This should be interesting. Tomorrow night on tv is one of a series of tv shows about the Royal Family. Tomorrow night's show is about Kanga, aka Lady Tryon, a Melbourne lass, a 'close friend' of Prince Charles and married to an English lord. If you would like to know a bit about her before you see the show, check out the website of a blog mate who was consulted during the making of the show. I'll be watching for her name in the credits. I expect her blog has already had more hits than it ever has.
http://tooraktryon.blogspot.com/
Monday, November 30, 2009
Boring or not so boring politics
At the age of sixteen, I, like most of my age, thought politics were boring. Many people of that age now would agree.
Although I demonstrated against the sacking of Whitlam and against John Kerr and his actions at the age of 18?, I had little understanding of what it was all about. I was with the mob. The Queen, through her representative, the Governor General, sacking our democratically elected government still bothers me muchly. In instilled into me a life long hatred of the Liberal Party, oddly not the Queen.
By the age of thirty I was quite fascinated by the mechanations of politics and I knew more about politics than I could have ever imagined when I was young, far more than I know now.
While sometimes I have flashes of interest, such as what is happening or not happening in NSW, my interest has gone down hill since I was thirty. My most frequent thought about politics is 'well, there is no surprise there'. I hope for our future there aren't too many people like me who just roll there eyes with extreme cynicism. Cynicism is not a good thing, especially in young people. Not that I have any really young readers, especially as Reuben has deserted the blog world, but young people really need to care with passion. It is too late for me to change the world. Please young people, have a go.
However, having said all that, I am glued to the radio and tv with the botheration in our Tory party, the Liberals. The conventional newspapers just can't keep up. New world is here. Maybe tomorrow there will be a new lamb to the slaughter. So exciting.........but then nothing will really change will it. I will return to my despair.
I cut and paste an email I received from a friend today. It might just make myself and R change the way we buy pork, leaving only the fresh chicken meat problem to deal with. If by me pasting in this email changes one person's actions, it is worth while me doing it. Ignore what is clearly an advertisement if you want and hunt out your own free range pork supplier.
Although I demonstrated against the sacking of Whitlam and against John Kerr and his actions at the age of 18?, I had little understanding of what it was all about. I was with the mob. The Queen, through her representative, the Governor General, sacking our democratically elected government still bothers me muchly. In instilled into me a life long hatred of the Liberal Party, oddly not the Queen.
By the age of thirty I was quite fascinated by the mechanations of politics and I knew more about politics than I could have ever imagined when I was young, far more than I know now.
While sometimes I have flashes of interest, such as what is happening or not happening in NSW, my interest has gone down hill since I was thirty. My most frequent thought about politics is 'well, there is no surprise there'. I hope for our future there aren't too many people like me who just roll there eyes with extreme cynicism. Cynicism is not a good thing, especially in young people. Not that I have any really young readers, especially as Reuben has deserted the blog world, but young people really need to care with passion. It is too late for me to change the world. Please young people, have a go.
However, having said all that, I am glued to the radio and tv with the botheration in our Tory party, the Liberals. The conventional newspapers just can't keep up. New world is here. Maybe tomorrow there will be a new lamb to the slaughter. So exciting.........but then nothing will really change will it. I will return to my despair.
I cut and paste an email I received from a friend today. It might just make myself and R change the way we buy pork, leaving only the fresh chicken meat problem to deal with. If by me pasting in this email changes one person's actions, it is worth while me doing it. Ignore what is clearly an advertisement if you want and hunt out your own free range pork supplier.
Hi everyone,
PS – I don’t have shares in this company
Memo to KDR
Who knows who is responsible for maps to be found in our trains and trams. Generally, they are good and easy to understand, but here is one that is less than clear for those who don't know.
Where does the number 3 tram go after it crosses Chapel Street on its way to the city? It is very clear where the 3A goes, but the 3 just seems to disappear, not to be found again until the blown up map of the city centre.
Actually, I just took another look. The 3A is not so clear. What happens to it in Fitzroy Street? The 16 continues along Fitzroy Street, but where does the 3A go?
What is the new company slogan? Think like a passenger or something like that. Well, map person better get on and make a start.
Where does the number 3 tram go after it crosses Chapel Street on its way to the city? It is very clear where the 3A goes, but the 3 just seems to disappear, not to be found again until the blown up map of the city centre.
Actually, I just took another look. The 3A is not so clear. What happens to it in Fitzroy Street? The 16 continues along Fitzroy Street, but where does the 3A go?
What is the new company slogan? Think like a passenger or something like that. Well, map person better get on and make a start.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Catch Up Bits
Well well. Who's handsome visage gazed out from the MCV freebie gay paper this week, replete with Movember moustache.
Saturday night a week or so ago, we caught up with a dozen or so people for an Indian meal at Bala Da Daba in Glen Iris to celebrate a friend's birthday. It was very enjoyable and the venue was more suitable for a large number than the Ripponlea branch.
I was standing outside the restaurant enjoying the fresh air and the rain that was pouring down when a 4wd ran into another car and the 4wd ended up with its nose into a dry cleaner across the road. Sad to say, I don't think the 4wd was at fault. I think it was east bound in Malvern Road and a west bound car turned right into Tooronga Road in front of it. It was the full deal with ambulance, police, fire truck and later tow trucks. I noted the traffic light was green and so it wasn't a case of the 4wd going through a red light.
Sunday I worked and R looked after Little Jo. He took her into see the Myer christmas windows. The weather was still wet, so the there wasn't a crowd. Wednesday night Sister played cricket, so we looked after Little Jo again. How would you parents of young children like to have baby sitters on tap like Sister has with us?
Friday night just R and myself et at La Porchetta in South Yarra. I am not keen on most La Porchettas, but the South Yarra one is very good. The twenty five minute walk home with a full guts and a couple of red vinos was damn hard work.
Speaking of guts, Friday I had brunch at Gutz in Brunswick Street. I was a bit stressed because I too much to do that day, but I was determined to pleasure myself in Fitzroy for an hour or so but I can't say I felt relaxed.
Yesterday was Mother's mega garage sale. By 7.30 we were having breakfast at the Scottish restaurant under the arches (freeway) in South Melbourne and at Mother's by 8.30. Sister and Little Jo were already there along with Tradie Brother and his girlfriend who organised it. Mother made $660 and she was pleased and said we will have another. Given she did nothing, I am not so sure about that. Late Step Father's tools sold pretty well along with old videos and books. Clothes did not, but women's shoes did. The sale cleared about a third of what needs to go. We did make a hard rubbish pile though.
We came away with a 1000 piece jigsaw of Victoria's Twelve Apostles, about thirty Hogan's Heroes dvds for a workmate of R's, a device for removing lids off jars and some old maps, but the funny one was a foot spa that we had given Mother a few years ago and she used it twice. It had been a long day and last night I was looking forward to a foot spa. I got an extension lead, plugged the unit in at the base of my lounge chair, filled it with water and switched it on and nothing! It is now gone to our next hard rubbish pile.
Little Jo admiring the Myer window animatronics. Something about a pig called Olivia. No idea.
Saturday night a week or so ago, we caught up with a dozen or so people for an Indian meal at Bala Da Daba in Glen Iris to celebrate a friend's birthday. It was very enjoyable and the venue was more suitable for a large number than the Ripponlea branch.
I was standing outside the restaurant enjoying the fresh air and the rain that was pouring down when a 4wd ran into another car and the 4wd ended up with its nose into a dry cleaner across the road. Sad to say, I don't think the 4wd was at fault. I think it was east bound in Malvern Road and a west bound car turned right into Tooronga Road in front of it. It was the full deal with ambulance, police, fire truck and later tow trucks. I noted the traffic light was green and so it wasn't a case of the 4wd going through a red light.
Sunday I worked and R looked after Little Jo. He took her into see the Myer christmas windows. The weather was still wet, so the there wasn't a crowd. Wednesday night Sister played cricket, so we looked after Little Jo again. How would you parents of young children like to have baby sitters on tap like Sister has with us?
Friday night just R and myself et at La Porchetta in South Yarra. I am not keen on most La Porchettas, but the South Yarra one is very good. The twenty five minute walk home with a full guts and a couple of red vinos was damn hard work.
Speaking of guts, Friday I had brunch at Gutz in Brunswick Street. I was a bit stressed because I too much to do that day, but I was determined to pleasure myself in Fitzroy for an hour or so but I can't say I felt relaxed.
Yesterday was Mother's mega garage sale. By 7.30 we were having breakfast at the Scottish restaurant under the arches (freeway) in South Melbourne and at Mother's by 8.30. Sister and Little Jo were already there along with Tradie Brother and his girlfriend who organised it. Mother made $660 and she was pleased and said we will have another. Given she did nothing, I am not so sure about that. Late Step Father's tools sold pretty well along with old videos and books. Clothes did not, but women's shoes did. The sale cleared about a third of what needs to go. We did make a hard rubbish pile though.
We came away with a 1000 piece jigsaw of Victoria's Twelve Apostles, about thirty Hogan's Heroes dvds for a workmate of R's, a device for removing lids off jars and some old maps, but the funny one was a foot spa that we had given Mother a few years ago and she used it twice. It had been a long day and last night I was looking forward to a foot spa. I got an extension lead, plugged the unit in at the base of my lounge chair, filled it with water and switched it on and nothing! It is now gone to our next hard rubbish pile.
Little Jo admiring the Myer window animatronics. Something about a pig called Olivia. No idea.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Intercom
Help me. Life is too busy. It is happening faster than I can write about it. Lucky I have this post I prepared earlier. Change date from 5/11 to 28/11
This is our intercom for visitors to announce their arrival, for us to see and hear who it is and for us to open the front door to let them in. Our building is now ten years old and it is hard to believe we have lived here for seven years.
If it was a building built in the last couple of years, instead of having bulky black and white CRT monitor, it would be a colour LCD and sit very flat against the wall. Still, it does the job. We can see and hear whoever calls up, just not which shade of fuchsia they are wearing.
The bottom button is to open the front door to the building. I emailed the English maker of the intercom a few years ago to find out what the other two buttons do. They don't do anything and I forget what they said that they could do.
The flexible cord is discoloured compared to the rest of the unit. Not even bleach will get it the same as the intercom.
Note the phone plug below. When we moved in it had one of those big ugly old Telecom plugs. God knows why they used them. Same in my bedroom. I did not worry about the one in my bedroom as it can't be seen, but I very quickly changed this one to something a little more attractive and discreet.
This is our intercom for visitors to announce their arrival, for us to see and hear who it is and for us to open the front door to let them in. Our building is now ten years old and it is hard to believe we have lived here for seven years.
If it was a building built in the last couple of years, instead of having bulky black and white CRT monitor, it would be a colour LCD and sit very flat against the wall. Still, it does the job. We can see and hear whoever calls up, just not which shade of fuchsia they are wearing.
The bottom button is to open the front door to the building. I emailed the English maker of the intercom a few years ago to find out what the other two buttons do. They don't do anything and I forget what they said that they could do.
The flexible cord is discoloured compared to the rest of the unit. Not even bleach will get it the same as the intercom.
Note the phone plug below. When we moved in it had one of those big ugly old Telecom plugs. God knows why they used them. Same in my bedroom. I did not worry about the one in my bedroom as it can't be seen, but I very quickly changed this one to something a little more attractive and discreet.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tramming it
Tramming is good. I did a good bit today. Four lasses boarded one tram to check the operation of Myki scanners. They marked the check sheet. Fail, fail and fail. I am just guessing really. One scanner worked after a 3 second scan. The other did not until the third try.
I have seen these scanners work in Singapore and London. They take about 1/3 of a second. People scan without stopping in their stride.
I was waiting for an air con tram to get home. A Z1 class pulled up followed by Z3 class. Neither had air con. The Z3 had smoke coming out from between its wheels.
I picked up my fifty bags of shopping and bolted to the front tram. I am not getting on a tram about to explode into flames, or get stuck behind the smoking tram, no matter how cool a subsequent air con tram may be.
I watched out the back window of the tram I was on to see if the tram behind burst into flames. It did not and when I got off the tram I was on, the smoking tram was behind with no sign of smoke. Weird.
While not long ago I had a decent whinge about rough tram drivers, but of the seven or so trams I caught today, I noticed nothing about the tram ride, so it follows that all drivers were good.
I have seen these scanners work in Singapore and London. They take about 1/3 of a second. People scan without stopping in their stride.
I was waiting for an air con tram to get home. A Z1 class pulled up followed by Z3 class. Neither had air con. The Z3 had smoke coming out from between its wheels.
I picked up my fifty bags of shopping and bolted to the front tram. I am not getting on a tram about to explode into flames, or get stuck behind the smoking tram, no matter how cool a subsequent air con tram may be.
I watched out the back window of the tram I was on to see if the tram behind burst into flames. It did not and when I got off the tram I was on, the smoking tram was behind with no sign of smoke. Weird.
While not long ago I had a decent whinge about rough tram drivers, but of the seven or so trams I caught today, I noticed nothing about the tram ride, so it follows that all drivers were good.
Street Walking in Fitzroy
I have given you colour and movement from various inner Melbourne places. Here are places I have visited that I can remember.
Williamstown
Newport
Altona
Kensington
Footscray
North Melbourne
Brunswick
Fitzroy
North Melbourne
Clifton Hill
Prahran
Richmond
South Yarra
Windsor
St Kilda
Elwood
Balaclava
South Melbourne
Middle Park
Albert Park
Malvern
Port Melbourne/Beacon Cove/Garden City
Oakleigh
Murrumbeena
Pakenham
Bentleigh
Warragul
There are probably more places and a few yet to visit. Don't ask me to do Camberwell. I hate the place. I don't mind Hawthorn though.
Maybe you are wondering where I like the best? Oh, you aren't. Never mind. I will tell you anyway.
Has to be Fitzroy. Not saying I want to live there. Balaclava was 'interesting' enough for me.
We recently took an early Saturday morning outing to Fitzroy because R needed an emergency haircut. You know how it happens. You let it go a bit and then suddenly realise it has to be done yesterday. Normally we would not dream of driving to Fitzroy, but it was early Saturday morning and I was not at the wheel, just navigating. Toorak Road, left into Punt which changes to Hoddle, along Johnston and into Brunswick Street. Plenty of pay street parking.
R had his hair cut while I took a walk. I know the streets west of Brunswick Street reasonably well so this time I walked east. Mein gott. Napier Street and the majestic Fitzroy Town Hall. Along the way there were some old signs and a not so great park with a wonderful muriel.
Plenty of old houses, mixed in with new apartments and some good use of old buildings converted to apartments. The bottles littering the streets perhaps dumped by people sitting in cars drinking is a good enough reason why it is not a place for me to live. But no matter, Fitzroy is just a wonderfully interesting place to explore.
I just happened across the Fitzroy Town Hall by accident. What a majestic building. It really needs some land around it to set it off properly, but land is in short supply in Fitzroy.
The rear of the the town hall seems to have been tampered with or restored.
The Napier Hotel on the opposite corner to the town hall is not flash on the outside, but even fairly early in the morning customers were sitting outside taking in an ale. The old highly glazed tile work looks to be original and the pub has beautiful stained glass windows.
The Rainbow Hotel seems to be an original name, so gay peoples, don't get excited. The hotel is ever so small and seems to have live bands playing in the evenings.
You just cannot turn a corner in Fitzroy without seeing a mural. The graffiti writers seem to leave them pretty well alone. I think Fitzroyites should be very proud of their murals. Here are just a few.
Williamstown
Newport
Altona
Kensington
Footscray
North Melbourne
Brunswick
Fitzroy
North Melbourne
Clifton Hill
Prahran
Richmond
South Yarra
Windsor
St Kilda
Elwood
Balaclava
South Melbourne
Middle Park
Albert Park
Malvern
Port Melbourne/Beacon Cove/Garden City
Oakleigh
Murrumbeena
Pakenham
Bentleigh
Warragul
There are probably more places and a few yet to visit. Don't ask me to do Camberwell. I hate the place. I don't mind Hawthorn though.
Maybe you are wondering where I like the best? Oh, you aren't. Never mind. I will tell you anyway.
Has to be Fitzroy. Not saying I want to live there. Balaclava was 'interesting' enough for me.
We recently took an early Saturday morning outing to Fitzroy because R needed an emergency haircut. You know how it happens. You let it go a bit and then suddenly realise it has to be done yesterday. Normally we would not dream of driving to Fitzroy, but it was early Saturday morning and I was not at the wheel, just navigating. Toorak Road, left into Punt which changes to Hoddle, along Johnston and into Brunswick Street. Plenty of pay street parking.
R had his hair cut while I took a walk. I know the streets west of Brunswick Street reasonably well so this time I walked east. Mein gott. Napier Street and the majestic Fitzroy Town Hall. Along the way there were some old signs and a not so great park with a wonderful muriel.
Plenty of old houses, mixed in with new apartments and some good use of old buildings converted to apartments. The bottles littering the streets perhaps dumped by people sitting in cars drinking is a good enough reason why it is not a place for me to live. But no matter, Fitzroy is just a wonderfully interesting place to explore.
I just happened across the Fitzroy Town Hall by accident. What a majestic building. It really needs some land around it to set it off properly, but land is in short supply in Fitzroy.
The rear of the the town hall seems to have been tampered with or restored.
The Napier Hotel on the opposite corner to the town hall is not flash on the outside, but even fairly early in the morning customers were sitting outside taking in an ale. The old highly glazed tile work looks to be original and the pub has beautiful stained glass windows.
The Rainbow Hotel seems to be an original name, so gay peoples, don't get excited. The hotel is ever so small and seems to have live bands playing in the evenings.
You just cannot turn a corner in Fitzroy without seeing a mural. The graffiti writers seem to leave them pretty well alone. I think Fitzroyites should be very proud of their murals. Here are just a few.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Invincible Metcard
I snapped this with the thought that there wasn't much point repainting this sandwich board as Metcard will soon become redundant, to be replaced by our ever so expensive and much delayed Myki system.
Now I am not so sure. The guessed Myki start date by many, mid November, has passed by. The new system must be very complicated as they have had to employ 'Myki Mates' to assist the public. Rumour has it that Myki Mates have been temporarily laid off, indicating there won't be a Myki start soon.
Btw, cigarette buts are bad enough, but at least they wash or blow away. How disgusting is chewing gum badly disposed of. City of Stonnington is obviously too busy with clearway parking to be bothering about chewing gum removal, or cleaning public rubbish bins for that matter. They are disgusting too. City of Melbourne can take a bow on clean rubbish bins.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
City of Stonnington Clearways
What is City of Stonnington up to? Cities of Yarra and Boroondara too I believe. Stonnington, led my Mayor Claude Ullin is alternating between playing dumb and then defiance over installing new clearway signs. We no understand. There has been no consultation. We won't do it.
With the well organised protests by shop traders, Stonnington and Yarra have already wrung out a concession from the state government. The afternoon clearway times have been modified and so won't be quite as effective in clearing the roads for trams to run smoothly.
For as long as I can remember City of Malvern, now the enlarged Stonnington has been anti public transport. But the laws have been gazetted and there is nothing to stop them being enforced, regardless of what signage there may be on the street, so take care in Stonnington.
These are roads controlled by VicRoads and the council has no say, so the quicker they put up the signs, the better for all.
Otherwise I think they would be due for punishment from the government by increasing the number of clearways to include the length of Glenferrie Road, Burke Road from Dandenong Road to Doncaster Road and Chapel Street from Dandenong Road to Victoria Street.
There are absolutely no votes of any numbers for our Labor state government in these areas. Go for it Pallas and Brumby.
With the well organised protests by shop traders, Stonnington and Yarra have already wrung out a concession from the state government. The afternoon clearway times have been modified and so won't be quite as effective in clearing the roads for trams to run smoothly.
For as long as I can remember City of Malvern, now the enlarged Stonnington has been anti public transport. But the laws have been gazetted and there is nothing to stop them being enforced, regardless of what signage there may be on the street, so take care in Stonnington.
These are roads controlled by VicRoads and the council has no say, so the quicker they put up the signs, the better for all.
Otherwise I think they would be due for punishment from the government by increasing the number of clearways to include the length of Glenferrie Road, Burke Road from Dandenong Road to Doncaster Road and Chapel Street from Dandenong Road to Victoria Street.
There are absolutely no votes of any numbers for our Labor state government in these areas. Go for it Pallas and Brumby.
The Tracker
This might sound all a bit colonial and a case of 'yes sahib' and 'no sahib', but read on.
Our ex NT policeman friend was often the sole policeman covering a large area of the Northern Territory. He was supplied with, as you would expect a 4wd, radio equipment and lodgings of a very modest nature. Sometimes he had to also operate the postal service and in one case, the telephone exchange for two hours a day. If he was called to connect a caller out of hours, there was a decent surcharge and some extra pocket money for him.
But he was never really alone. A few steps behind him, well sometimes in front of him, was his tracker. The tracker was an Aborigine and naturally an expert in tracking. The tracker lived in a hut near whichever police station the policeman happened to be working at. Later the tracker acquired a wife who lived with him. I suppose he went on to have children.
Just last year our friend ran into his old tracker when in the NT for other matters. There wasn't an outpouring of emotion. Just a friendly greeting and smiles by two vastly different people who thought of each other with mutual respect.
While he would never admit it, I expect our friend was very attached to his tracker.
Our ex NT policeman friend was often the sole policeman covering a large area of the Northern Territory. He was supplied with, as you would expect a 4wd, radio equipment and lodgings of a very modest nature. Sometimes he had to also operate the postal service and in one case, the telephone exchange for two hours a day. If he was called to connect a caller out of hours, there was a decent surcharge and some extra pocket money for him.
But he was never really alone. A few steps behind him, well sometimes in front of him, was his tracker. The tracker was an Aborigine and naturally an expert in tracking. The tracker lived in a hut near whichever police station the policeman happened to be working at. Later the tracker acquired a wife who lived with him. I suppose he went on to have children.
Just last year our friend ran into his old tracker when in the NT for other matters. There wasn't an outpouring of emotion. Just a friendly greeting and smiles by two vastly different people who thought of each other with mutual respect.
While he would never admit it, I expect our friend was very attached to his tracker.
Ageing Disgracefully
No, not me. I am just ageing, neither nicely nor disgracefully.
Radio broadcaster, music expert, writer, columnist and funny girl Myf Warhurst recently went to an opening of an art exhibition with works by a female artist who is in her eighties. Myf said she does not normally go to such places, but there was free champagne and she wanted to meet the artist and meet her she did.
The artist pulled Myf's top down and examined her breasts and then pulled her top back up and they then had a nice chat.
After the formalities the artist took a bottle of champers and poured some of it over her own head and skulled the rest. She then pulled her dress up and dried her face off. Myf said that the artist was not wearing old lady underwear. The mind boggles.
Who on earth can this outrageous old duck be?
Surely not this kindly looking old lady who I saw briefly interviewed on tv where she lamented the closing of the el cheapo Dimmeys Department Store?
Photo is by blogger Jenny Luca who wrote a couple of rather interesting posts about her daughter meeting the woman. Pt 1 here and pt 2 here. The person who I refer to earlier may or may not be the person below, but I know where my money would be.
Radio broadcaster, music expert, writer, columnist and funny girl Myf Warhurst recently went to an opening of an art exhibition with works by a female artist who is in her eighties. Myf said she does not normally go to such places, but there was free champagne and she wanted to meet the artist and meet her she did.
The artist pulled Myf's top down and examined her breasts and then pulled her top back up and they then had a nice chat.
After the formalities the artist took a bottle of champers and poured some of it over her own head and skulled the rest. She then pulled her dress up and dried her face off. Myf said that the artist was not wearing old lady underwear. The mind boggles.
Who on earth can this outrageous old duck be?
Surely not this kindly looking old lady who I saw briefly interviewed on tv where she lamented the closing of the el cheapo Dimmeys Department Store?
Photo is by blogger Jenny Luca who wrote a couple of rather interesting posts about her daughter meeting the woman. Pt 1 here and pt 2 here. The person who I refer to earlier may or may not be the person below, but I know where my money would be.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Urban Myth
This may well be an urban myth but I not going to search to find out because the idea appeals to me greatly.
You know that particle accelerator thingie called the Hadron Collider that cost umpteen billion Euros? Well, like our much slower human particle accelerator, the Southern Observation Wheel, it broke.
We are told the Hadron Collider may come up with the beginning of the universe. What? It will spit out a photo of god?
It would seem our much cheaper and slower wheel broke because of poor construction.
But it was just one of those little freaks of nature that brought the multi billion euro Hadron Collider to a grinding halt. An overflying bird dropped a baguette upon the Collider and it went kaput. So, we can blame the French.
You know that particle accelerator thingie called the Hadron Collider that cost umpteen billion Euros? Well, like our much slower human particle accelerator, the Southern Observation Wheel, it broke.
We are told the Hadron Collider may come up with the beginning of the universe. What? It will spit out a photo of god?
It would seem our much cheaper and slower wheel broke because of poor construction.
But it was just one of those little freaks of nature that brought the multi billion euro Hadron Collider to a grinding halt. An overflying bird dropped a baguette upon the Collider and it went kaput. So, we can blame the French.
Asbestos
Asbestos is marvellous stuff for kiddies. Get some today for your children to play with. They will love it.
You can get bits of hot water pipe lagging that you can squeeze and it just crumbles.
You can use a formed piece to use on your hotplates to slow simmer.
You can get a piece in the shape of the base of an iron to sit your iron on so that it doesn't burn the ironing board cover.
But for the kiddies, nothing beats breaking up old sheets of asbestos cladding, only surpassed perhaps by breaking up old 78 rpm records.
Myself and my nearest brother (cough) learnt about fulcrums from (cough) asbestos. That is put some over a fulcrum to break it. But if it was a big sheet (cough), the joy of jumping on it could not be surpassed. As a cheap frisbee, asbestos failed really (cough), but we tried.
I would not call myself artistic, but I made some asbestos shapes and planted them in garden bed. I was ever so (cough) proud.
Finally my own home and my own asbestos garage in 1981. It was complete with a hole in one sheet. I ripped it off, broke it into small pieces to go in the rubbish and I replaced it with cement sheet. That is what the label said, and now yet (cough) I find out cement sheet in 1981 had asbestos in it.
What is this Mr James Hardy, subsumed by BHP Billiton? You knew before I was (cough) born that asbestos was dangerous to health?
(cough) Sorry about the coughing. I must have gotten a bit of chilli from last night's dinner (cough) stuck in my throat. Can (cough) someone slap my back?
You can get bits of hot water pipe lagging that you can squeeze and it just crumbles.
You can use a formed piece to use on your hotplates to slow simmer.
You can get a piece in the shape of the base of an iron to sit your iron on so that it doesn't burn the ironing board cover.
But for the kiddies, nothing beats breaking up old sheets of asbestos cladding, only surpassed perhaps by breaking up old 78 rpm records.
Myself and my nearest brother (cough) learnt about fulcrums from (cough) asbestos. That is put some over a fulcrum to break it. But if it was a big sheet (cough), the joy of jumping on it could not be surpassed. As a cheap frisbee, asbestos failed really (cough), but we tried.
I would not call myself artistic, but I made some asbestos shapes and planted them in garden bed. I was ever so (cough) proud.
Finally my own home and my own asbestos garage in 1981. It was complete with a hole in one sheet. I ripped it off, broke it into small pieces to go in the rubbish and I replaced it with cement sheet. That is what the label said, and now yet (cough) I find out cement sheet in 1981 had asbestos in it.
What is this Mr James Hardy, subsumed by BHP Billiton? You knew before I was (cough) born that asbestos was dangerous to health?
(cough) Sorry about the coughing. I must have gotten a bit of chilli from last night's dinner (cough) stuck in my throat. Can (cough) someone slap my back?
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