11/09/2013 § 5 Comments
Our newly elected member, Lucy Wicks was at Gosford station today thanking commuters for their votes. Or, in my case, it felt like she had come to gloat.
I could bore you with politics and the campaign and the results and do a big long venty post mortem. But I won’t. I will just offer one observation.
She’s kind of hot.
Let’s see if when our new PM stands up to speak in the lower house she’s sitting behind him for a bit of parliamentary eye-candy.
15/04/2013 § 2 Comments
Lost Roxy posters were put up around my local area about five months ago. Why are they still there? Are Roxy’s owners hopeful or just lazy?
I hope they don’t leave the task to some local council worker. Taking down these posters would be a good way to acknowledge and accept that Roxy’s not coming back. Closure.
I remember driving past one of these posters in late December and my daughter said: “I don’t know whether to feel sad for Roxy’s owners or happy for the kid who’s getting her for Christmas.”
19/01/2013 § Leave a comment
My son gave me some quality headphones for Christmas. Coupled with my daughter’s hand-me-down (or up?) ipod, they have turned me into one of those zoned-out-on-public-transport people.
But I was slow to convert. I’ve always agreed with the people who made these signs
and don’t want to become this guy
although he is a very snazzy dresser.
But the sound.
It’s like a warm blanket on a cold night or a cool breeze on a hot night or a drug fuelled rave party in my head.
Anyway, here’s a brief look at what my morning commute is like.
Sorry for the quality (phone).
11/01/2013 § Leave a comment
This morning I was on the train in a semiconscious state. I was facing the stairs but not looking. Then a five dollar note fluttered down the stairway like a diver doing a pre-bellyflop lateral twist. It was followed by a man who picked it up and crilley runned away.
It made me smile.
crilley = quickly. The phrase “crilley runned away” has been adopted by my family since we read it an early piece of creative writing from one of my daughters. More.
25/12/2012 § 1 Comment
One year – don’t ask me when – one of my children – don’t ask me which one – suggest that a broken Ken doll’s head could go at the top of the Christmas tree.
Then it became a tradition. So Ken and I would like to wish you all a wonderful Christmas and a great new year.
To quote Tiny Tim: “Tiptoe through the tulips with me.”
17/12/2012 § 2 Comments
Last night I was driving home from the annual extended family Christmas picnic known as Aunt’s Party. Daughters#2 and #3 were with me. We had crossed through most of Sydney and had begun the easy part of the trip on the F3. A police car sat himself behind our car and just tailed us for a bit. Then he put his lights on and signalled for me to pull over. I was instructed to follow him to the Berowra exit. While I did so, the girls and I were wondering what could possibly be the problem. Then we noticed the date on our registration was 29 November.
Sure enough, that was the problem.
Let me say here that the car is in my wife’s name and it’s her job to keep it’s rego up to date. Just want to get that bit clear.
The police officer said we should fix up the green slip and the rego online before driving any further. He took my license and returned to his car to write me a ticket. So I rang my wife who was with Daughter #1. Daughter #1 works in the same local area command and asked who the officer was. When he came back to the window I misread his name tag and told her it was Senior Constable Brainwhite. Despite not knowing anyone with that name, she had a little chat with him after which he dropped the agro and was very pleasant. He still gave me a massive fine but he was so nice about it that I thanked him.
After he drove away we pulled out the folding chairs, opened the esky and got to work on the picnic left-overs. The girls pointed out that his name was actually ‘Branwhite’ and that by adding that extra ‘i’, I made him sound like he might be a zombie.
We sat there while my wife made her way home and got the green slip and registration sorted.
Daughter #2 mentioned how odd it was that I thanked the zombie police officer for a fine. I said that, even though I would rather not get the ticket, I was kind of grateful. If I had been involved in an accident or, worse, injured someone, the cost could have been significantly more than our $595 fine.
And I saw that side of it pretty well straight away.
People often tell me I’m easy going. I don’t see it. Seriously, you should see things from in here – it’s frantic, crazy at times. But then sometimes – like this one – I surprise myself.