Monday, June 27, 2011

Enough already with the melodrama

I've snapped out of it and I had to share this, my favourite look from Spring 2012 men's collections, courtesy of Walter Van Beirendonck:

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A breakdown of sorts

I haven't checked anything - email, this log:

Who knows who might have died?
Who knows if I have?

A pretty version of desperation:



I had no idea they did this.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Sorry, wrong version

To fans of Cherrelle everywhere, I apologise and share this, the definitive version of that seminal ode to prick-teasing:



Much better (I knew there was a female version ...)

Snapping out of it

I said I love you Whitney? True enough, but did I really need to blurt it out?
And I stand by that Robert Palmer song (it's still stuck in my head) but what was I on about?

I was drunker than I thought; doesn't happen too often these days.

Anyway, as some sort of penance, or at least antidote to that deeply embarrassing girly outburst, here's a new object of, well, blokey objectification, rugby league player Dave Taylor (a.k.a. "Big" Dave; they're ever inventive in league):


At 6'2" and 120kg, he's been dubbed a "human wrecking ball":


He has a sensational broken nose, like a Roman statue after an earthquake:


What more do you want?
Oh yeah:

Friday, June 17, 2011

Love you Whitney

Whitney Houston; this was the best thing to dance to in London in the late 80s.

Nighty night

Do you think I can find a DVD of the original Hairspray?
Or Serial Mom??
No.
Here's the next best thing;

We are the whorl

Okay, so even before I started this people are all over my back about plagiarism.

And I say, this is about the Hunter River experiencing the whorl.

Whord, people.
The children of the Hunter need psycho-social, psycho-local help to deal with the whorl.
Help to the engage with the whorl. Assistance with basic dealing with, and understanding of, the whorl.
Heal the whorl!
I really wish I could remember why I promised to do this...

You know what?
Here's even better:



Eighties self-aggrandisement (only now bearable!).

Someone pull a plug

The river still hasn't receded and is flowing as fast as ever:



The sheer volume of water is frightening.
Thank goodness for our very own grassy knoll (an oft-maligned topographical feature):

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Chance of showers, total inundation

A few days of serious downpours have caused flooding on the central north coast and upper Hunter valley.

As for us, it just means an unnervingly high river:


You can't tell from that shot, but the water is above our street level, which kind of scares the shit out of me.
No one else seems terribly perturbed.

As of this evening, it hadn't changed:

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

"They're like bathroom tiles" ...

I remember taking someone to the Sydney Opera House and he said that, quite seriously and with some disappointment:


Then again, he's from New York.

Still here

As you might have guessed, little has transpired since my last post.
A definite highlight was a lightning visit last week by Pat and Myffy, foodie mag friends, in the area for work purposes. I've developed a bad habit of not checking my email, so they had to hunt down me and Mick in the back bar of the Metro.
Intrepid journos to the last.

Apart from that, here's a potted pictorial history of the last fortnight.

The regional museum around the corner has installed a sculpture on what has until now been a pointless square of grass.

I'm a little perplexed though:


Is it a downtrodden businessdog worked, quite literally, to the bone? Or someone tired of toeing the corporate line?

Believe me, few people in Maitland suffer either.

Apropos of the previous post, here's our very own, potentially lethal mushroom growing beneath the passionfruit plant (I don't think there's any question as to its edibility):


As for dessert, our orange tree is – after two years and Mick's brutal pruning – finally bearing fruit and then some:


And I should say RIP, Wiedecks Fruit and Veg, effectively run out of town by Woolworths:


It was the one place we always stopped at on the way home from the doctor's; a bunch of carrots or apples for the horses.
Another small business disappears...

Of course, many and varied activities have occurred out of camera shot – I know; edgy, retro – but really, how much does one need to know?