Friday, January 21, 2022

Friday Funnies

The Djokovic debacle has done Australia no credit. It is a simple rule, no vaccination, no entry to Australia. There are a couple of exceptions, Djokovic met none. It should have been simple. He should have never been granted a visa before he arrived and even if he chanced it, he should have been on the next flight home. How was it all strung out for so so long? I don't like the Minister for Immigration reasons for deporting him, but I am pleased he has gone.

The internet wags, not WAGS, came out creatively. The first photo was used by Caro at Sparkling Merlo





Thursday, January 20, 2022

Supply Chain Issues

No Aldi Butterfully brand butter in stock so we bought a different brand butter. We may apply for a refund or just chuck it out. Wouldn't it be sad to die from spreading a bit of butter on your toast in these times of rampant Covid. No glory in that at all.

An urgent recall has been issued for eight butter products available for sale at major supermarkets across Australia over microbial contamination fears.

Food Standards Australia and New Zealand on Wednesday announced Saputo Dairy Australia Pty Ltd is recalling six Devondale products and two Woolworths butters over the food safety hazard.

“The recall is due to a potential microbial contamination,” the recall read.

“Food products with a microbial contamination may cause illness if consumed.”



What? Say again? Speak clearly, don't mumble

Mother readily admits she is going deaf. If you speak directly to her and she is paying attention, she will hear fine, but otherwise not. She also uses it to her advantage. If she has to see a medical person who has an accent, she asks for ABI Brother to sit in and 'translate' to her what the doctor is saying. She tells the accented person she is deaf, not that she can't understand what they are saying. She dislikes any kind of technology she has to interact with, so I guess hearing aids won't be for her.

Meanwhile closer to home, someone else is becoming deaf and at a much younger age. It is hard to believe after a week of hot weather but I think last weekend one day it was cool enough to wear a jacket when we went into town, and cool enough to have bowl of soup at the QV shopping centre. 

We both had our usuals, mine being potato, leek and bacon. The bacon was a bit light on in my soup and I remarked to R, not too many pigs were harmed in the making of my soup. He asked me to repeat myself, twice. I did, the second time adding you know. Oink oink. Apparently I wasn't pronouncing pigs properly, although I would have thought it is a hard word to mispronounce.

Increasingly I have noticed he can not hear me if I am 'off camera' so to speak. The volume of the tv is often at a higher level than I like. 

Just this evening a little before six when he was watching tv, I said from my desk chair 'visa cancelled'. He couldn't hear me from two metres away, and I loudly repeated myself. Then he muted the tv and did hear what I said, but then said, whose visa? Oh, c'mon I replied. Whose visa do you think?

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Riding a bi

Bidirectional train line actually, but still interesting to me. I puzzled in my head about this express train line and how the system works, and I did work it out, later confirmed by Wikipedia.

It will be hard for left hand car drivers to imagine, but never mind. Here is my best effort.

I journeyed from South Yarra Station to Mordialloc Station on the Frankston line, in house known by a customary three letter abbreviation, in this case the FKN line. 

It was such a slow trip and not even vaguely competitive with car travel times and that makes me sad. Stations are close and the train stops at them all. Given there is a train every ten minutes, maybe every second train could only stop at major stations? But that would upset things as the line continues on from south eastern suburbs to western suburbs via the city.

While it made no difference to on time running, the older Comeng trains have such slow acceleration compared to the newer Siemens and Alstom trains. I was on a Comeng out and a Siemens in. 

So there are three tracks and in the middle of the day the far left on the outbound side is unused. In evening peak times when express trains operate, I would think it will be used by the express trains, overtaking the stopping all stations trains. 

But what about the morning peak when inbound express trains run? There isn't a separate track on the inbound side.

The outbound stopping all stations train uses the left hand outbound express track. The inbound stopping all stations uses its usual inbound track.

I was looking out the train window and sure enough, the centre track had signals in both directions, which confirmed what I was thinking. The inbound express train uses the centre track which during the day is the outbound stopping all stations tracks. The express line finishes at Moorabbin Station. 

Yes, your eyes are glazed over but it is good for me to write this down and so hopefully remember.

And hey, you get a couple of photos of Mordialloc, a town severely divided by the major Nepean Highway. To note, the road did not seem nearly as busy as it used to be, possibly because of the opening of the M11 freeway and of course you know what.

Cannons at the ready near the war memorial to defend the sovereignty of Mordialloc. 


Clocks like this are usually broken and don't tell the correct time, often not working at all. Well done to the local council for maintaining the clock well, accurate to the minute.


The Frankston line has a ten minute service, which is great. It is a busy train line. I checked the PTV app for the time of the next train and made the same mistake as I have in the past. I used 'Your Location' rather than entering the name of the station, so I was given walking time to the station added to the train time. I went for when I saw on the app a train was due and the time was wrong. It was a pleasant enough train trip home, even though so slow. 

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Pub Work 2/4

I was living with my grandmother when I worked in the pub just a short distance away. I must have been a casual employee and not part time as I did not receive sick pay or holiday pay.

The workers at the nearby concrete factory drank in the saloon bar of the hotel. They would be more suited to the public bar. As they emptied their pockets of change, concrete dust from their pockets spilled onto the carpet and mixed with beer spillage, set the carpet like concrete. The carpet in that bar had to be cleaned frequently, and often.

One of them was a bit different to the rest. He was well liked by his mates even though he was a bit of a pretty boy, with long curly fair hair. He wasn't as overtly ocker (rough uncultivated male) as the others were. He may have been ten years older than me. One day he quietly asked me if I was camp. Lol at that word. The way he said it was so loaded. I replied no. I was nineteen years old and had been hunting for sex with men since the age of 13, yet I denied myself what I think might have a pretty good time with a rather hot guy. I didn't want anyone at work to know I was 'camp'.

Of life's regrets...

I saw not the owner but the hotel manager who was an ok bloke and told him I would be away for two weeks visiting Queensland. I told him I would return on a certain date and would be available for my usual shift that day. I returned to work only to be told there weren't shifts available. I can't remember now how long it took, but I did get my old shifts back. I think it was only a day or so.