As the sun set over the rooftops and tram lines the atmosphere grew electric at the Manningham Manor.
Two Girls One Nut.
Well, a few nuts. And some bolts. And some washers. (Check the jargon!)
Thanks to the generosity of our neighbour, a Phillips Head was acquired and the two lasses set to work on constructing the most magnificent heat-making-food-boss. This shit is going down as the 8th Wonder of the Industrial World!
Perseverance, intelligence, strength and clarity of the mind. A massive achievement in only one short hour. The bbq is now assembled and will play a pivotal role in future entertaining at the Manor. Brilliant!
In other news, Bosdog is back in town in a big way! I'm talkin' 53% fat King Island cream!! Pasta and salad of vegetables, then some chockie and salad of fruit, with tender lashings of the finest aforementioned cream, made for a wonderful evening in the pallor. Great to have her back. What a legend.
NB. This was a standard hour, not a short one. NB. Naomi Bosler.
Monday, 1 November 2010
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
hypnotic brass ensemble
Hello.
My absence can be explained by an insipid combination of jetlag, hunger, general laziness, a mild outbreak of skin-bacteria-somethingsomething and 5kg of homegrown lamb now residing in my two freezers.
Here are some things I noticed today (numbered. Props to all mathematicians out there):
1. Listen to this. Hypnotic Brass Ensemble. Mighty mighty funkatron muchly.
2. Mach Frequency might just be the most amazing superhero that ever there was? Big call. But did any other superhero manage to bring down the entire boarder security of a first world nation for the greater good of his heroine? Nae. Winner! <3
3. I ate a piece of fruit today, and another piece of the same fruit yesterday, which I am unable to name. It's somewhere between a blood orange and a pink grapefruit. Thick pith, scarlet flesh, yellowy rind, sour but not spit-out-your-falseys. My money is on the latter variety but some suggested otherwise. It's time we all got better aquainted with fruits and vegetables. Kohlrabi, anyone?
4. I went for a walk up Little Lonsdale from Russell to William. There are three or so cafes I'm now dying to check out. And a few other interesting bars/restaurants in between the law courts and sky scrapers. Around the back of the Melbourne Magistrate's I overheard two fatties sitting in the gutter deciding upon lunch: "I'll shout you Maccas, love." Please see point 3.
5. I am engrossed with Alan Davies and Stephen Fry.
I'm at a loss as to where this blog will head, probably to a natural death. Like Dr Pepper, it may exist in tiny pockets of obscurity supported by desperate hangers on...
Listen to this if you miss Glasgow like I do.
My absence can be explained by an insipid combination of jetlag, hunger, general laziness, a mild outbreak of skin-bacteria-somethingsomething and 5kg of homegrown lamb now residing in my two freezers.
Here are some things I noticed today (numbered. Props to all mathematicians out there):
1. Listen to this. Hypnotic Brass Ensemble. Mighty mighty funkatron muchly.
2. Mach Frequency might just be the most amazing superhero that ever there was? Big call. But did any other superhero manage to bring down the entire boarder security of a first world nation for the greater good of his heroine? Nae. Winner! <3
3. I ate a piece of fruit today, and another piece of the same fruit yesterday, which I am unable to name. It's somewhere between a blood orange and a pink grapefruit. Thick pith, scarlet flesh, yellowy rind, sour but not spit-out-your-falseys. My money is on the latter variety but some suggested otherwise. It's time we all got better aquainted with fruits and vegetables. Kohlrabi, anyone?
4. I went for a walk up Little Lonsdale from Russell to William. There are three or so cafes I'm now dying to check out. And a few other interesting bars/restaurants in between the law courts and sky scrapers. Around the back of the Melbourne Magistrate's I overheard two fatties sitting in the gutter deciding upon lunch: "I'll shout you Maccas, love." Please see point 3.
5. I am engrossed with Alan Davies and Stephen Fry.
I'm at a loss as to where this blog will head, probably to a natural death. Like Dr Pepper, it may exist in tiny pockets of obscurity supported by desperate hangers on...
Listen to this if you miss Glasgow like I do.
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Saturday, 21 August 2010
Gone to the polls/BILLY BRAGG/WELLCOME COLLECTION
OK, I started writing about the upcoming election.
There were personal anecdotes, some relevant links to news articles and witty observations about Tony Abbott.
However, while 'researching' (because I only deliver to you quality, and if you make it through the babble you may note that sometimes there is some good stuff in there, too) I came across something much more exciting!
Earlier this year Billy Bragg was involved in the production and performance of a play called Pressure Drop. I am bummed I missed it because I think Billy Bragg is one of the most spot-on people on the planet, and if I were English I would definitely have moved to Barking just so I could hang around the streets Billy hung around. From watching the short interview with the director Mick Gordon and Billy Bragg on Billy's website I gather it was about self identity and what it means to be British. Political, social, historical, all things deep and meaningful.
That is cool.
But I missed it, so not so cool.
However, the play was held at the Wellcome Collection in London.
That IS cool!
Before I left the UK I tripped down to London for a few days (as you know, faithful reader, from previous blog entries). I was hours from my train ride back up to Glasgae and it was raining and I was carrying my laptop and back pack and it was all very uncomfortable so I spent as long as I could inside museums where they look after your bags in cloak rooms and don't charge you like they did at my horrorhostel. I picked up a brochure somewhere for the Wellcome Collection's free and new exhibition 'Skin'. So I made the Wellcome Collection my last stop before the station and had a look around. Skin was less about tattooed bodies, as the image on the front of the brochure lead me to believe, and more about skin. Funny that. Diseases, functions, scarring and tattoos, microphotography, implements for 'doing things' to skin, wax castings of skin bits used hundreds of years ago as medical aids. It was a bit unnerving to see some of the pieces in the exhibit but also very cool to have all those things there at once. Since it wasn't train time and I still wasn't ready to carry my things around I wandered upstairs to the permanent exhibition Medicine Man. The collection was formed from the private stash of Mr. Wellcome's bizzare shite. It was fantastic! He had collected all sorts of odd artefacts connected loosely with medicine. Glass cabinets 10s of metres long filled with different style forceps, rows of chemists' porcelain containers, Napoleon's shaving set, Darwin's walking stick, Florence Nightingale's moccasins, Chinese sex toys... Totally odd and randomly wonderful!
So that is that. I just wanted to alert you to the fact the Wellcome Collection is rad- it is a gallery, a performance space, there's a library if you need to brush up on your medical knowledge (studying surgical procedures from the 1750s? No worries!) and a very nice cafe and rad little shop. I went there because it was free and I needed to leave my bags somewhere safe. And I ended up really enjoying it. It wasn't on the list of London Galleries I picked up from tourist info. The Wellcome Collection is somewhere between Euston and King's Cross stations.
You should go there and enjoy it too.
And say Hi to Billy Bragg when you next see him...
There were personal anecdotes, some relevant links to news articles and witty observations about Tony Abbott.
However, while 'researching' (because I only deliver to you quality, and if you make it through the babble you may note that sometimes there is some good stuff in there, too) I came across something much more exciting!
Earlier this year Billy Bragg was involved in the production and performance of a play called Pressure Drop. I am bummed I missed it because I think Billy Bragg is one of the most spot-on people on the planet, and if I were English I would definitely have moved to Barking just so I could hang around the streets Billy hung around. From watching the short interview with the director Mick Gordon and Billy Bragg on Billy's website I gather it was about self identity and what it means to be British. Political, social, historical, all things deep and meaningful.
That is cool.
But I missed it, so not so cool.
However, the play was held at the Wellcome Collection in London.
That IS cool!
Before I left the UK I tripped down to London for a few days (as you know, faithful reader, from previous blog entries). I was hours from my train ride back up to Glasgae and it was raining and I was carrying my laptop and back pack and it was all very uncomfortable so I spent as long as I could inside museums where they look after your bags in cloak rooms and don't charge you like they did at my horrorhostel. I picked up a brochure somewhere for the Wellcome Collection's free and new exhibition 'Skin'. So I made the Wellcome Collection my last stop before the station and had a look around. Skin was less about tattooed bodies, as the image on the front of the brochure lead me to believe, and more about skin. Funny that. Diseases, functions, scarring and tattoos, microphotography, implements for 'doing things' to skin, wax castings of skin bits used hundreds of years ago as medical aids. It was a bit unnerving to see some of the pieces in the exhibit but also very cool to have all those things there at once. Since it wasn't train time and I still wasn't ready to carry my things around I wandered upstairs to the permanent exhibition Medicine Man. The collection was formed from the private stash of Mr. Wellcome's bizzare shite. It was fantastic! He had collected all sorts of odd artefacts connected loosely with medicine. Glass cabinets 10s of metres long filled with different style forceps, rows of chemists' porcelain containers, Napoleon's shaving set, Darwin's walking stick, Florence Nightingale's moccasins, Chinese sex toys... Totally odd and randomly wonderful!
So that is that. I just wanted to alert you to the fact the Wellcome Collection is rad- it is a gallery, a performance space, there's a library if you need to brush up on your medical knowledge (studying surgical procedures from the 1750s? No worries!) and a very nice cafe and rad little shop. I went there because it was free and I needed to leave my bags somewhere safe. And I ended up really enjoying it. It wasn't on the list of London Galleries I picked up from tourist info. The Wellcome Collection is somewhere between Euston and King's Cross stations.
You should go there and enjoy it too.
And say Hi to Billy Bragg when you next see him...
Monday, 16 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
Internet Revolution
I woke up at 5am this morning with no chance of getting back to sleep.
I was trying to punch the jet lag right in the kisser from day 1. Alas, it may have got the better of me.
I left Glasgow around midday and had a cheeky 5 or so hours to kill in Heathrow on Monday before boarding for Oz. After 13 hours in the air we landed in Singapore for a 1.5 hr lay over. Then back to my 39A seat (absolute back of the plane. Good seat- I recommend it. Close to the loo and first to get the food, plus there are only 2 seats in that back side row rather than 3 so you are less likely to be bumped by fatties walking down the aisle) and another 7.5 hrs to Sydney. Arriving at 5am, I had a 3 hour wait until the morning flight to Tullamarine. So by the time I got home to Warragul it was about midday on Wednesday. My body was completely out of sync.
Very first thing I did when we got home, before I even unloaded my bags?
Went to Centrelink and got on the dole.
Second thing?
Went to the opp shop.
One of the novel things I've found since coming home that totally rocks my world is my underwear. For seven and a half months I have had the same stock of about 10 undies. I forgot about all of the underwear I have! It's amazing!
Also amazing is the fact that I am writing this while sitting at the kitchen table at #17! Having only dial-up internet for the past decade at home, Betheles has finally lined up broadband wireless internet. I know it's 2010 but we are rockin the internet revolution here in Warragul! Surfin like a pro. Hang 10, grommit!
I spent a few hours in Maccas yesterday doing internetty things because Warragul hasn't caught on to the cafe-with-wifi notion. Or perhaps there is no market for it? Sometimes Warragul is a little town playing big, and sometimes it is just little.
Marcus came over last night and we cooked a chicken thai green curry. Delish! Marcus is jolly. A good blether was had. I got to listen to the new as yet unreleased UV Race album. Chair! They're off on a mad tour of the US. Bye bye blues.
So I'm off to Melb today to get my corporate on at GHD and then to get my Melbourne bars on. Hopefully I haven't thrown my whole weekend out by waking up early today...
Now which of my rediscovered undies will I wear...?!
I was trying to punch the jet lag right in the kisser from day 1. Alas, it may have got the better of me.
I left Glasgow around midday and had a cheeky 5 or so hours to kill in Heathrow on Monday before boarding for Oz. After 13 hours in the air we landed in Singapore for a 1.5 hr lay over. Then back to my 39A seat (absolute back of the plane. Good seat- I recommend it. Close to the loo and first to get the food, plus there are only 2 seats in that back side row rather than 3 so you are less likely to be bumped by fatties walking down the aisle) and another 7.5 hrs to Sydney. Arriving at 5am, I had a 3 hour wait until the morning flight to Tullamarine. So by the time I got home to Warragul it was about midday on Wednesday. My body was completely out of sync.
Very first thing I did when we got home, before I even unloaded my bags?
Went to Centrelink and got on the dole.
Second thing?
Went to the opp shop.
One of the novel things I've found since coming home that totally rocks my world is my underwear. For seven and a half months I have had the same stock of about 10 undies. I forgot about all of the underwear I have! It's amazing!
Also amazing is the fact that I am writing this while sitting at the kitchen table at #17! Having only dial-up internet for the past decade at home, Betheles has finally lined up broadband wireless internet. I know it's 2010 but we are rockin the internet revolution here in Warragul! Surfin like a pro. Hang 10, grommit!
I spent a few hours in Maccas yesterday doing internetty things because Warragul hasn't caught on to the cafe-with-wifi notion. Or perhaps there is no market for it? Sometimes Warragul is a little town playing big, and sometimes it is just little.
Marcus came over last night and we cooked a chicken thai green curry. Delish! Marcus is jolly. A good blether was had. I got to listen to the new as yet unreleased UV Race album. Chair! They're off on a mad tour of the US. Bye bye blues.
So I'm off to Melb today to get my corporate on at GHD and then to get my Melbourne bars on. Hopefully I haven't thrown my whole weekend out by waking up early today...
Now which of my rediscovered undies will I wear...?!
Thursday, 12 August 2010
I was in Glasgow in August
COOLESTin the Halt
On another note, DON'T BE A DICK
(Sorry Phil, I hope you can still show your face around those people again)
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