Saturday, July 29, 2006

No hot guy for the week

Many years ago I saw a movie called Tim. It was an Aussie movie and I think quite a good Aussie movie, if a little shmaltzy. It stared US actor Piper Laurie, Alywyn Kurts of Homicide and it was directed by Michael Pate, who was an Aussie/US actor and seen in cop shows of the time, Matlock Police, Division 4 etc. The book upon which it was based was written by Colleen McCollough and it just occured to me, the movie was about a younger guy with an older woman. Ms McCollough now has a much younger husband. Good for her. I hope he has plenty of stamina.

The lead role of Tim was played by Mel Gibson, and I should be posting his old pics as hunk of the week. He looked stunning in that movie.

But since he is homophobic, born again christian, anti Jewish, ultra conservative, family values type and now has been caught as a drunk driver, he is not getting a gig on my blog, thank you very much. I liked him and I am hurt.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Dual Citizen

This post could cause me to be disadvantaged, but I gotta say what I think is right.

R, although an Australian citizen, has an English, well Euro, passport. He was born there and worked there and 'paid 'is stamps'. Once the whole Euro thing happened, he could go and live in any Euro country he wants to, and I, as his partner, can too. Ah, Paris? Berlin? Venice? Most likely Barcelona.

He has been living in Australia much longer than he lived in the UK and would not dream of supporting the English cricket team against Australia. The whinging trait seems a bit harder to remove and I seem to have picked it up very easily, along with some speech mannerisms.

He is totally committed to Australia and would not dream of living elsewhere.

But having said that, I think the whole idea of dual citizenship is wrong. How can you be a citizen of two countries? I liken it to someone who pulls up at the traffic lights straddling the white line, having a bet each way. The person is not confident of making a correct descision and must have a bob each way. They can go either way, depending on what the traffic in front of them does, never mind the inconvenience to others. They are not prepared to commit and chance making a wrong decision.

How many long term residents of Lebanon did I hear have Australian citizenship? An Aussie soldier was killed fighting against Hezbolah, as an Israeli soldier, but still Australian. How Aussie? So committed to Australia that he joins the Israeli Army? The mood of people I know, we could well go to war against Israel.

David Hicks, who should NOT be locked up by the US, send him to live in Afghanistan if he is so committed. Take away his Aussie passport. But while he has one, he should be offered full support as an Australian.

I refuse to broach any argument on this. If you love a country enough to become a citizen, then you are committed and revoke all others. Othewise, you are straddling a line, ready to dart where your best advantage lies.

Poor Sports Fellas

Former Collingwood player Len Thompson says it's time the AFL addressed the “physical and emotional plight of ex-players”. According to Thompson, a rally of ex-players last week urged the AFL “to address the issue by funding the establishment of a $10 million foundation to finance the cost of well-deserved and greatly needed support and services for retired players.”

Or they could do what most of us do and depend on the public health system and social security.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

I am selfish, but.....

Very long term readers may remember that I have a dyke friend who, about the time I started this blog, was the recipient of a new, well slightly used heart.

Just to recap, she moved to Sydney from Melbourne but in between underwent some training in the US and Philipines with the company she works for. She suffers from lupus, which is degenerative nerve ending condition, but because of the immuno suppressant drugs she must take after her heart transplant, the lupus condition no longer affects her but it was the reason her heart failed.

She is back in Melbourne and working after her close to death experience and lives a very full and busy life. It is an outcome that could only be dreamt about.

So thanks go to the family of the poor young man who died in a NSW car crash, who allowed his heart to be used again. (this is only an educated guess. The timing was right)

I heard organ transplant activists on the radio today, banging on as they often do, about people not donating their organs if they die. Or families not allowing it.

I am sure I am preaching to the converted dear readers, but just in case, here is how I see it.

It may be sad that you have died but you probably could not do anything more for anyone than give them life, sight or whatever, by being an organ donor. Better than giving a smack head a hit, a begger money, a kid a home or stopping all wars in the Middle East. The really cool part is, it costs you NOTHING. Nup, not a thing. If a selfish prick like me can do it, so can you.

Here you go, you can do it online.

Southgate Photos (Mark)

I liked the look of Southgate. It was the first building on the Yarra River's southern bank that went on to become the area of South Bank. When it was on it's lonesome, it looked very good. Not so sure that it does now. Perhaps the perspective has changed. Maybe it is a bit shabby.

Most local people would have heard of the photography ban by Southgate's management.

"People are taking photos of unusual parts of the building", said she.
Yeah, well that is what photographers in this digital age do, and sometimes turn it into a work of art. A rivet can be rivetting.

I just happened to mention to R last night, that they should have a mass photography session on the premises. Lo and behold, what did I find today.

We photographers have been neglecting some really very important - from an architectural perspective - buildings on the southern bank of the Yarra River. I think it is our civic duty to better document this essential piece of the mosaic that is Melbourne.

10am Saturday at Princes Bridge. Your friends may like to come along as well - so why not invite everyone you know to bring their cameras as well.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Bananas inflating

Ok readers. Which of you has been buying bananas and driving up Australia's inflation rate???? Stop it, just stop it now. You will ruin our economy.

Seriously, I don't know anyone who has bought bananas in any quantity since the cyclone ruined this year's Queenland crop. So how can the increase in the price of bananas affect the inflation rate if no-one is buying them?


Brothels with female staff obviously aren't my thing, but it is handy to know that there are three within a five minute walk should I be asked the question in the street.

It is a bike ride to the nearest male one that I know of, in the shadow of the Port Melbourne railway embankment. Before anyone says it, I only know because a friend used to live in the street.

The pictured free standing house has hosted such an establishment for a very long long time.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Forgot this

Heard mention of this on the wireless. Ok, transistor for you youngies.

I can easily recall something called keys and airs, it may have been queysanairs, I dunno, can't remember. They were coloured oblong rectangular wooden blocks and I have no idea what they were for. Maybe to teach arithmetic? Wish they had taught us the more useful abacus.

I recall slide rulers and a book of tables and you could work out all sorts of useless things in the time it takes you to go to shower, dress and go to the shop and buy batteries for your calculator. The calculator does it instantly. Ok, they don't seem to need batteries nowadays.

What I did not recall but was reminded of, was a plastic map of Australia. You could draw around the border and the states were marked with tiny cut out slots. With a very sharp pencil, you mark in the states with dotted line boundaries. Wonderful. I cannot recall whether Tasmania was part of this or not. Perhaps it was never there, or perhaps lightly attached and was easily snapped off. Port Phillip Bay required a good sharp pencil, as it was relatively small. Correct me if am wrong, but I think they were usually yellow.

When the various UK relatives have been here, if I opened an atlas with a map of Australia, they would not have any idea where they were on the map. How can you go to a foreign country without seeing where it is first?

Perhaps the little yellow plastic tracing map stimulated my interest in geography.

This week's hunk, some local talent

Opell is not really my type, but having spoken to him a couple of times when he was a podium dancer at The Peel and finding out that he is a nice guy, along with being a very sexy dancer, I am giving the local talent a push.

He very consumately played the role of Angel in the play Rent at the Comedy Theatre some time ago. If you have the opportunity to see him perform, do so.

Opell Ross.

Monday, July 24, 2006


I have mentioned about the 'special' way some people pronounce Essendon. (Essedon) Many years ago, I corrected my grandfather for saying Dandelong, instead of Dandenong. He wasn't on his own. Many people said it that way back then. No-one ever does now.

I do know to say Lonceston and not Lawnceston for Launceston, Tasmania.

Years ago we had a friend who lived in Melbourne's Lalor. Laylor or Lawlor? I did know, but I have forgotten now.

I have solved the Wahngeratta Wangaratta problem. Just call it Wang.

Reservior strikes terror into my heart. I now say both, Reservor and then repeat the end, vwa, or for effect, forget the name and say Resa, Resa, that place north of Preston.

Now I am in trouble from R for saying VerMONT and not VERmont. SheMONT. I don't care.

Why isn't there a clearly right and wrong way to say these names?

I recall back to when I used to teach English to a Polish immigrant couple. How often I had to say, there is no logic to it and no rule to follow, that is just how it is.

Don't try this at home #129

Do not read a book about alteimers, athemers, altiemers, damn, old people who have gone dotty, if you are over a certain age.

Not once, but twice today I forgot the names of workmates who I have known for twenty years. Sorry Winston and Madeleine.

I am getting paranoid.

We are not amused

I used to occasionally watch Dr Who years ago, but never really focused too much on it. I enjoyed the last series, but the present one is even better. I normally dislike cast changes, but this Dr Who is good, very good.

Wot a larf this week's episode was as the Doctor and Rose were back in Victorian times and actually with Queen Victoria. Rose tried terribly hard to get the Queen to utter, 'We are not amused' and after failing a few times, she eventually succeeded, sort of.

Obvioulsy a lot of work goes into the writing of each episode, and it really shows.

Sunday, July 23, 2006


I bought two books a couple of days ago. While I used to buy many, it is a rare event now. Book reading time has been overtaken by internet time. Naturally enough, I bought remaindered books, Hazel Hawke's daughter's tale of herself dealing with her mother's dementia. It cost five dollars and that was overpriced after reading half of the book. The other was about Frank Hardy, of Power without Glory fame and brother of television's Mary Hardy. I recall I wrote about him in my blog in the past and a niece or great niece made a comment. That was a nice moment.

It was one of those cheap book shops that appear for a while and then vanish. The muzak playing was quite loud. I wonder how the young trendy lass put up with it all day. The three tracks I heard were:

Mrs Robinson
Mull of Kintyre
Seasons in the Sun.

For someone who seems to have lost the ability to appreciate, or even like music of any description, it was torturous.

Israel v Lebanon

I don't like what I see happening in the Middle East, but for once it is something about which I don't have an opinion. I will say that it is unfortunate to see Lebanon's infrastructure destroyed.

We see horrific images on our teles from Lebanon and Irael. It can be asbsorbing and mesmerising.

Must say, I was surprised at the number of 'Australians' who live in Lebanon. Read into that what you will.

But I try to keep a sense of perspective. How many kiddies died of starvation today? How many animals are undergoing horrific cruelty as we speak? How many people have undergone terrible torture today? How many people see such little value in their lives that they are ending it, doing so as I type?

The wonderful expression, the elephant in the living room, which I have heard of and read of so many times in the last few days (ok, Jah Teh, you were the first), is diverting, but in the bigger picture, a minor matter.

So how was that for a cop out? I haven't offened Jews or Arabs or christians. Middle East is interesting, but I can't care too much when there are much worse things happening in the world. I can't do anything about any of them.

What I can do is annoy the council until they start emptying the rubbish bin at the corner of St Kilda Road and Kingsway of it's Saturday night overflow on Sunday morning. That is my world.