Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Australia Day Holiday

This 27th? day of January was a strange day. It's a public holiday after Australia Day because Australia Day fell on a weekend. As a poor, rich, just ok self funded retiree, there are times when I would like to work and a public holiday is a good time to work where I was employed. It was either the day off with base pay if you weren't required to work, an extra day's pay if it was your normal day off and if you worked, double time plus one half. The workplace was quiet and it was easy money if you worked. I didn't really like this public holiday. Nothing was normal.

But perhaps this was not helped by being up at 6, not far from the time I normally rise, but R was out of bed by 6.30 instead of 9 to 9.30. Jo has been curious about sea cruising so Sister and Jo took a sampler cruise, departing our Station Pier at 4pm Friday and returning this Monday morning at 7am. We were up and prepared to collect them by car, have coffee and then drive them to Spencer Street Station to catch a train to Geelong, where Bone Doctor would pick them up.

Just before we showered Sister called and said that their book off time from the ship was 9.30 and they just wanted to get home and not to bother collecting them as they could get the tram to the station. After niceties, I said to her that we out of bed early for no reason. Yeah, ok Sister, here are the tram directions.

I must have made her feel guilty as she called back a bit later, indicating it would be great if we could collect her and Jo. The ETA dropped from 9.30 to 9.00.

R was fuming at being so manipulated. I said to him, well, do we have anything better to do?

R always likes to be early and so we were, hanging around from about 8.30 to 9.00 waiting for them to disembark. R was in a foul mood. I left him sitting in the hot sun while I stood in the shade. It was a really nice morning weather wise.

I called Sister and told her to indulge in civil disobedience and just walk of the ship, and she did. Both Sister and Jo enjoyed the cruise but said cruising was not really for them in the future, as it is not for me.

We were at the pier for coffee and a walk the day they left and a Norwegian cruise ship was in.

We had coffee with Sister and Jo at the bakery in Port Melbourne and we dropped them at the station to catch the 9.50 train to Geelong. Not so many trains to Geelong on a public holiday. Of course Sister had forgotten Jo's public transport card and had to buy a new one.

Back home by 10, and wondering what do we do now?  This is about the time we are showering and dressing to go out.

R was content to stay at home having a nap and battle with tv technology.

The Pakenham/Cranbourne/Frankston train lines have been shut down for a month but they reopened today. I thought I would take a little ride to see what I could see. I did see a little of interest after catching the tram to South Yarra Station and the express train to Caulfield and back. Thirteen train drivers were stood down this morning for refusing to drive trains over the new tracks as they thought they had insufficient training. Normally I would be supportive of comrades but I think they are wrong on this count. They saw a twelve minute instructional video and the driver of the train I travelled on drove very slowly on the new tracks between South Yarra and Hawksburn. The return journey was a bit faster. The bonus of driving slowly from South Yarra to Hawksburn was that the train was then late and time needed to be caught up. We zoomed along as an express train to Caulfield and my phone app recorded a top speed of 82 km/h, 81 on the return journey. If bright new copper wire is your thing, here is a photo. The work that has been done along the line has been amazing. 

Tram to South Yarra, express train to Caulfield, express train back and tram back home. I think I was out for about an hour. 

Yeah, kinda of a strange day.

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Australia Day

Mucked that up didn't I. I thought Monday was Australia Day, not today, so two posts today and probably nothing tomorrow.

Our Aboriginal citizens who know Australia as Invasion Day have my sympathy. I have no strong feelings about the date, so if it would appease them, then let it be another day. Celebrating what was the establishment of a penal colony doesn't do much for me either.

Happy Australia Day to the rest of us with us having a not so bad country, even though we seem in crisis at the moment.

Happy Republic Day to India.

Happy Chinese New Year, the year of the rat. Photos are of department store David Jones window display.  I thought it was Year of the Rat myself, rather than rodent.

This is the Australian flag. Let's pull it apart, although not literally. Desecration of our flag is verboten. Top left we have the flag of Great Britain, the Union Jack, reflecting white Australia's early origins and heritage. The red vertical and horizontal cross represents the patron saint of England, St George. The diagonal red cross represents the cross of St Patrick, patron saint of Ireland. The diagonal white cross represents the cross of St Andrew, patron saint of Scotland and the patron saint of Wales St David is represented by.....well, he isn't. Later edit: Marie, aka Fun60, of London corrects me in a comment below. 

The helpful information below the Australian flag explain what the stars are about. I think the seventh point to represent the territories was a later addition. 

Sunday Selections

Joining with Elephant's Child and others, this week's Sunday Selections are photos I have come across on the net.

Not too many Melburnians would know that the route 67 tram once went from Carnegie to St Kilda Beach via Dandenong Road, St Kilda Junction and Fitzroy Street. Photo by David Featherstone.

A little artwork from a Frenchman's blog, who writes in French, which of course it easy enough to translate, but I don't bother. Nevertheless, among the challenging things he at times posts, there are some gems.

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. This is an artist's drawing and it was never actually built, and thank goodness that Pittsburgh did not end up with a people moving crate.

How lucious is this early 20th century photo (glass print whatever that means) of Sydney's Circular Quay. Behind the tall building at the rear would have been the castle like Fort Macquarie tram depot, demolished to build the Sydney Opera House on the same site.

A formal ceremonial march in the same era, also at the Quay.

Trams lined up to clear the crowds from Sydney's Randwick Racecourse. Fantastic crowd clearing video at this post of mine, the last video, of trams at a Randwick Racecourse meeting.

Along with our photos online when we visited Sea Life aquarium, oddly this pair of visitors were included. Mine is not bad but yours has a bit of weight on.

On this day I read on Twitter that Melbourne's oldest brick building is on the north east corner of Elizabeth and Collins Street. I had to locate myself and think about which direction is north east, but there you have it. I took a photo of the building a couple of weeks ago, just because I liked it.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

The Female Publican

Australia has a long history of female publicans, that is owners and or licencees of hotels where there will at least be a bar for drinking and meals available. In days of old such hotels normally offered accommodation too.

It was one business where a woman was respected as an owner or licensee, but perhaps not her female staff, although female bar staff usually knew how to look after themselves. My step mother was a barmaid for some of her working life and she knew how to look after herself. Actually, I take that back. Your average bloke pub drinker could go too far when he had taken a good drink, but generally barmaids were respected and if one man went out of line, others would pull him back if he was harassing the barmaid.

My father in his young days drank at the Notting Hill Hotel and here is a great tribute to the woman licensee, Kath Byer.

All history. No female publicans around now....or are there. One hotel we have been going to for years in run by the sister of a former Premier of Victoria. I know her well enough but someone else told me of her brother connection.

Another we have been going to for a number of years took some of my personals observation to work out. Who was this a bit drunk woman berating bar staff behind the bar? Later I saw her sitting in a comfortable hotel chair sipping a Scotch as she read a book.

I've seen her a couple of times since with a glass of beer and reading her book. I guess she lives in an apartment in the upper level of the hotel.

She was in the bar during our last hotel visit. To one of her Indian born employees with her stern face set, she clicked her fingers, as if to say, boy, do this. I then saw her circulating among diners she knew. We are normally there on a Friday or Saturday night, not a Tuesday and I have not seen her circulate among diners before.

But then as we were leaving, I saw her talking to the aforesaid Indian lad who she had earlier clicked her fingers to, laughing and with her hand on his shoulder.

Nowt as queer as folk and what is better than emancipated female publicans who made it in a world of blokes.

Friday, January 24, 2020

Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

I think the original line was Food, Food, Glorious Food. Was Mud, Mud from a Monty Python work? So apt if it is marking the death of Terry Jones.

River sent a huge amount of dust across to us last night (thanks for that hon) and it combined with rain that in the dark we thought was marvellous. Not so marvellous when I stepped onto the balcony in the half light of dawn and noticed a strange colour on the surface. I didn't think much about it and went back to sleep. Later I woke to hear on the radio about our muddy rain overnight. What a mess, not just on our balcony, which I spent half an hour cleaning today and the glass is still filthy, but all over the city is mud. Some cars look like they have been in outback Australia. Car wash business owners were out dancing on the street. Today when we were out we couldn't sit on any kind of permanent outdoor public seating as it is all filthy. Everything is so dirty. I hate it. Only clean rain will clear the filth away from everything.

I was hoping to keep this post a bit on the light side, but how can I when three US Americans have been killed in a plane crash while fighting fires in New South Wales. So very sad. Canberra Airport was shut down as it was threatened by fire. A Queanbeyan dump caught fire with toxic black smoke rising into the atmosphere. Also Prime Minister Morrison's father died a couple of days ago, so I won't get stuck into him in this post.

This morning ABI Brother called and cancelled our normal visit to Mother. They had no power, scheduled maintenance, and Mother was so terribly unwell. We were kind of relieved. R's back has gone bad. But we will have to take her out for a Sunday drive instead. She has been working up to this for a while.

We had a great visit from Jo on Tuesday, she and R cooking pizzas and salad for dinner for Jo, her mothers and us of course. We caught the 67 tram to Elwood and then walked along a couple of streets to St Kilda Botanical Gardens where I had been a couple of weeks ago. We showed her the ill proportioned rotunda where a family photo was taken in the 1990s, and then Rain Man. I pointed out to her the old furnace and chimney that used to heat a glass house, and the home of the late artist Albert Tucker, before lunching at 95 in Acland Street, once run by hipsters and now run by Indian and Asians. Still good, but perve factor lower.

It was a pleasant outing with Jo. The change in her since the scout jamboree is remarkable. We then shopped for pizza ingredients and Jo bought cakes for dessert. Jo is super clever, talented with singing and dancing and is learning fast about relating to people and not challenge them with rehearsed statements. Not bad at all for 12 and half year old.

Christmas Day 2018 at Oldest Niece's Fire Fighting Nephew's wife said to me behind her hand, and he wants me to have one of them! as the children were running riot in the backyard under a water sprinkler thingie.

I missed the call but in order of family seniority, Fire Fighting Nephew called each family member on the same day as above, starting with Mother, to inform us that his wife is pregnant. Wow! He called Sister as we were eating. Another great nephew or niece, as if we don't have enough. I am not sure how his professional high flying wife will deal with a baby. Time will tell. This will be great nephew/niece number six. Surely one of them will push we old old aunties around in wheelchairs. Fire Fighting Nephew will be a great father.

Look at the filth.

Strange tree. Anyone know it?

Thank goodness for that. The gladdy stem was sitting horizontally and blocking my view of the tv.

The ceiling of the strangely proportioned rotunda shown in a former post. I could have lain on the floor and captured the whole ceiling, but why should I.

Thursday, January 23, 2020

The plastic bag nightmare

Now we generally have to pay for a plastic bag if we buy something from a retail outlet. Giving away lightweight plastic bags when you buy something has been banned. I haven't seen a plastic bag blowing around the streets since the ban came into force, and that is surely a good thing. On the downside, we no longer have plastic bags for free to put our rubbish into and have to pay for them. I have seen a number of plastic bags that cost 10 or 15 cents dumped. 

A few years ago by switching from the local chemist (pharmacy, drug store, apothecary) to Chemist Warehouse I cut the cost of my prescribed medication by two thirds. Some argue, including former ABC radio broadcaster Jon Faine, that you don't get personalised service at such a place. Not so in my experience. The chemists at Chemist Warehouse in Prahran, Fitzroy Street St Kilda and Collins Street in town are terrific, as are the floor staff.

I now stick to Chemist Warehouse in Prahran but in the past I used other CW outlets. R does too, although at times he buys something at Heritage Springs CW when we visit Mother on Thursday. Heritage Springs CW charge you for a plastic bag. Prahran does not. Why is this so?

I think I have worked it out. CW gives out or sells strong plastic bags, with the plastic thick enough to meet the giveaway standards without breaching the laws.

Heritage Springs? 90 percent of customers would drive there and can easily dump loose medications into their cars, perhaps in conjunction with a visit to the supermarket. Prahran CW, I would guess 80 percent either walk there or catch public transport and really do need plastic bags to carry their drugs.

Of course they should think ahead and bring a bag but as we often forget, so do others.

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Resign without honour

I am not naive enough to know that pork barrelling hasn't happened on both sides of politics. But truly, a Liberal Party (conservative) government grant to one of the richest if not the richest Australian suburbs of Mosman rowing club of half a million dollars is beyond the pale while poor communities who applied for grants were denied.

Then we find out the minister for grants is a member of a clay shooting club (go figure), and that her club received a grant too.

PM Morrison, many ministers in the past have resigned for lesser reasons. Minister Bridget McKenzie must go.

Thieves, liars, crooks and charlatans. 


Hi folk. A busy day spent with the former Little Jo, now Jo, Sister and and Bone Doctor. Sadly spamming has become so bad, and while I hate doing it, but I will have to switch to comment moderation.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Warning: Nazi flag photo

In the Victorian country town of Beulah a couple put up a Nazi flag. The couple has been condemned left right and centre personally and via social media, and rightly so. I am of two minds about whether they should be allowed to fly the Nazi flag. I think I err on the side of know thy enemy. The flag has subsequently been lowered and the couple have fled the town. The locals of Beulah put on a successful picnic this Saturday past, welcoming all creeds, colours, religions, sexualities...........in fact our diverse human race. As an antidote against the slur to the  town by one couple in the town flying the Nazi flag, it was very successful. Am I correct that there was one holocaust survivor living in the town?

While I don't think it will happen in this case, that is those who flew the flag will commit suicide, we have to be very careful when we condemn people on social media.

Little has gobsmacked me more than what followed after hearing the brief story of drag queens reading stories to children at a library in Brisbane. I reckon it is great for children to see glam drag queens and to hear books read. But oh, the tragic consequences.

About four or five young men affiliated to our conservative Liberal and National parties turned up to challenge and harass the drag the queens, who were being paid for their work, and the lads were escorted from the library by a guard. It wasn't pleasant to watch and of course the children were upset. Why shouldn't children be exposed to glamorous drag queens? Most children love to dress up. Why should children be exposed to intolerant pricks like the protesters is the question for me.

I did not follow it up but I think all those who disturbed the book reading were seriously slammed on social media.

Yet then I find out the leader and spokesperson who harassed the drag queens was gay himself, but one who was against gay marriage. He actually sounded like a good guy, working as a volunteer in soup kitchens and doing many other similar things, even being generous to beggars. Politically misguided perhaps and certainly socially misguided.

Tragically the young gay man who led the harassment of drag queens readers threw himself under a train and was killed. Was his action due to him being viciously savaged on social media after his harassment of drag queens reading to kiddies? Perhaps. While I know none of my readers would behave like that online, it is a very sad story indeed for all involved and there are no winners.

Monday, January 20, 2020

A Carnival and Doctors

Yesterday was gay and lesbian (I will do this once only, GLTBIQ, Gay Lesbian Transgender Bisexual Intersex Queer) Midsumma Carnival Day in Melbourne. We haven't been for a few years for various reasons. Just R and myself went this year together joking that we would meet up with friends once there. Joking.....yes. Of the thousands there, R stumbled across a dyke he worked with many years ago and I ran into my GP who was in his company's medical practice tent. We knew no others. We do know quite a number of gay people in Melbourne, but more gay people don't go to carnival than do.

It was a bit hot but we managed to see most of the stalls but none of the entertainment which would have been later in the afternoon. The dog show hosted by a drag queen and someone famous is a hoot, and we saw plenty of dogs ready for their still Mr De Mille. We left about 1. R can only walk for so long and we were sweating. We did have a disgusting hot dog with cheese from a food van that should have paid us $7 to eat it, not we pay them. Equally bad coffee was found at the skateboard park cafe. Yes, right in the midst of all this gay frivolity with plenty of drag queens, young kids and teens are skating on one one of those metal set ups. We had nice veranda seats at least at the cafe and could watch the passing parade of people.

What really struck me was the ethnic diversity now of gays in Melbourne. Western, Central and Southern American, Eastern European, South Asians, Arabic, but of course Chinese and South East Asians dominate after Westerns, or perhaps they are just the more obvious.

Also it was interesting to see at least six AFL football clubs having presumably sanctioned stalls. The number of tent stalls was huge and mostly not of a direct commercial focus. Our local councils in all directions had stalls, as did Australia Post (grrr) and Our ABC tv/radio. I didn't see phone companies that always used to have a large presence.

To do Midsumma Carnival properly at our age, we need two boys to carry an Esky* with chilled food and drinks, chairs, and an umbrella just in case we want to see something on stage.

After seeing my doctor at Carnival, I wondered how long I have been seeing him.

I made the mistake when I was young of choosing a handsome doctor a decade or more older than myself. Dr Peter Meese died in 2000, probably from AIDS. I have just had a look online and apparently he was quite a high achiever.


I have this bloke to check me over for skin cancers. https://portmelbournemedical.com.au/doctors/dr-ian-devlin/ He was once R's GP but he moved from the convenient clinic across the road to a much less convenient location.

But my GP since I think 1999 has been Dr Beng Eu and it was he who I saw at Carnival. You don't see a doctor for twenty years if you don't like him. His job is to look after my health. My job is at each visit to make him laugh, or at least smile.

He is looking a bit grey around the muzzle now but there are the remains of a handsome man.

Oh wow, while online stalking Guggling, I came across this ABC news report of a dead man walking back in 2010, now on Youtube, and Beng was the guy's GP.

*Esky, brand name but used here generically for a large insulated portable food and drink container. Chilly Bin in New Zealand. No idea what it is called elsewhere.

Sunday, January 19, 2020

A Whinge

If you can't have a good old whinge on your own blog, what is the point of having one.

There hasn't been any publicity about the movie The Gentlemen that I am aware of. We haven't seen trailers and R hasn't seen ads on tv. I was only aware of it because John Gray of Wales saw it and mentioned it. I looked it up and it sounded ok. We normally see movies late morning or early afternoon, but we decided to see the 4.10pm session.

Packed tram into the city after waiting for ages. Packed tram along Collins Street. Too big Missy.

I've never seen any of the The Kino cinemas above half full, yet the 4.10 of The Gentlemen session was full. We missed out. Too big Missy.

Let's go for a drink at a bar and rethink, we agreed. We went to Riverland. Not a spare table to be seen. Too big Missy. We found a last remaining table for two table at Transport Bar and had a drink. Too big Missy.

We were going to have dinner in town after the movie but instead after our drink we went home. 

I insist that Household Chef cooks no more than five nights a week, so we will go across the road to Cafe Rosco for dinner. At 5.30 we called to make a 6.30 booking. We could be squeezed in with some annoyance to staff reorganise. Fine, we will sit outside, reserve a table there. The cafe was manically busy. Too big Missy.

We can't drive anywhere without getting stuck in heavy traffic. We can't use public transport without being overcrowded. Family picnics are impossible now because public parks with barbeques are overcrowded. Too big Missy. 

Never mind all of the above, it is good that Melbourne is a vital and busy city, but who asked me if I wanted it to be overcrowded?

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Grass Trees and Wollemi Pine

We used to know them as Black Boys but for obvious reasons they are no longer called that. They are excellent at withstanding the ravages of bushfires and as you can see by 'Winston', they live to be very old. I am not sure why they had to be rescued, perhaps because of a land development.

These came from the Margaret River area of Western Australia. The most expensive one is a lower two crown one about one metre tall and is for sale for about $4,460. A taller one with three crowns about two metres tall is cheaper at $4,300.

Most varieties are quite resistant to fire and as you can see in their natural state in the first photo taken by Matthew Newton and published on the website of Bush Heritage Australia, they retain their lower dried up spines and in the case of fire, like with our Eucalypts, the fire will race up to the top of the plant and give some protection to the trunk. Most of the growing action takes place underground and this also helps them resist fire.

However, I would not be spending thousands on such plants when some brief research tells me they are notoriously difficult to transplant from one site to another.

In some really good news, Wollemi Pines, only discovered in Australia in 1994 and dating back to the time of dinosaurs have been saved from a bushfire in an all out effort secret mission by National Parks and Wildlife Service and the New South Wales Rural Fire Service. Clearly there was a plan in place to protect them and it was enacted.

They grow in a gorge west of Sydney and their location is not publicised as visitors could be a terrible threat to their existence of one of the rarest trees on Earth, numbering somewhat over 100. They have been successfully propagated and you can buy them at plant nurseries. Some trees are estimated to be 1,000 years old but because of the nature of they way the grow, they could be very much older. Photo from the Sydney Morning Herald.

Friday, January 17, 2020

British Rail

I wish I could blame Maggie Thatcher, but she was not guilty. Her Tory successor John Major is to blame for privatisation of British Rail. The list of defunct companies who subsequently ran different train companies approaches about 50. I can't be bothered counting them up.

Public transport in the UK is pretty good but it is very expensive to use. Nevertheless in the last ten years internal air travel has dropped significantly as internal train travel has risen. Air travel is a nightmare. Train travel usually so easy. The cost of train travel in the UK is not so bad if you book well in advance, but the quality of trip varies hugely from one operator to another.

The regional train we have mostly used was once known as The Flying Scotsman, travelling from London to Edinburgh via Newcastle. For its time, it was very fast. The first time we used it was in its privatised form I think known as Great North Eastern Railway. It handed the operation back to the government. The next time we visited the UK, it was owned by Virgin Trains, again handed back to the government. Our visit last year saw us travelling on the government run London North Eastern Railway. All trips on the different operators' trains were pretty good, although last year the train was showing its age but the line is now serviced by new trains.

I don't have a complimentary word for the Trans Pennine Express first class. It was a lousy trip from Newcastle to Manchester and as for first class, what a joke. It is one of the companies expected to hand the service back to the government.

Of the now 23 companies who now run passenger trains in the UK about one quarter are expected to throw in the towel, that is either go into bankruptcy or just hand over to.......well, this was not known to me, a government owned company named Operator of Last Resort, OLR. Extraordinary!

With expensive train fares, why can't these companies make money? They will firstly cite staffing costs. While I am not sure about pay for regional train drivers, I do know what the pay is for London Tube drivers and given their responsibility, I don't consider them overpaid. You can't run a successful business without good staff and staffing levels and the staff need to be well enough paid.

Will the privatisation of essential services in the late 20th century and early 21st century be seen as a terrible mistake? I think so. With good management, there is no reason why governments can not run good essential services, such as trains.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Mother, personal and some frivolity

While R is a very kind person, at times he can be unsympathetic to people who have different emotions to himself.

Mother is getting closer to selling her home, although it is apparently it is too hot to sell the house at the moment. None of my siblings who grew up there seem emotional about the sale of the family home but of course Mother is very emotional about it. She lived there for just short of 40 years.

She bangs on and on about a garage sale, to sell off what is in the house that she doesn't want or that ABI Brother has forbidden her to take to his home.  Her best garage sale made her $900 and she did much of the work herself, but she is well past that. Her expenditure now seems to match her income, so I don't think her grand finale garage sale is so much about money, but it is about things like her high quality old crystal and china going to some wants it or thinks they can sell it on. Such things are now virtually unsaleable in Australia now. No one wants them. She even wants to sell some of her cheap ornaments.

While we speak logically to her and say that her final garage sale will not raise much or receive much interest, she is not convinced. However, I do understand her sentimentality about getting rid of  her precious objects.

I think about this myself, with my huge collection of DVD, USB and Cloud Storage. Why do I save things? Who will be interested once I am dead? All of my say 15 years of photos plus scans of old photos are on DVD and the Cloud and I will try to make them available as there are many family photos among them. I think they are labelled well enough for the family to find photos by date and name when family events happened, but who will care about the rest of the photos I have taken? Absolutely no one. Nearly twenty five years of saving things from the internet of no interest to anyone.

Cheered you up a bit? I think not and I certainly didn't cheer myself up. See if these photos ameliorate.

It's hard to believe it was last June when we got together with our Indian Friend and our Hairdresser Friend across the road for dinner and came back home for drinks and our Indian friend played a bit with a phone photo app. I hope I haven't posted these before.

R remembers his grandmother's pink or lilac hair rinse and tries experimenting with her style.

Indian friend, ready for the discotheque.

Hairdresser Friend, also ready for the discotheque.

R. Not doing blackface are you hon?

Indian Friend, airline pilot. Trust him with your Boeing?

Me, school girl. The pretty lass gives head jobs to senior students for no charge.

Me as a sylishless Arab gentleman, ready to impregnate you with my Muslim seed. Your children will look just as stylish as I do.

Me. That shade of lipstick really suits me. Does anyone know its name as I need to buy some.

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Finishing Footscray

Just a few photos to wrap up my short visit to Footscray.

These two are Kensington actually where some thought the trees in the summer needed to be kept warm.

Remember this quite nice photo taken where freight trains in Footscray enter or exit the Bunbury Street Tunnel?

The other end isn't as attractive.

Of course I should have crossed the bridge and taken a better photo of this fine looking rotunda, but it was a bit warm and I had already walked a long way.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Franco Cozzo

As soon as a Melburnian reads this post headline, they will know who I am talking about. While I've seen the mural from a train, I've never seen it properly, so I made an effort. The Italian immigrant Cozzo became a very rich man by selling furniture but after peering in the windows, I really can't understand why. Clearly I have no class whatsoever and no respect for whatever this furniture style period these pieces are from. Perhaps Hels can advise me on my ignorance?

Here is a brief tv ad from the 1980s. Can you believe the same ad is still shown here on some shopping tv channel late at night, but in the tv ratio format of the time.

Here is a two and a half minute video of an older and very prosperous looking Franco talking a bit about his life here in Australia. As we say in Australia, he has been in a good paddock for a bit too long (face slap to you who thought, haven't you Andrew?).