Returning in desperation
May. 24th, 2009 | 07:27 pm
Dust me off coughing and spluttering.... I return with a request of those far wiser than I.
I'm looking for a place in Sydney that will allow me to purchase a nice frock coat... not too gaudy but definitely classy. A nice feeling fabric for a winter formal event.
I would also other ensemble and to get an overall look as one of those in the weblink below. Look at the Victorian link for my idea...
www.periodcostumeweddings.co.uk/victoria
The big day in 7 weeks hence. And the pressure builds.
Any helping from any of you wise folk would be most appreciated...
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I feel... potent!
Jan. 25th, 2008 | 12:39 pm
I have a new computer and new ISP...
Faster... better... stronger!!
A barbaric yawp is in order!!
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Dead Skin on Trial
Jan. 8th, 2008 | 06:58 pm
mood:
thoughtful
Reading a recent post by
I poured over them... some overexposed, a few blurred and a couple best forgotten. But more often than not, it showed a litany of about 8 years worth in my life and that brought more than its share of smiles.
It showed weddings I'd been to and couples I'd known, some of which have broken apart and most of which have stayed together. It had me asking "who was that student" in the dozens of photos of school camps, charity events and Tournament of Minds comps... and wondering how they fare today. I think they show that I did work I can be proud of... or at least something to ponder.
There were a few of me... mostly with disheveled hair and more than a few with a beard. I wonder if I have changed in more than the external appearance...
It showed me places I'd been, and that I'd occasionally taken something from... or left something behind. It makes me want to wander again...
It triggered memories of dinners and parties populated by friends lost to the tumult of life and a little carelessness on my part. I saw times when I'd attended Mardi Gras, or had dinner parties at the Parramatta flat with Daniel and Surinder. But it also showed friends that remain in my circle who have changed... not only in hairstyle, but grown in attitude. I think now and then about what X would do if they were still in Sydney or if I had anything in common with Y now that they have moved on with their lives. I think as friends fall away, I'd like to value the ones that remain more. I even found a few old girlfriend ones. Occasionally, I held one that was of someone who had died...
I found a number of my family at Xmas or at weddings or birthdays. There were photos of Dad at his 90th birthday with his 3 brothers and a photo of my estranged brother with a tea-towel on his head for a forgotten Xmas... gooning it up for his kids. Although we will never be complete with Dad gone, I'd love for my brother to swallow his pride and return to us.
There weren't ethereal digital images... these were the glossy paper, physical things I could hold in my hands. Things that could be preserved or destroyed with ease... like memories...
But I suppose that's what happens when you look back and dust things off...
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12 Days of Xmas
Dec. 23rd, 2007 | 07:56 am
It's the Toto bit I like best!
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Listen up you primitive screwheads
Dec. 20th, 2007 | 09:22 am
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Another one wrapped up...
Dec. 7th, 2007 | 11:46 am
mood:
chipper
As of now, I am officially on holidays.
The 2007 academic year wrapped up reasonably well. Speech day, a couple of staff days, far too much food... or in some cases, not enough, a renewal of my senior First Aid qualificiation and lawn bowls.
Three things are going to be good in 2008. I go back to teaching a Year 12 class. I missed out for a year and realised how much I missed teaching that content... and the respect of the Year 12s (even when they are being precious). I have also taken up position as Head of Hawthorne House for 2008. It means I have to change "alleigences" but I enjoyed my brief stint doing a similar job at the beginning of this year so now it is written on a more permanent tablet... and best yet... it is the black house... and I look fabbo in black!! Finally Princess Histrionic (previously referred to in many a ranty post) has left to work elsewhere... her replacement seems pleasant enough... and nowhere near as opinionated or closed-minded. No more treading on egg-shells or admonishing finger at my back.
And there is a certain joy in my future days...
<grin>
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This is pretty awesome... and stuff!!
Nov. 24th, 2007 | 12:05 pm
mood:
chipper
It has been a while since posting and I only have a little to report... Work... Love... all those things... proceeds at pace.
Having the two mondo stress causers for the office for a week has been a wonderful change... the atmosphere and dynamic changed dramatically. I looked forward to walking into the office and others could see the difference too. One of them leaves at the end of the year (and I shall sing Halleluyah!!!) and that should have an effect on a happier year in 2008...
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/scho
This caught my eye in this morning's paper. I applaud this young man for showing the courage to speak out on certain "unpleasantries" in some our nations elite schools. It showed great character to speak of things such as integrity and honour when they seem in such fragile supply. I hope others emulate this young man in the future...
Speaking of speaking out... or singing rather.... I saw "Keating!" on Thursday night and found it awesome... bringing back memories and utterly appropriate so close to an election. The lampooning of Bonsai was hilarious. There is another season coming up in July... see it!! Your gods demand it!! Vol is hungry...we must feed Vol. And yes I have voted.
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Big white taxi
Nov. 4th, 2007 | 06:03 pm
mood:
mellow
I checked...
The big white taxi inhabiting my car space has gone.
And here I was prepping for some interesting drama....
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Birthday wishies from giants in our midst...
Nov. 1st, 2007 | 05:57 pm
Hello Mr Hollingworth
I give you an awesome birthday...
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'unting useless
Nov. 1st, 2007 | 05:32 pm
mood:
annoyed
Some of you may recall the posting about the leaking ceiling and the abandoned taxi...
Well... this is how the drama is playing itself out.
I call strata on Monday and do not get to actually speak to a human until Tuesday. Their solution to the abandoned taxi is to contact the police as it is on private property (MY FUCKING PROPERTY!!!) and they can'd do anything about it. They do, however get in contact with a plumber who contacts me back after a short delay (They gave him the wrong number for my mobile) He arrives in the morning and checks out the leak and diagnoses the problem. One of the units on the next floor has changed their hot water meter and a leak was caused which ran through the concrete. Apparently a plasterer to fix the cieling damage is going to contact me....
I call the police today and they inform me that although the taxi is registered to someone in the building, they cannot move it. I can of course break into it and push it onto the street (An interesting solution proposed by our local constabulary). I call strata who gave me the same story and suggest I signpost around the building that if it is not moved it will be towed which would be, naturally, at my expense. I mention how entirely unsatisfactory that would be and think strongly about the "push taxi into centre of carparking area and see whose fucking problem it is" option.
And then my delightful girlie suggests I contact the taxi company and get them to tell them to move it. Lo and behold.... Action!! The company will contact the owner to move it and I figure if that isn't done I have a couple of default plans...
>Push into middle of car park
>Push onto street and contact council
>Contact my fucking excellent lawyer
And I'm sure my most creative friends could come up with "interesting options"...
Stay tuned to see if that is all successful...
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The joys of apartment living
Oct. 28th, 2007 | 01:23 pm
location: Home
mood:
confused
music: Queen B (Puscifier)
I look again on Saturday afternoon and discover another puddle. Then I spot the drops of water on the ceiling above. Not gushing, but definitely a leak in the ceiling. I leave a note on the door of my upstairs neighbour to contact me. She apparently has some blistering of the wall above the leak in my ceiling. We end up meeting on Sunday to view the damage and I'll be calling the Strata Manager tomorrow.
On Saturday night, Vanessa and I are out at her Ceroc ball. I stave off the need to dance (rather insistedly in some instances) and although I had a good time, a screw up with catering meant that a whole bunch of us ended up without meals until at least 10:30 (and then it was salad and pizza from down the road). We come back to my place, all a bit weary and I suggest parking in my car spot in the "secure" car park. Interestingly enough, I discover a parked taxi in my spot. It had no number plate, rego at least 4 months outta date, a pretty serious layer of dust over it and packed with stuff out of the hardware shop.
These things weigh on my mind. There will be a very interesting conversation between me and strata on Monday...
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(no subject)
Oct. 23rd, 2007 | 06:03 pm
mood:
cranky
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Sea-hunting
Sep. 26th, 2007 | 11:29 am
mood:
grumpy
I wake up this morning at 4 am, cannot get back to sleep and feel the first signs of a cold coming on.
Then I go do some work at about 5 am which I promptly delete by 6 am completely accidentally.
Then, even though I leave home early, I miss a bus by a scant 15 seconds although I do arrive on time through fortune and strange fluid bus schedules.
I plonk myself down at my desk, throw my jacket over the back of my chair and promptly roll over one of my buttons tearing it off. I'm bouncing rants and bad vibes all over the place. I'm finding fault with anything and everything today and am just waiting for the tooth-pulling faculty meeting after lunch.
The children are starting to tremble at my approach...
Just needing to vent...
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A question to ponder...
Sep. 16th, 2007 | 07:37 pm
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Pater
Sep. 9th, 2007 | 10:51 am
mood:
contemplative
He fought with the Maltese militia under the British and then the Americans, eventually taking part in the invasion of Silicy. At the end of the war, he threw his medals into the sea and burned his uniform. He also then met and married the woman who was to become his wife for over 60 years.
They moved to Australia with their 4 children and made a new life in Sydney. My father ended up working as a carpenter for the railways and my mother tended to her children. In 1970, they gave birth to their final child, a son, David Stephen. Dad was 56. Although we never spoke the same language, he would crack my knuckles, rub his stubble against my cheek and draw doodles on my homework that I would have to explain to my teacher.
In August last year he had a severe stroke and despite the loss of almost a third of his brain, fought back, returning home. He was cared for by my mother and sister and showed improvement day to day. He was happiest on days when he could sit outside in the backyard and in the garden he tended for over 40 years. When he went back to hospital a couple of weeks ago, he complained about all the old people there what on Earth he was there for! However, a lung infection, low pressure and progressive kidney failure finally caused the fight to be over on Saturday, September 8th, 2007. I had my hand on his forearm as I heard his breathing slow and his eyes fall... He was 93 1/2.
He taught me to appreciate the living world, had a cheeky wit, fought for the things that mattered and was a man of generosity, character and integrity. I hope I carry something of that in me...
Goodbye Andrew... the world has become a richer place by your presence.
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Attenborough's England
Aug. 27th, 2007 | 08:41 pm
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Sela
Aug. 23rd, 2007 | 05:25 pm
mood:
contemplative
(Don't worry, it wasn't me. Just what I have been observing over the last week or so.)
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For the WoW-heads (Not for children or peasants)
Aug. 9th, 2007 | 05:24 pm
Disney couldn't have done it better!
