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Continuing cockups by my local Federal Govt Member

2009-11-08T19:07:00.006+11:00

THE previous year to this, The Fed Govt office of Jill Hall MP produced a calendar. It wasn't until I informed them two months prior to the calendar becoming effective that staffers in her office had noticed this error. However, It was never corrected or requested to be withdrawn. I some times wonder how this may have adversely effected the lives of a few of her less informed constituents. Jill Hall's Week commenced on a Monday Not on Sunday.

Congratulations to Donald and Joan Metters.
According to the Jill Hall M P Govt Glossy Reports, Donald and Joan Metters were (***Married in 1949 and are celebrating their 50Th Wedding Anniversary and are pictured with Jill Hall at the ceremony. They are listed together with 19 other 50 anniversaries,) also there were 11 60Th wedding anniversaries plus three 65s, and one 70. Five 90 and five 100 birthdays.
*** note the cockup. It was their 60th Anniversary not 50th.

I sometimes wonder Who first suggested why some land marks of our lives appear to have more significance than other achievements within the longevity of marriage.
We have a fiftieth Wedding anniversary but not fiftyfith then a 60Th, 65Th and 70Th,.Ill be back on track at 60Th.

Have a wonderful week, don't forget to smile often.

Oh BTW Jill. Where is my photo taken with you on presentation to me of the Service to Australia Gong , about four years ago. Promises ....promises.
Back soon Vest.

Clever Scam - Taking advantage of older Men.

2009-11-05T19:10:00.003+11:00

Clever Scam - taking advantage of older men

Women often receive warnings about protecting themselves at the mall and in dark parking lots, etc. This is the first warning I have seen for men. I wanted to pass it on in case you haven't heard about it. This will only become more commonplace here on the Gold Coast this summer.

A 'heads up' for those men who may be regular Bunnings, or BCF customers. This one caught me by surprise.

Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends.

Here's how the scam works:

Two seriously good-looking 20-something girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping into the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to McDonalds.

You agree and they get into the back seat. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet. I had my wallet stolen June 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th, 24th, & 29th. Also July 1st & 4th, twice on the 8th, 16th, 23rd, 26th & 28th, three times last Monday and very likely again this upcoming weekend.

So tell your friends to be careful. What a horrible way to take ad vantage of older men. Warn your friends to be vigilant.

Big W has wallets on sale for $2.99 each. I found cheaper ones for $1.99 at K- Mart and bought them out. Also, you never will get to eat at McDonalds. I've already lost 11 pounds just running back and forth to Bunnings, and BCF.

Enjoy a rewarding weekend.

Just a thought it might work on elderly Spinsters or Maidens getting on a bit.

Egg Heads Fail Dismally. Also Phonetics her Weakest Link.

2009-11-04T11:32:00.018+11:00

Yes, I am an avid watcher of these two Pommy quiz shows - but my main criticism goes to the way the red hairdo witch on the weakest link comes over as a presenter. Her rude inferences to the contestants do not make her my favourite person. The ingrained British way the contestants grovel to any personage of higher position or presumed importance irritates me. It seems the only questions that I provide an answer to are those whom I can guess her suggested prefixed letter such as P D E C, or N M and F and S just to name a few phonetic possibilities. However I would be totally useless on the show due to my complete misunderstanding of bang clang music from which the majority of questions are hatched. And, someone in charge should tell the Question Master that Haiti is not an Island but Dominica is.

How mighty are the fallen. Recently shown in Strayer was the EGGHEADS falling on their sword four times on the trot. There was one occasion where it could have been avoided should they have known the answer to "Who was president Nkruma"?.
It was the sort of question I Vest would have liked when facing up to the million dollar quessy on millionaire. Here goes.
Kwame Nkruma became the Prime Minister of Ghana on March 6 1957 when the Brit West African colonies of the Gold Coast and Togoland were united as one, pres Nkruma as he later became went to his maker in 1978.

MEMORIES.
Africa
Soon after taking on fuel at Gibraltar, the ship sailed to Takoradi on the Gold Coast of West Africa, where we unloaded stores and provisions for the ceremonies that were to take place further down the coast in Accra, the capital. Almost the entire population of Accra was Negro. They were friendly but misguided by their leaders. “Freedom, Freedom” was their familiar chant. On 6 March 1957 the Gold Coast, Ashanti, and Togoland became ‘Ghana.’
There was much celebration and dancing amongst us and the locals, this generated a fair ‘Whiff’ from the gyrating bodies as they shouted “Freedom! Freedom!” and I then shouting “Rexona! Rexona!”
I stayed at the United Africa Co. Guest House. I remember “Reg “H, a well-known red-haired professional cyclist from Nottingham England, who was in Accra flogging Raleigh bicycles to the locals; he had fallen down the stairs. He was not at all well from our binge the night before. Fortunately, he managed to find someone who looked like him to take his place. I recall this visit later in an interview in 1964.

During our stay in Portland, England, I was wearing civilian clothes and walking along the jetty on my way home for weekend leave. HMS Wiltshire (or was it Lancashire?), one of the latest 5,000-ton destroyers, had just secured alongside when a voice called down to me from the bridge area. “Come aboard! I want to see you.” I replied that I would, and then went up the after gangway of the ship. When the quartermaster approached me, I told him I was the guest of the commander. The quartermaster replied, “He is our CO ‘captain.’” After I showed him my security pass from HMS Maryland, he told me to carry on.
I eventually found the mysterious commander who I then remembered as my divisional officer on HMS Lanyard in 1957. In a short space of time, the Commander had revealed to his navigator most of my escapades on HMS Lanyard seven years earlier.
in Ghana.
The main one he remembered was the saga of John Leonard Spencer AKA Vest etc, in Accra, Ghana on 7 March 1957. I had supposedly telephoned the ship at 6:30 am saying I had lost all my clothes and was in a police station naked, and would probably get back to the ship later in the day.
This story was bandied around the ship in many forms. I became the subject of ridicule. The truth was that I had telephoned the ship at six am in the morning to tell them I was staying at the United Africa Co. Guest House. I said that someone had loaned me a shirt and a pair of shorts because a well-meaning houseboy had washed my uniform, and that I would return to the ship as soon as I could get properly dressed.
The ship-to-shore telephone line with its distorted sound certainly added to the misinformation. Twenty-four hours later when I arrived back on board looking clean and tidy, I was told to forget what had happened. Commander ‘Queeg’ had not been interested in my most recent debacle (or in me, for that matter.) Despite this, many jokes about this incident circulated for quite a while.
The captain of the Wiltshire (or Lancashire) also reminded me of my departure day from HMS Lanyard. I was surprised he remembered the nickname ‘Queeg.’
“What did you say to Commander ‘Queeg’ when he gave you that large smelly wooden spoon and then threw his hat on the deck and pretended to jump on it?” he asked.
“All I said was… ‘It was great serving with you, sir,’ and he replied, ‘Commiserations to your next captain.’ We saluted and I left, but someone on the truck taking us and our gear to the barracks in Portsmouth said, ‘It’s the first time I’ve seen Queeg smile.’”
After saying goodbye to the captain of the HMS Lancashire (or Wiltshire… I also cannot remember his name for the life of me), I left the ship and caught a later train home.

The weather is cooler and more pleasant, the telly is off and nearest and dearest has gone to the theatre, a deadly silence prevails.
Oh BTW would that bloke who is sending me death threats; knock it off please and get yourself a job.
Well that's all folks, dont forget to smile at someone today.

As promised from comments:
Dominica is an independant Republic island nation in the Windward Islands.

The Republic of Haiti controls approx one fifth in the west region of the Island of Hispaniola the remaining area in the east is controlled by the Dominican Republic.

Note the 'N' difference, Dominica and Dominican.
Happy now?

Australia the cradle of Civilisation

2009-11-04T11:12:00.002+11:00

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Australia The Cradle Of Man

According to our "traditional" history of stone-age occupation the Aboriginals were the "first Australians" having arrived here from south-east Asia at least 50,000 years ago. However, throughout a lifetimes research, I have gathered more than enough evidence that we still know nothing about our ancient past and the identity of the actual first inhabitants of our continent.

Until 1960, very little archaeological work had been done. Scientists thought the Aboriginals had only lived in Australia for 10,000 years.

Then finds at Kenniff Cave, in southern Queensland, produced evidence of Aboriginal occupation dating from as recently as 5,000 years ago back to 19,000 years. This placed the Aboriginal arrival into the last ice-age.

In recent years archaeologists have made some amazing discoveries on the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. Rock shelter occupation sites at Leura, Blackheath and Wentworth Falls have revealed artifacts 12,000, 14,700 and 22,000 years old respectively, while recently near the eastern escarpment of the Blue Mountains on the Nepean River further excavations gave evidence of occupation dating back 45,000 years.

This site along with another found recently at Warrambool {v}, 80,000 years old, is one of the oldest known Aboriginal sites in Australia. In 1967, at Kow Swamp, in northern Victoria, archaeologists found ancient burial sites between 15,000 to 9,000 years old. The skeletal remains unearthed display marked anatomical differences to those of modern Aboriginals.

The ancient Kow Swamp people were much more robust and heavily built, their skulls much thicker, larger and longer, with large, wide and very projecting facial structure quite different from those of modern Aboriginal.

They had huge cheek bones and big eyebrow ridges, receding foreheads, huge teeth and jaws. Further significant fossil man discoveries were made soon after at Lake Mungo in south-western New South Wales. A female skeleton excavated here and carbon dated to be 25,000 years old, displayed delicate modern features, more akin to those of modern humans.

At the time the skeleton was considered to be the oldest evidence of a modern human in the world. Then a few years later, 100 km away at Lake Nitchie, further fossil remains were found on the ancient shoreline.

The skeleton of a male of 187 cm height, and very similar to the Kow Swamp remains, was excavated from a burial site, as recent as 6500 years old. These discoveries demonstrate that two distinct races of people inhabited Australia at the same time, during the last ice-age. Scientists now tend to believe that these two races inter-bred to produce the modern Aboriginal.

Some anthropologists now believe the robust {Kow Swamp} race to be decendants of the Java Man {home erectus} of 500,000 years ago, while the smaller Lake Mungo race came to Australia from China, probably decendants of the Peking Man {Homo pekinensis} and later Java type, Wadjak Man.

Sea levels during the last ice-age were much lower that they are today, at least 100-130 metres. Tasmania was joined to the Australian mainland-as was New Guinea. At the time, stone-age people could have almost walked from Asia into Australia, but because of areas by up to 100 km of open sea in places, making crossing by boat necessary. This would make these people the earliest seafarers in the world.

The first inhabitants of our land shared it with some fantastic creatures, for instance the giant monitor lizard {megalania presca}, which grew up to 10 metres in length; Kangaroos up to 4 metres tall; the Diprotodon, a giant Wombat-like marsupial twice the size of a rhinoceros; and an Emu about 7 metres tall. They also had to adapt to Australia's harsh environment, forcing them to develop better tools and weapons; during which they also developed the oldest stone-age art in the world.

It is a fact that, while Europe were hunting game on the edge of the northern Europe ice flows, stone-age people were crossing into Tasmania, hunting, and inhabiting caves on the edge of the southern hemisphere ice sheet. In 1981, a Franklin River cave was excavated to reveal thousands of stone flakes and a quarter of a million burnt bone fragments, of animals cooked and eaten there between 14,000 and 20,000 years ago.

The inhabitants of this cave are today believed to have been the most southerly Homo Sapiens in the world, surviving in the harshest region of the Southern ice-age.

I maintain that certain fossil discoveries made by me over the years could help push the antiquity of man in Australia even further back into the ice-age to a time comparable to that of the old stone-age races of Java and China. Near Bathurst, in the central west of New South Wales, in the late 1960's during the course of field research into early Aboriginal occupation of the region, I came across upon ancient river bank layers forming part of an extinct ice-age course of the Macquarie River.

I found two fossil human skulls protruding from these sediments. Both fossils are actually endoctrinal casts of mudstone and display signs of considerable antiquity. While one skull, the larger of the two, resembles "Solo Man" skulls of Java, a late Java Man type, ancestral to modern Homo sapiens who lived at least 500,000 years ago, with a receding forehead but lacking the thick eyebrow ridges of more primitive races; the smaller skull {a juvenile} is more primitive in appearance, with thick eyebrow ridges and a recedding forehead.

It is reminiscent of the Wadjak Man skulls of Java, an offshoot of Java Man ancestral to the Aboriginals. Even allowing for distortion due to soil pressure during the fossilisation process, the skulls certainly fit the picture already formed; of a primitive forerunner to the Aboriginals living side by side with a more modern-type race. Both skulls are estimated to be anywhere up to 100,000 years old.

On the basis of these discoveries some years ago I dared to suggest to prehistorians that, at some period in the remote past, populations of Homo erectus entered Australia to produce an offshoot from which the first Homo Sapiens evolved, eventually spreading across Asia into Europe, where they are known as Cro-magnon man.

At a later period the first primitive ancestors of the Aboriginals arrived here from south-east Asia to gradually spread throughout the continent, either killing off and/or inter-breeding with the early arrivals. At the time my theory was ridiculed. But recent discoveries are beginning to prove me correct.

That the first Homo sapiens evolved in Australia is not as fantastic as it may sound. Geneticists studying Aboriginal genes now suggest that modern man may have indeed originated in Australia to migrate out across the world 40,000 years ago.

Aboriginal traditions include references to a white-skinned race which inhabited Australia before them. They also know of a race of giants. During the 1960's I uncovered a culture of giant-sized stone implements in the New South Wales central west. They included hand-axes, clubs, knives, adzes and other tools ranging in weights of from 5 and a half kilograms to 16 and a half kilograms. Such huge "Megatools" could only have been made and used by beings of immense stature and strength.

These implements are reminiscent of others found in Java, where Meganthropus, the "giant Java Man", lived during the last ice-age at least 500,00 years ago, whose huge fossil jaws and teeth suggest creatures of immense weight, who stood up to three times the height of modern man.

Did Meganthropus or a close relative of him once roam Australia? Giant-sized man-like fossil footprints, preserved in mudstone, have turned up all over Australia. They include examples found near Kempsey in northern New South Wales up to 50 cm in length by 37 cm width across the toes; and as much as 60 cm length by 25 cm or more in width.

During field studies in northern Tasmania I found another fossil man-like footprint of 40 cm length in solid sandstone near a Bass Strait beach, where the creature must have wandered across a former land-bridge.

Just how long ago these giant beings inhabited Australia is arguable, but the fact that most of the preserved tracks were once covered by flowing volcanic ash indicates that these monster ape-men must have lived here when the smaller relative, Homo erectus, inhabited Java, as most of the tracks were preserved by volcanic eruption which occured in Australia perhaps 500,000 or more years ago.

That primitive Java-type races were present in Australia 500,000 years ago must naturally seem absurd to anyone brought up on the idea that no-one existed in Australia before the Aboriginals. Yet in the light of recent scientific findings it is obvious that this view is out of date.

It is now evident that not only have the Aboriginals been present here much longer than was once thought possible, but that they were preceded here by an earlier form of modern man later to spread out from Australia in Asia, thence across Europe, where he was to become known as Cro-magnon Man, the "father" of civilisation.

There can therefore no longer be no doubt that Australia was indeed the "cradle" of civilisation.

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Indias poor urged to 'Eat Rats'

2009-11-03T00:05:00.003+11:00

India's poor urged to 'eat rat'

I have no problem with the proposal that the poor of India should eat rats. The problem is the numbers of people to which this pertains.
Insects are another untapped, highly nutritious food source that disgusts people. But the point is, no society
can prosper while the people are malnourished.
Though it needs to be thoroughly researched how a reduction in the rat population will affect the area.
Natural balances are quickly and easily disrupted by human activity.
I bet they would taste pretty good wrapped in bacon
Also, I wonder whether these rats will be "cultivated." The big problem with rats is that they are full of exciting diseases (beyond the "Eew" factor).
How much meat do they get from a rat?
Anyone tasted a rat? Might already taste like bacon.
I was just following rule #1 everything tastes better wrapped in bacon.
Might have well said "India's poor urged to eat poop.
If true, I'd think city rats are the more diseased of the species. But I'm guessing the disease thing is probably mostly a hold-over from bubonic plague.
Perhaps they're quite tasty if done like Bombay Duck?
Should talk with the French - They have some great recipes for rat.
Crumbed Rat tails, deep fried in ghee as a bar stool appetiser.
Headless whole rat stuffed with sage and onion - wrapped in kosher bacon.
If the downturn in the mortgage fiasco continues in Uncle Samland the starving homeless and jobless, due to out sourcing to India will have the worlds best fed rats to munch for lunch.

Telstra Ripoff

2009-11-02T23:45:00.002+11:00

Telstra rip off.

Tell all your family/ friends/ business acquaintances - in fact tell everybody about this!

For all Australian respondents...

Telstra Phone book

For anyone contemplating using the Sensis directory service number, 1234, DON'T!

Sensis, as you may or may not know, is a subsidiary of Telstra. The 1234 number is replacing the Telstra 12456 directory assistance number, but this time with outrageous costs attached: 40c to call the number, then 4c A SECOND! PLUS 88c if they connect you to the number

By law, Telstra must provide a FREE directory assistance number.
They choose however not to pass this number on to the public.

The free number is 1223

Thumbs down to Telstra for finding a way to 'charge', for a service that is supposed to be provided for free.

Of course, feel free to forward this on.???

Ben Hardwick
Lawyer
Commercial Litigation Department
Slater & Gordon
GPO Box 4864VV
Melbourne, Vic, 3001

Asylum seekers or Unqualified illegal immigrants?

2009-10-29T14:30:00.005+11:00

As long as we are unable to differentiate between the terms 'Illegal immigrant and refugee' the boat people dilemma will remain.
The real meaning of refugee would apply to the likes of people fleeing the tyranny of the third Reich during and including post WW2 years also those made stateless after fleeing the yoke of the other axis powers, these people fled in terror to Any country willing to have them.
However, it seems now that, illegal unqualified immigrants under the guise of refugees and asylum seekers who are able to pay People Smugglers are arriving from all parts of the globe. This adds another word casualty problem to the English language; together with the likes of Gay, Hero, actress and golliwog.
I would love to purchase a quality made 'Golliwog' for my Granddaughters Christmas present. anyone out there in the know.
Oh by the way, when or if you arrive in Australia and you don't like the Australian way of life, please return to whence you came as an Asylum seeker.

Everyone have a wonderful weekend, be ready with a smile for everyone, you will feel more happier within yourself.

Back later, VEST.

To all my relatives and friends far and wide, I am always ready to hear from you should you find the time, xoxoxox.

Texas, the Eyes of Justice Are Upon You

2009-10-29T07:58:00.002+11:00

By Bill Moyers and Michael Winship

On October 13, we lost a resolute champion of the law, a man who left his impact the lives of untold numbers of Americans.

His very name made his life's work almost inevitable, a matter of destiny. William Wayne Justice was a Federal judge for the Eastern District of Texas. That's right,he was "Justice Justice." And he spent a distinguished legal career making sure that everyone - no matter their color or income or class - got a fair shake. As a former Texas lieutenant governor put it last week, "Judge Justice dragged Texas into the 20th century, God bless him."

Dragged it kicking and screaming, for it was Justice who ordered Texas to integrate its public schools in 1971 - 17 years after the Supreme Court's Brown v. Board of Education decision made separate schools for blacks and whites unconstitutional. Texas resisted doing the right thing for as long as it could. Many of its segregated schools for African-American children were so poor they still had outhouses instead of indoor plumbing.

This small town lawyer appointed to the federal bench by President Lyndon B. Johnson ordered Texas to open its public housing to everyone, regardless of their skin color. He looked at the state's "truly shocking conditions" in its juvenile detention system and said, repair it. He struck down state law that permitted public schools to charge as much as a thousand dollars tuition for the children of illegal immigrants.

And Justice demanded a top-to-bottom overhaul of Texas prisons, some of the most brutal and corrupt in the nation. He even held the state in contempt of court when he thought it was dragging its feet cleaning up a system where thousands of inmates slept on the dirty bare floors of their cellblocks and often went without medical care. The late, great Molly Ivins said, "He brought the United States Constitution to Texas."

Some say that justice stings. William Wayne Justice certainly did - and his detractors stung back with death threats and hate mail. Carpenters refused to repair his house, beauty parlors denied service to his wife. There were cross burnings and constant calls for his impeachment.

After he desegregated the schools he was offered armed guards for protection. He turned them down and instead took lessons in self-defense. END.

I must be a psychic, I actually made it happen.*** A very notable day.

2009-10-26T19:42:00.011+11:00

All went well at the dentist, I got a quote of $268-00 for the rebuild of a double tooth and it took an hour and five mins, I had that feeling it would have been more had I not asked for a quote. I have to return on Wednesday for minor cleaning; it will get my son out of the house to take me to the dentist, this is due to My Falcon wagon KGV OOO being pranged on the starboard quarter, Tin fished you might say Quite unexpectedly by a tailgating Jap Toyota hi-lux (Like the car that Ivan Milat had to convey his murder victims). The accident occurred at 5-15 pm after leaving the dentist drug and pain free. On seeing the Red light would be coming up at Main and Victoria and the other vehicle mentioned closing in astern I slammed the brakes on as the red light appeared releasing my foot brake as he hit and pushing me forward about a metre(Yard). No airbags activated.
Damage. Some superficial damage, the Starboard rear light extinguished; broken fitting. car drivable.
The Toyota, had its front end pushed in and had to be towed.
So Henry's cars are tougher than Hirohito's Toyota Kamikazes.
My Henry Ford KGV OOO is being repaired tomorrow.
Ok then. So not all tailgaters are P Platers. Read my post Oct 22.***
My other most recent accident was in 1984 when a similar thing happened.
There are three more hours to go before the day is up, I must be cautious.
Back soon, Vest.

Dam good weather for Quacks and Umpires.

2009-10-26T11:47:00.004+11:00

TODAY: Not unlike a typically wet afternoon at Lords cricket ground with little hope for any play the umpires playing cards and the players and those hard core spectators dreading the "Play abandoned announcement".
A sort of nothing day, eight weeks from summer returning to mid winter. Two days ago, my arms and legs were sunburned while busy in the garden. The good news is, that, the rain is falling over the catchment areas and dams are topping up fast and my car does not now need a wash.
News from England Relatives is down to nil***** and only one telephone call from Oz Rello's 'Thank you A C B', Oh! and a visit from prodigal son which was unfamiliarly docile but draining on the wallet.
To end the day on a miserable note, within four hours I shall be facing up to the torment of the Dentists chair, hiding it will be the stiff upper lip and show no fear of my stolid British upbringing.
Anyone who Say's they can sit in a dentists chair without any trepidation is an accomplished liar.

Britisher's Note *****.

In the depths of Winter I finally learned,
That within me lay an invincible Summer.
Back later. Vest.

On this occasion I shall expect a more substantial reward from the 'Tooth Fairy'

2009-10-22T12:43:00.007+11:00

Hallo or Hello or ow yergoing to all my distant rello's and those local also blogger friends and other friends. That should cover the human species, but there are occasions I talk to our parrot and to some of the more friendly birds who visit our garden, each and all who have their own peculiar way of informing me they need feeding, BTW this info should not be leaked to any known detractors. particularly my shrink or medical professional.
I have been attending to the garden chores this forenoon now that the overcast sky has brought the temp down from 36 cel midday Yesterday to a more comfortable 18 cel right now. However, anything reasonable distracting me from my present malady is to be welcomed. My problem commenced the evening before yesterday when a large dental filling ejected during dinner, apart from a couple of jagged edges no pain was evident until the morning when brushing. By nine a/m I went off to visit no fewer than five dentists who each suggested I make an appointment. It appears that Dentists do not bother about emergency jobs. one has to wait your turn whatever ones predicament, it is a pity that teeth cannot arrange to to ache to order at a specified time. So unless someone phones to suggest an earlier appointment, I will have to put up with misery until 1600 Monday-another four days. So while I am feeling a bit 'Cheesed Off'
Idiot 'P' Plater driving a white sedan YDM 417 or YOM 417 at 1215pm Tues heading south along the F3 Motorway near Wyong NSW OZ. You are a complete IDIOT.
P Platers will never learn. The next time a 'P' plater tailgates or fishtails me while driving the max in a 110 klms or 70 mph zone driving in and out of traffic like a bloody idiot pushing me to go faster - guess what? I shall make sure I am the only one in my car and slam on the brakes. If you survive it would be a lesson learned.
No I am not a lousy driver, having driven in Singapore and Hong Kong without accident for over four years - more or less achieving the impossible. A good rule to follow is to anticipate or watch for other drivers about to make a mistake particularly when not signalling their intentions.
The Sun has broken through leaving plenty of storm clouds to stir the imagination - any rain will be welcomed.
I shall now pop off for a quick nod before dinner. It is doubtful that I'll be back before Monday the 26th. Everyone have a pleasant weekend. Vest.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to ones courage".

Horn of Africa Eggheads are Weaponry Winners

2009-10-19T19:53:00.005+11:00

MOGADISHU: Somalia, the land of hatred, bloodshed together with rape pillage and burn and little hope of a turn-around to sanity and lawful government.
Beyond hope with only extreme attrition being the source of normality as we westerners know.
To me the term deep cleansing comes to mind.
This shithole of a country steeped in no hope needs the attention of a huge dose of harpic and several full flushes.

Local Eggheads. Forget an ocean cruise or even a new Merc. The winners of a team quiz organised by a Somalian insurgent group have instead won a ticket to jihad.

The on air comp organised by the al-Qaeda-linked al-Shabaab.

Several communities entered the competition, which consisted of questions on science, culture and the Koran.

The winning contestants, were yesterday presented with their prize, one AK-47 assault rifle, several hand grenades, an anti armored vehicle mine and logistical supplies.
The young men were rewarded with weapons to encourage them to participate in the holy war against the enemies of Allah in Somalia, Sheik Abdullahi Alhaq said at the ceremony, which was attended by hundreds of wildly applauding alShabaab supporters.

The quiz runners-up settled for one AK-47 and ammunition.

Al-Shabaab and allied Islamist groups seized control of Kismayo — one of the country’s main ports and imposed a strict form of Sharia law banning sports, DVDs and Western clothes.

"Don't Worry, We won't be here."

2009-10-19T09:07:00.003+11:00

Barak Obama and Kevin Rudd are shown a time machine which can see 100 years into the future. The both decide to test it by asking a question each. Barak goes first

"What will the USA be like in 100 years time"

The machine whirrs and beeps and goes into action and gives him a printout,
he reads it out "The country is in good hands under the new president,
crime is non-existent, there is no conflict, the economy is healthy. There
are no worries"

Kevin thinks "Its not bad this time machine, I'll have a bit of
that" so he asks "What will Australia be like in 100 years time?"

The machine whirrs and beeps and goes into action, and he gets a printout.
But he just stares at it.

"Come on Kevin" says Barak, "What does it say?"

Kevin replies......."I can't tell ! Its all in Arabic!"

This can happen to anyyone, Yes you too.

2009-10-18T17:58:00.001+11:00

Subject: FW: A MUST READ TA. simple stroke detection you could save a life

STROKE:Remember The 1st Three Letters....S..T..R..

A nurse sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word. I agree.

If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. Seriously..

Please read:

STROKE IDENTIFICATION:

During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) .....she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.

They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening.

Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pmIngrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die.... they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.

It only takes a minute to read this....

A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.

RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and Learn!

Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.

Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

S.... Ask the individual to SMILE.
T..... Ask the person to TALKand SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently, i.e.. It is sunny out today)
R ....Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.

If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call 000 immediately and describe the symptomsto the dispatcher.

New Sign of a Stroke -- Stick out Your Tongue

NOTE: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other,that is also an indication of a stroke..

A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.

I passed it on.... will you??

Now click on the book picture.
'Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies'. By JL Spencer.
Click the Book Pic at top right for Purchase info. Vest has received more books from the publisher, and more will arrive before Xmas, Email me for a Quote for a signed copy, AUSTRALIAN READERS $26..00. Overseas aprox $29..00 - $31..00 only eight weeks to go for xmas delivery.
Now as an entertainment bonus, google http://www.familietiez.com/video/gin.htm click on 'Gin the dancing dog'.Now you know me, I hardly ever send a funny or something interesting, but this I had to share - http://www.familytiez.com/video/gin.htm - E

Sober driver, Annoyed priest Arrogant Cop. Memories of yesteryear

2009-10-14T18:20:00.005+11:00

A few years back a fair bit I had a attended the wedding of a son and daughter in law of a close friend.
After the reception when most of the guests had had a skinful, certain designated drivers ferried the guests to their homes or to other destinations.
Sitting in the middle seat at the back of the car was the Reverend who had conducted the wedding and was wearing a waist seat belt.
Before the first intersection a pedestrian ran across the road causing our driver to slam on the brakes and attracting the policeman ahead attending the car he had stopped in front of our car.
At the point in time when our driver braked, the Reverend in the middle seat was thrown forward by the force of inertia - also a wooden jacket clothes hanger which had been placed near the rear window earlier by the driver had found its way between the back of the Reverend and the back seat, both meeting on return impact.
I was more than a little surprised at the Reverends utterances who by the time the copper had arrived had removed his seat belt and had retrieved the clothes hanger and was waving it at the driver, on seeing this the copper stated "Not wearing a seat belt," The Rev replied of course I'm not can't you understand why you fool, while waving the clothes hanger at the cop, "Not sure what you're raving on about sir but that will be a seventy dollar fine".
At that point I left the vehicle by the curbside rear door and later caught a cab.
A few months ago I met the driver of the car in that incident who informed me that he was fined as well as the Reverend plus the Reverend was fined for unseemly language and violent behaviour, he also stated the old guy named Noel who was sat next to the Reverends other side had peed the back seat.
"Well I'm not surprised mate" I replied that old geezer lived in Marayong and was the same guy who on another occasion who peed the passenger seat in my old yellow business van, at the time he was as pissed as a fiddler when I hauled him out and sat him on a roadside seat and drove home.
Memories of yesteryear. VEST. (c)copyright.

Dirty Eateries.

2009-10-13T18:30:00.002+11:00

Sydney Daily Telegraph MY FAVOURITE NEWSPAPER.Delivered daily to my door.

Dirty eateries escaping shame

From: DailyTelegraph
10ì>" 13, 2009
THEY are some of Sydney's filthiest kitchens and they remain a secret to the city's diners.
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Spring at last? Filthy smoking habits endorsed by Govt.

2009-10-13T11:57:00.009+11:00

A most pleasant day today with all the correct spring ingredients following the recent confusing highs and lows.
A recent visit by our two local Granddaughters accompanied by Tim their daddy was unusually pleasant, I am waiting for confirmation on our proposed visit to relatives down the coast, Rosemary has this in hand or has she forgotten again?.
Last week while waiting around in the supermarket for Rosemary to turn up from the post office and lottery shop I stood staring at the large prominent sign near the FAG counter "SMOKING KILLS", its ominous message enough to strike fear into persons with half a brain.
"Can I help you sir" asked the sales person.
"Not me " I replied "I was saved from the wrath of Rothmans and having a stroke by lucky strike back in 86, But what amazes me is that your business and other businesses likened to this establishment are licenced to kill people who are stupid enough to smoke tobacco products, why on earth don't you refuse to sell tobacco.
His astonishing reply was that, the tax on fags garnered by the govt helped to pay the pensions of the elderly, mainly ex non smokers, and the more people smoked and paid these taxes the more likely they would not reach retiring age thereby saving the Govt heaps, also if we stopped selling fags and the like, our opposition would sell twice as many, but the worst scenario would be that I would be without a job.
So what's it to be, I dunno I replied, I'll just pop in the boozertorium and get me a couple of bots of J W.

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10 July 2007
Kiss a Non Smoker And Taste The Difference.

This is a Re-run

WHAT happened to the slogan 'Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference'?
Did the tobacco companies buy the copyright and ban its publication? if so what about having a new slogan! But remember the kids will have to see it too.
My partner and I are non smokers and only experience this dreadful problem at alcohol pumped up parties and other social gatherings.
What have you experienced when kissing a tobacco smoker? be careful now.
What are your thoughts on tobacco usage in general? like ban Smokes, ration them or tax them out of reach of people, or should we wear a non smokers badge which states,
"Blow that smoke in my face and you will die you bastard"
Remember you dopey smokers, It will reduce your shagging days considerably and each smoke an hour of your life.
Maybe smokers should be fitted with smoke stacks!!

ADD: My two local social clubs which are in a medium size category, segregate smoking areas, however, the gaming areas are all smoking areas, which in my opinion is totally wrong.
I try when possible to occupy an area in the clubs well away from the smokers but my clothing stinks of tobacco smoke when I arrive home.
If we non smokers survive another year we will see ALL smoking banned in pubs and clubs, then a rise in fees and possibly a few establishments going to the wall.

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If you are on a state pension no need to read this .

2009-10-10T08:13:00.000+11:00

Background:

In recent decades, rising globalization has forced governments to restrain their fiscal appetites. After the Reagan and Thatcher tax rate cuts of the 1980s, other countries were forced to respond with their own tax reforms. The growth of low-tax jurisdictions, or tax havens, has put further beneficial competitive pressure on governments with excessive tax rates. The result is that tax rates on income and capital have fallen significantly to the great benefit of global investment and growth.

These pro-growth reforms did not come about because governments suddenly realized that low tax rates are better for growth. Instead, politicians cut tax rates to prevent the geese that lay the golden eggs of prosperity from flying across the border.

Alas, there is now a rising big-government backlash against tax competition. Politicians have made unwise promises for ever-growing levels of redistribution and this is creating pressure for higher tax rates. But higher tax rates are particularly misguided when labor and capital can move to jurisdictions with better policy. This is why high-tax nations are seeking to curtail tax competition and are working through international bureaucracies such as the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development to create an "OPEC for politicians."

Growing or Going Bananas

2009-10-06T18:45:00.018+11:00

Dear relatives and blogger friends.

Haven't ventured forth at all for over ten days, a bout of 'Colley Wobbles flu and several other aches and pains have restricted me to pottering in the garden and catching up with elusive problems. The temp today noon 17 CEL yesterday 13 CEL last week 38 Cel and we are almost into mid spring and the weather patterns are going beserk.

Tele marketer(charity) called today, told the towel head that when my income from UK gets back to normal 45P's not 55P's give me a buzz. That goes for junior relatives too. Get yourselves a job during your school hols. fifty bucks tax free if you cut our grass to our liking, 2.5 hrs our mower and fuel,and no free beer.

Had a lazy day in the galley today, knocked up decadent fish & chips with misc veggies with Banana and Custard to follow.

Thinking of bananas.
Festering within the general public prior to the previous General election, lurked the possibility that should PM,(Draft dodger and chicken hawk)John Howard; actually win the election but retire from office thus giving the health minister and treasurer access to the two top jobs in Govt, would be tantamount to Australia being ridiculed worldwide. This is why the electorate voted labour (labor) And avoided having Australia left in charge of two Chumps called "Abbott and Costello".
After a decade of Lib intervention, national pride more flag crap and republic issues will be reshuffled to sort out the Pro's and Con's. Much emphasise is to put on the Aus Flag not becoming A Green Square Flag embossed with a golden Crescent, or Banana.
Whether the Lizard of Oz, Ex PM Paul Keating was getting it right or not, Strayer aint a Banana Republic yet, mainly thanks to Royalists like finally expired ex Queensland premier and peanut farmer, Jo Bonkers Bananas AKA Joh Bjelke-Petersen. Oh I nearly forgot that other twit our leader of the opposition - Malcolm 'The Turncoat' Turnbull; who is real 'Slow lane Material' and not to be trusted under any circumstances; hardly a Solon more a Dracon.
After cyclone larry 'back a bit' when the banana industry took a belting and bananas were listed in the blue chip pages and needless to say that, only stockbrokers could send their kids to school wiv a nana in their picnic hamper, cos these yellow potassium bombs had reached twelve bucks a kilo at Con the green grocer's in western Sydney, wouldn't like to guess the Double Bay hike.
Eventually after several months, bananas began hitting the stalls from neighboring Banana republics despite the usual ban on imports and pest control regulations. the need to feed and defeat the greed of the slow talking banana benders up in Queensland was given the go ahead. "Time flies like a arrow" so it is said. However "Fruit Fies like a banana"
Strict pest controls on the fruit coming in enabled bananas to become more plentiful and it is now possible to buy bananas around a dollar fifty if you look around. this new oligopoly prevents those charlatans up north having the monopoly and squeezing us southerners.
Anyhow, did you know that only 40 percent of that banana is edible, but the skins make great fertilizer.
I usually have an apple a day 85 per cent consumable and does you more good than a Nana.

A late addition from my niece Christine.

For all those men who say, Why buy a cow when you can get milk for free. Here's an update for you: Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.
And as for bananas, Men are like bananas the older they get, the less firm they become.

Why do women always have the last say?
Back later. Vest.

Chow Mein, has a sinister ring to it.

2009-10-06T12:31:00.004+11:00

Once Formosa as I knew it during conflict back in 45, Taiwan, after a few transitions meaning departing Nip pongoes and the arrival of Chiang kai shek fleeing national army in disarray pursued by Commo Mau, has now settled down after 50 years of confrontation to a Mexican stand off situation. although the general feeling is that conflict between the Sino Nats and Commo regime is becoming less likely each day. Part of this statement forms the opinion provided by recently returned Mr Ho,MD, whose revelations have prompted me to re-issue a former post on this blog.
For those who enjoy Chinese tucker, click yer chopsticks on this.

YUK YUK. But it's true, Dogs are still on the menu in TAIWAN and not just one type of dog, but any breed. This practice of rustling and eating your neighbours best friend is not new, but some unwary tourists found out too late that, the bone they were eating the meat from; that which they would normally give to Rover, was none other than Rover himself.
I have put together a possible Menu which could be encountered should you visit Taiwan (formerly Formosa)and be game enough to shake a canny chopstick or two at the curious canine cuisine, slobber yer chops on this lot, if you are barking mad.

THE MENU

Poached poodle with braised Boxer, Entree Sweet& sour Samoyed.

Curried Corgi in Royal Jelly, Entree Bitches tits with paw paw gravy.

Scotch Terrier in teriyaki sauce, entree Puree of Flench flied fleas.

Bow Wow Sum Chow, Entree Pekingese and Duck soup.

Bistro Menu

The following served with Vegetables or choice of salads.

Chihuahua and chips----Corned Collie and chips----Stir fried Spaniel and Fries.

Mongolian Mongrel Lamb----Mauser & Mushroom Omelet----Springer Spaniel Rolls.

Bitzer Schnitzels.---- All come with a free bowl of Stray dog combination soup.

ROAST OF THE DAY: French Greyhound Stuffed with Neutered Nuts (With garlic)

with condiments and compliments

The WOOF CHOW BOW WOW RESTAURANT.

ENJOY, Vest.

Convicts Marketing, Some Rain and a bleeding Proboscis

2009-09-29T12:00:00.010+10:00

HAVING a convicted criminal call you in your home sounds a little bit unsettling — particularly if they’re still serving time when they do it. And if prisoner number 31047 tried to sell you some raffle tickets for a worthy charity you might be forgiven for being a tad cynical.
And yet there’s every chance you may have already received such a call and - if you’re a generous sort - maybe even made a donation, all without ever knowing you were talking to a criminal. It’s also possible that your kids go to school in a demountable classroom put together by convicts in Cessnock or drink milk processed by prisoners at Emu Plains.
It might be strange to think about it but prison labour is used in a whole bunch of industries across the state and so, one might say, why not telemarketing? The blunt truth is this: No one wants criminals re offending when they get out of jail; they are much less likely to re offend if they have a job; they are much more likely to get a job if they have training and experience on the inside.
And with the appropriate restrictions and supervision there shouldn't be any security issue - certainly no more so than a random stranger in Bangalore having your credit card number.
So, as strange as it sounds, this initiative might be worth giving a go. Let’s face it - it’s not like being called by a telemarketer could get any worse.

This evening is much cooler than the preceding five days of oppressive heat, my flu symptoms are fast disappearing, however, my sinus cavity has cleared - my breathing great but not before a bout of snorting and a rush of blood from my proboscis, which fortunately has now abated(I knew you all wanted to 'nose' that). It is known that a trickle precedes a flood, while attending to the nose bleed, thunder and lightning and the welcome precipitation arrived, although it has stopped now it is the first rain in twenty four days. I do hope the cockies inland get their share too.
As predicted nearest and dearest caught the bug too, Rosemary is experiencing peak flu misery but hopefully the downturn will commence by tomorrow.
It will be a stay at home weekend, but with a visit from (P S), Tim will be calling to collect his daughters; beautiful Tamara and Jacinta for a week in Muswelbrook NSW, during the school hols, I personally would opt for the flu or a spate of temporary deafness.
I am still receiving five times more email than comments on my blog, despite plus more than sixty visits per day. Most bloggers find it rewarding to have someone comment on what they have taken the time and energy to write about, although personal messages (Family) sits are sometimes better kept deadly secret and sent via email.
Having looked outside the rain continues to fall quite heavy too which will give our hard pressed reservoirs a much needed top up. Much advice about how to shower what shower heads to use and how long to shower gets me riled, being it is raining and we are getting more water I shall take a four minute shower so there you have it.

Thank you Christine and Malcolm for The pics and video's from England during our recent visit. It is fortunate to have such great family oriented relatives.
And to all friends and family members enjoy the forthcoming long weekend (OZ). Back later Vest.

A bit of Remembering and some Sniffing Too.

2009-09-28T14:54:00.010+10:00

I haven't had much opportunity to write a post, my time mostly being taken up by more pressing activities within the home and those concerning relatives and my dear friends from the now defunct 'HMS KING GEORGE V' Association which was wound up on Friday Sept 25. There were just seven of us in the Australian by choice members left from the crew of that famous British battleship, which ended her war years in the Pacific and returning to Sydney Sept 27, 65 years ago, at age 83 I am now the youngest member.
Let me quote the words of someone myself and others rubbed shoulders with during the long drawn out periods of action within the pacific campaign particularly the dreadful operation Iceberg which claimed so many lives. The words of Vice admiral Bernard Rawlings "I am not certain that those at home have any idea of what these long operating periods mean, nor of the strain put on those serving on these ships, so many of whom, both officers and men were mere children. In my flagship the average age is deemed to be close to Nineteen years, it was much less two years ago in the beginning.
When I look back on that, on which this untrained youth had managed to accomplish and to stick out, then I have no fear for the future of the British Navy,they were and are; people of great courage who would follow one anywhere and whose keynote was that the word impossible did not exist.
If the priceless tribute what Admiral Rawlings wrote does not make you feel proud to have served on the KGV; then there is nothing more to add, except to say "no matter how menial the tasks performed, or where your action station was, you like me were one of the dedicated crew, without which our great ship would not have functioned so efficiently as it did. My action station was within spitting distance from where Vice Admiral Rawlings controlled our fleet of seventy ships, his conscious affection was shown on each occasion after action with a pat on the shoulder and a "Well done Men".

Today I have a shocking head cold, so more than likely our proposed trip down the coast to visit close relatives will have to be put off for a while. The main cause for my problem would be the changeable weather patterns; and that dust storm gave it a nudge too.

Do you remember this. Death Trap Vehicles, Buy Yours 'Now' and become a road death statistic.' June 20-09, Archives.
It seems someone has woken up and dealt a death blow on those vehicles I mentioned.
Not so beaut Utes.
Motorists looking for a cheap work Utility vehicle beware. Three budget utes have scored poorly in the latest crash tests by the Australian New Car Assessment Program.
Wall Motors SA220 and V240 utes from China scored just two points from five, while the Malaysian built Proton Jumbuck, did worse, by scoring just one star. Feeling desperately suicidal? here within these reconstituted Rickshaws the preparation has been done for you.
Back later, remember anything you're good at contributes to happiness. Vest.

Red Dustand plenty of it.

2009-09-24T07:54:00.001+10:00

For dramatic pictures referred to in my blog, .......GOOGLE ...Sydney Daily Telegraph Sept 24 .09 These pics are amazing. you may comment on my blog.

Kicking up a Dust. Lifespans and Population Expands. Plus should Catholic Priests be de-nutted?

2009-09-23T08:18:00.011+10:00

Today here on the Central Coast of NSW Australia we are approaching mid spring. The Sun shining over a immense mantle of dust kilometers high is penetrating through to the interior of our house; despite that every conceivable entry has been sealed, It is doubtful much out door activity will take place today and my major concern is for those whose livelihood will be affected also asthma sufferers.

Yesterday in Unclesamland an old guy reputedly turned 113 years of age, this I find hard to believe as his origins seem a trifle sketchy. However not so one birthday boy who turns 55 today, Whilst I was serving with the British Navy, Christopher our eldest was born in the British Military Hospital in Singapore to Rosemary my nearest and dearest who was a sweet little twenty year old at the time. Rosemary is still sweet but a little older.
Christopher can join in the B/Day celebrations with approximately 59,725 other Australians from our new revised population figure of 22.8 Million.

Lifespan of secrets....Ever wondered how long a woman can keep a secret? the answer , it seems less than two days. They will typically spill the beans to someone else in 47 hours and 15 minutes. a study of a similar number of women aged 20 to 60 both in the USA and Australia found that,7 out of ten USA women and 4 out of ten Aus women were unable to keep a secret, no matter how personal or confidential the news was. Depending on who the gossip is about, their boyfriend, husband, best friend or mother is most likely to be the initial recipient of the information.
It was not a secret that, Horny Irish Catholic priests visiting women failing to produce children regularly as was expected; were known to provide an immaculate conception.
'DEVIL' PRIEST.
Miami: She was an exotic dancer in a strip club. He a rotten product of the Faith Industry eager to share a night of lust in the VIP lounge, their lust affair ended in January, after she gave birth to his child, now she is demanding child support.
It might be a routine court case if not for David Dueppen's job; Catholic priest.
Beatrice Hernandez filed a restraining order against Dueppen - claiming that when told he began arguing and tried to strangle her.
"He is the Devil" said Hernandez, who provided D N A tests naming the horny priest as the father, "He is the Devil dressed as an Angel."
The Archaic rulings of the Popist Church forbid priests to marry, whereby producing a higher ratio of sex offenders among their ranks than the Normal male population.

It is late am and the dust storm has not abated, the window sills are covered with yellowy brown dust despite the windows being closed, this is not funny, I can not only see it smell it I can now taste it. I suppose the State Govt will get a bollocking for this intrusion upon our lives, with a plethora of priceless clever dicks suggesting how it could have been prevented. I have a great idea but right now I am copping enough criticism. I have a final meeting of our association to attend, we are down to seven members. I found the position of Chairman,Sec and treasurer to much to take on. so herewith ends a legend Fini.
Back later Vest.

Oh BTW, I presume you will have noticed that American women are bigger 'Blabber mouths' than Aus Ladies.

It seems that the Clubs are not coming out of the recession

2009-09-20T11:25:00.007+10:00

It could be that the working person has one way of cutting back on spending in order to top up the mortgage and other high fiscal outgoings and that is by staying home with a slab of tinnies and cheap plonk for er indoors, this is becoming the in thing. This is not a new conception but an echo from the past when shanks pony was the main mode of transport and robbers lurked around darkened corners to bail up unsuspecting intoxicated wayfarers. sadly these have been replaced by people called bobbies cops garda's and other unsavoury names like Govt revenue gatherers.
By inviting your friends around on a reciprocal basis and arranging a designated driver or pick up or a Cab can cut the costs of having a social gathering enormously. Most (grown up)families have facilities for entertaining to implement this , although I would not recommend this sort of going on where young children may become involved.
Although policing these indoor activities does raise questions. however choosing carefully would avoid any unpleasantness.
Over the past three weeks of monitoring the activities of clubs within close proximity, a shift in patronage by clubbers has been forced upon by clubs drastically changing their entertaining formats. This location where I am hosts a population of mainly aged over fifties, retirees with more disposable shekels than the average Mon - Frid blokes.
This past Friday: We went to our local club, there was no one there we knew except staff, most patrons were leggy scantily-dressed some nice looking women ave age about eighteen to forty, about 200 or more outnumbering available Beaus about 4-1.
This new disco from 9-1am has driven the oldies further afield.
A quick gander in the Soccer club at 9-15 pm revealed there was no entertainment and very few patrons.
Last night-Sat, our local club closed two sections for private birthday do's and the main sector was getting an ear bashing by a duo of blokes presumably musicians.
The next visit the soccer club, this was sad; a four piece band playing to a disinterested audience of seven people.
The ex Masonic club now a sports club is where we stayed until the closure at 11-45pm. A sort of tin pot group playing tired well worn music entertaining a group of middle aged bimbo's and guys most of which were known to us who would normally go to our local club. Will things ever get back to normality again? Dunno wots normal?
A group of ancient futlookerdowners (line dancers)have also flown the coop these old hens (boilers) were regulars in the club, maybe they have crossed the road to another club for some fowl reason.

There are health benefits when you are being sociable. The quality of one's social life could have a greater impact on health than diet and exercise, membership of social groups(I believe it would include Blogging)does have a positive impact on health and well-being. There is growing evidence that being a member of a social group can significantly reduce the risk of conditions like stroke and dementia. So those of you including members of my family leading a sedentary life, get off your butt and get out and about, you will live longer.
For those who have to trudge to work this coming week "May your week be fruitful" and those like yours truly have a pleasant sociable week.
Vest.