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Post by celyn on Nov 22, 2014 3:31:14 GMT -1
Marathons always strike me as more than a bit daft. Let's have a big race to commemorate that old-timey bloke who ran about 26 miles to bring news of the battle, then immediately dropped down deid. What a jolly idea that sounds.
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Post by ozneil on Nov 22, 2014 3:38:57 GMT -1
Marathons always strike me as more than a bit daft. Let's have a big race to commemorate that old-timey bloke who ran about 26 miles to bring news of the battle, then immediately dropped down deid. What a jolly idea that sounds. Yeah he was dead beat. Mind you his mob won
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 3:58:57 GMT -1
Marathons always strike me as more than a bit daft. Let's have a big race to commemorate that old-timey bloke who ran about 26 miles to bring news of the battle, then immediately dropped down deid. What a jolly idea that sounds. It's all Greek to me, sorry. I do sort of wish that dear pals would just STOP asking me to sponsor their running about for however many miles (or metres, as we're now all continental). I'd far rather sponsor them to eat sherry trifle.
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Post by notanimby on Nov 22, 2014 8:10:08 GMT -1
Marathons always strike me as more than a bit daft. Let's have a big race to commemorate that old-timey bloke who ran about 26 miles to bring news of the battle, then immediately dropped down deid. What a jolly idea that sounds. It's all Greek to me, sorry. I do sort of wish that dear pals would just STOP asking me to sponsor their running about for however many miles (or metres, as we're now all continental). I'd far rather sponsor them to eat sherry trifle. humour in this thread is a bit spartan
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 19:42:18 GMT -1
Ok we're sorted! Not as in winning the lottery but we're all firing round my sis's . Hoping for snow so's my contribution, a very large trifle, can be conveyed by sledge. I'd did confess about the oven but the wee darlin took pity and offered to host. SO. You'll never guess what I saw on ina flat window in Hyndland on my trek home tonight. On the 26th of November.....what is WRONG with people? Ps apols for terrible typing, bloody iPad.
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Post by ozneil on Nov 26, 2014 20:23:32 GMT -1
Grandaughter's neighbours were decorating their flat yesterday ... mum & 3 kids, borrowed my steps. Really nice people help out grandaughter a lot.
Their second Xmas in Oz they are Chinese from Shanghai but love Christmas.
Quite funny all the carports have cars except theirs which has 5 bikes
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Post by ozneil on Dec 10, 2014 23:02:21 GMT -1
I was going to post this later but as we were talking about bad weather and pics elsewhere I decided to post it now Xmas day is the 40th Anniversary od Cyclone Tracy hitting Darwin so I have put in a couple of you-tubes a bit early www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJi_kBIiZ4Ain this case relieving humour does show through about 1:30 in and www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qGNMmhtD4k
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 23:25:08 GMT -1
I've no memory of hearing about that at the time, Oz, I'd have been 18-ish then, I think only two TV channels at the time here in the UKE. We, here, always kinda think of North East Aus as being a paradise and I'm guessing few here would have known about such catastrophic events. There was no internet and no 24/7 news broadcasts back then. Have to say the first clip kinda left me cold though, despite Bill and Boyd's best efforts. Sorry about that..
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Post by ozneil on Dec 10, 2014 23:31:24 GMT -1
Yeah its not brilliant It came out very quick and became a sort of signature tune.
All profits went to Darwin appeal
In the other one Whitlam was a waste of Space
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Post by ozneil on Dec 11, 2014 1:31:38 GMT -1
Slightly longer dif look www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-jFXs_badAIt was decided early on to take all women and children and elderly to Southern states and as a result the biggest peacetime airlift at that time. A QANTAS 747 set a record for pax carried (750) they put seats in the hold. People were just loaded by priority families with babies , families with young kids and so on. They didnt know where they were going till after take off. one thing was sure they were well looked after when they got there. As well as Australian Airlines we had planes from RAAF NZ, UK, USAAF, France and others all working on a shuttle service supplies and personnel in, people out. Some badly injured were flown to Singapore as the nearest major hospital. One memory is a passenger agent dressed in a Kaftan and a QANTAS Captain's cap working non stop for days loading people, getting sleep when he could. It was the second day before he knew his family was safe Sorry for being a bit self indulgent
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 1:12:12 GMT -1
And......veering back on topic...it's hell out there today, I tell you, HELL! I finally got to take a day's TOIL today and decided--alas!--to spend it seeking out a few Christmas gifts for nearest and dearest. It started out OK late-morning, very civilised, despite flash *January* sales happening overnight. Got increasingly worse as offices emptied early on a Friday and what was apparently the entire population descending en masse on Glasgow's Style Mile (kid you not..).. Mayhem. People wi sharp elbows behaving badly, getting impatient in queues for suddenly-reduced-price baltic-weather gear, computer games, DVDs, you name it. Some shops giving it 20-30% off everything, it was like a scene from starving African countries, except people shoving others out the way over goods, not food. Horrible, just horrible. Got worse early evening, alas!-- as is start of Office Nights Out. Me and wean, headed for a pal's birthday party, made the entirely wrong decision to have a bite to eat down Byres first. (Food itself was great value, new Italian place above FOPP, Bormes, recommended!) Except for the screeching hordes of shall we say, *excitable*, office workers, shouting at the top of their lungs (why DO they DO that?) and cackling like harridans at a volume that easily breaches all health and safety guidelines-- and some. They were THAT loud, we had to keep grabbing our drinks and cutlery cos they were jumping off the table wi the vibrations...PAH! So, onwards to the partay. Slam and erstwhile Hacienda Djs. Fantastic sound system, but that way if you're not up on the dancefloor you can't actually talk and have to resort to lip-reading or deafening people by shouting in their lughole. Ma ears are totally gubbed! Saw loads of pals, and still haven't a fecking clue what any of em said to me this evening. Was fun though, in a strange, reconnect with the 80s way.. Sensory overload this time of year. Kinda wish everyone'd just you know, calm DOWN.
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Post by notanimby on Dec 13, 2014 7:45:00 GMT -1
And......veering back on topic...it's hell out there today, I tell you, HELL! I finally got to take a day's TOIL today and decided--alas!--to spend it seeking out a few Christmas gifts for nearest and dearest. It started out OK late-morning, very civilised, despite flash *January* sales happening overnight. Got increasingly worse as offices emptied early on a Friday and what was apparently the entire population descending en masse on Glasgow's Style Mile (kid you not..).. Mayhem. People wi sharp elbows behaving badly, getting impatient in queues for suddenly-reduced-price baltic-weather gear, computer games, DVDs, you name it. Some shops giving it 20-30% off everything, it was like a scene from starving African countries, except people shoving others out the way over goods, not food. Horrible, just horrible. Got worse early evening, alas!-- as is start of Office Nights Out. Me and wean, headed for a pal's birthday party, made the entirely wrong decision to have a bite to eat down Byres first. (Food itself was great value, new Italian place above FOPP, Bormes, recommended!) Except for the screeching hordes of shall we say, *excitable*, office workers, shouting at the top of their lungs (why DO they DO that?) and cackling like harridans at a volume that easily breaches all health and safety guidelines-- and some. They were THAT loud, we had to keep grabbing our drinks and cutlery cos they were jumping off the table wi the vibrations...PAH! So, onwards to the partay. Slam and erstwhile Hacienda Djs. Fantastic sound system, but that way if you're not up on the dancefloor you can't actually talk and have to resort to lip-reading or deafening people by shouting in their lughole. Ma ears are totally gubbed! Saw loads of pals, and still haven't a fecking clue what any of em said to me this evening. Was fun though, in a strange, reconnect with the 80s way.. Sensory overload this time of year. Kinda wish everyone'd just you know, calm DOWN. ARf - a friend of mine has a bistro/cafe/bar in Greenock - he hates this time of the year as his custom is mainly what you describe ( in bold) terrible types who seem only to visit his establishment at this time of the year causing ructions for his regulars and others seeking a good meal and good cheer Most of the time the financials dont even make sense of having them in either, as they spend next to nothing as they seem to get pished on a tenner
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Post by ozneil on Dec 13, 2014 21:28:33 GMT -1
NSW Tradition Decorated buses It started a few years ago when a bus driver at Newcastle Depot decided to put a few decorations on her bus to cheer up her passengers. It grew like topsy. All the depots prepare a bus each which enters into a competition with the bestbus winning $500 given to the charity of the drivers choice As well as that drivers decorate the normal service buses. Theses 2 pics are a normal service bus on the City to Marsfield run. It carries fare paying passengers A local Sikh driver wears a Santa Hat perched on top of his turban and has a huge smile
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 0:05:40 GMT -1
If only we had that kinda bus-culture, Oz. Sadly hereabouts buses are mainly regarded as being the transport of losers. Gotta laugh, really. I've just about had it around here, disenchantment's being coming on for a few years now. It's just that the competitive element is becoming stupid to the point of idiocy. It would seem that a solo Christmas tree in one's window is no longer sufficient, even if it IS 23 feet tall and emblazoned with 500 lights. Where we 'seem' to be at now is that apparently it's necessary to be able to hold your head up in public and not be driven into the local stocks to be pelted with past its sell-by Waitrose fruit, that that you have a tree all lit up to buggery in EACH and EVERY window in one's house. Plus-of course- a veritable cornucopia of utter tastelessness (yes!) in every garden and or balcony. And it's not subtle tasteful wee lights or anything, OH no. It's mental migraine-inducing HORRIBLE flashing led's, specially that blue. People exhorting their domestic slaves to fire up on unfeasibly high ladders to decorate 100 year old trees with ridiculously ostentatious displays. House two down has THE biggest lit up star on top of Christmas tree, the thing's about the size of the Titanic. I'll take a pic and post it, it's fucking ridiculous I'm not long for this area. Tis increasingly full of fucking nutters, whose only care is ostentatious show-offery. Next up'll be twat next door, tripping down the path in his designer skiing outfit finery, even though there's no effing snow. Bah. Humbug.
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Post by bormes on Dec 17, 2014 10:34:32 GMT -1
Considering it is nearly Christmas Rolo, any sign of Westy?? I miss her comments. Are you able to contact her and perhaps meet up soon for a wee imbibe?? Everyone else would be welcome to come along, perhaps the Ben Nevis, Chip, Bully Mardis??
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