them at sea.

Team Hungary is hoping that the 20% luck factor will be in their favour. The yacht is called M3. Listen out for as it crosses the finish line first, or not.


Skipper, Aron Ormandlaki.


The uber fit crew, used to sailing on placid lakes.


M3 has fast looking stern for the losers to watch.


Go M3!!!

Later edit: It seems M3 is out of the race, having headed for shore and made landfall at Ulladulla on the NSW coast. 

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

At the dying of the Christmas Day light

Christmas Day has come and gone now here in Australia. As you may know, I very much favour public transport, and The Guardian has put together a collection of Christmas decorated public transport vehicles.

From all around the world. Click here.

Christmas gifts

I received a new wallet from R. I am very fussy about my wallet as I like it to have certain parts to it, especially a pouch for coins. I chose it a couple of months ago and I did not look at the price. My old one was looking very shabby. I open and close it much too often. I made it so easy for him.

I bought him a new tablet. He likes to watch tv and play on his old tablet, that has become quite tired and dysfunctional. I knew what I wanted to buy, the same as my newish tablet and the price I wanted to pay. The big blue stationary supply shed had them at a good price..........but did they actually have them? No, it seems. It was usually while I was getting around for other matters, but I tried the stores in Elsternwick, South Melbourne, Richmond, Pakenham, South Yarra, along with the city store and Harvey Norman in the city. As well as not having them, in spite of scarce staff checking at different stores, the price kept going up as the couple of weeks wore on. The last place was Richmond where I could buy the display model, for full price, but it would not be available until the next day when the tech person, who has the codes to reinstate it to original, would be available. No fanks. I suppose that is capitalism, scarcity increases the price. But I am not sure that really applies in this case.

Well screw you Australian retailers! They wonder why people turn to online to buy things.

I tried to order it online at Kogan/Dick Smith, but amazingly they were out of stock. I looked again the next day, and it was now available. Well, not the same one, a better one, for a lesser price. I ordered it and it took about ten days to arrive. I think the company realised it had run out of stock for Australia (I think it came from Hong Kong), and so transferred some French models to be available to Australians. It arrived and on the outside of the box is French writing. Do I parlez vous Francais? Non! The tablet was set to French, but it was easy to change it to British English.

I wanted it charged up and set up before I gave it to R, and here is where it all went wrong, well insofar as R may have thought I was buying a tablet for him, but it was confirmed.  This takes me back to R's 50th birthday when I booked us a surprise night at the very posh Sofitel Hotel in the city. The hotel called to confirm a day or so before and R answered the phone. No surprise left. To be fair, Sofitel apologised and gave us a free bottle of good champagne sparkling wine. Gosh it was a lovely and super classy hotel back in late nineties, and probably still is.

So, I updated the operating system, the software, downloaded some apps he uses. Ahh, I can't do this thing without logging into his Google account. I did so.

As soon as I did, I heard a notification sound go off on his phone. I am so stupid!!! What he would have received would be something like this. A new device has accessed your account. If this is you, there is no need to do anything. If it is not you, please click here.

Any doubt he had about what he would receive for Christmas had gone. I suppose he was pretty confident anyway, as I think I said back in September when he was complaining about his tired tablet, 'Well, see what Santa brings you'.

Monday, December 24, 2018

Christmas Spirit

Some of you will remember this clip well as I may have posted it more than once, but it is my Christmas happy song. Not all of you will have seen it.

The lovely Kim Wilde was a little the worse for the wear as she returned to her home on the London Tube from a Christmas party with her brother. How good would it have been in the carriage with her.

One could be suspicious that she made another Tube video to deflect searches for the older one, this one.



But I just love her tipsy effort on The Tube to entertain the punters. Whoa, some redirection thing has happened. The original old one disappeared. I can see the old one here, but not on my blog.

Christmas Eve

Just a few Christmas themed photos I have taken when I have been out and about over the past few weeks. I had forgotten about Stollen until an off blog conversation with Maribeth. I remember it now, and I don't think I am that keen on it really. Aldi, South Melbourne.


The dry cleaner is up for some Christmas spirit.


Much of the city's Christmas decoration is looking old and tired, but Federation Square is quite good.









Degraves Street, Melbourne.


Collins Street, Melbourne.


Block Arcade, Melbourne.


Emporium, Melbourne.


Melbourne Town Hall.


Cartier, Collins Street, Melbourne.





 A plane tree rugged up for our hot summer in a Christmas themed knit.


I am sure the tree looks great at night when lit. Davey Street, Frankston.


Nice nose, Rudolph. Bay Street, Port Melbourne.


Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday.......whatever. Have a good day tomorrow.

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Sunday Selections

A mix of public transport and some humour for this week's Sunday Selections. See what EC and River, who was out of the starting box very early this week with a bonus Saturday posted Sunday Selections as she took off down the field from the starting gate with her ball at high speed towards the net.

Oh dear, she is getting on now. She arrived at Kings Lynn Station, Norfolk to be at Sandringham for this year's Christmas sojourn. Mind the gap Betty.



These Royal types seem to like things that run on rails. This parasite on society The People's Prince, Harry with his missus, rode on a suspiciously uncrowded, ungraffitied and window unetched and clean tram to South Melbourne Beach, while chatting to suspiciously neat school children. PR Score, 10/10.

Herald Sun.


The Age.

Not all is good about public transport. This terrible tram crash on route 25E in Lisbon resulted in 28 people being injured. It is a wonder no one was killed, although perhaps the tram had to be further damaged to extract people. It would have been ironical if 28 people were injured in a tram crash on the famous Lisbon tourist tram route, 28. They do drive the trams very furiously there, at times less than a metre from someone's front door. 




9 is one of our commercial tv stations Channel Nine, with many other interests and Fairfax Press own The Age in Melbourne and The Sydney Morning Herald, both good broadsheet newspapers, that are now tabloid in size........and perhaps becoming more tabloid by nature. The acquisition by Channel 9 will probably speed up that process. Nine tried to report it as a merger, and were quickly howled down, but with decreasing diversity of our media, who will be around to howl things down? Probably not Fairfax Press if it is to do with Channel Nine and the Packer empire. Only our ABC.


What would a post from me be without including a bit of sleaze. The bottom picture is not a child's dummy (pacifier) but nine months later, that is what may be needed.



Even the sleazebag that I am, I did not immediately get this one. Sexist really isn't it, but it amused me.