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The past is utterly indifferent to its worshipers.


Here you can see a sad old bugger waiting for the five fifteen to Claremont.

There was once a time when men were men, women were women and people were people. Dogs were dogs, cats were cats and rats were vermin and rules were rules.

Citizens respected authority, children were seen and not heard, little boys were little boys, little girls were little girls and they hated each other for it. People did what they were told and everybody was happy, (or at least pretended to be for the sake of their neighbours).

There was no sex, no drugs and music was kept at a sensible level. Women dressed smartly, respected themselves and had pride in their appearence. Men kept their hair short, their nails trimmed and never cursed in the street.

Ladies were ladies and were thus treated like ladies and genlemen were well-mannered and the rest knew their place and didn’t cause any trouble.

By Christ it was horrible.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Kris, I'm now going to have to visit the bus mall at lunch time today to see exactly what that is in the window behind the bus!

I was browsing some legislation the other day (as you do) and noticed that "Swearing in a public place" is still an offence.

There's a good revenue raiser for Tasmania's finest. Just visit the mall a couple of times a day.
Or any office.
Or a Kevin Rudd interview (how many people are truly shocked that the Prime Minister swore when the rest of us do it all the time?)
KL said…
I was going through some of your old posts. You used to write a lot about cricket then!! And, those videos of Henry are simply adorable :-). Where are the videos of Ez?
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, it's the old reserve bank building (I think).

Twenty minutes in the bus mall and we will be able to pay for a new RHH.

If we throw in some legislation about bad haircuts, we could build two.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I used to post about cricket, but went off the Australian team because it contained so many players that I didn't like. The absence of Hayden, Symonds, Jacques, BLee, McGill and arrival of Tasmanians like Hilfenhaus and Geeves have rekindled my interest somewhat. Maybe I'll start posting again soon!

As for Ezra videos, I have posted a few:

Ezra having a crack at the 'Moonwalk simulator'.

Henry entertains Ezra.

Ezra Exercises.

Henry + Ezra.

Ezra's first ever bath.

Henry meets Ezra for the very first time.
Anonymous said…
Ah yes, Kris. The possibilities for revenue raising on the grounds of bad taste are endless.
But I was referring to the "Boot and Bust" in the window of the (possible) Reserve Bank Building.
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, it looks like a headless angel to me.
Chris Wolf said…
When was this past that you speak of?
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, you know, the past. The good old days. The golden years.
Kranky Granny said…
Oh how I miss those days you described in your post. In some ways I'm thankful that I have already lived the lions share of my life. Certainly, grateful that I am not raising my children in this new modern word.

Great Post, and thank you for visiting my blog today.
Mrsupole said…
It was just a different time. It will probably never be like that again. Although it would be nice if people did not do their swearing in public or at least kept it down just a little bit. The little kids do not need to hear that. That is such a sad thing.

And maybe if a few of those things were still followed today, things might just be a little better. It was not as bad as you think back then. It was just different. In about 20 years people will look back on this time and say the same things. This is just what happens.

Take care.
Dina said…
Good shot.
Nice summary of the way it was. Gee, I actually remember those times.
Babzy.B said…
hopefully these times are gone !
KL said…
Kris, I didn't see that Henry meets Ez first time, but saw all the others. Need more :-P. Awww, Henry is a good brother, a very lovely video.

Tell me, did I hear, "who is your Baba?" in that video? Or was that Dada?

Because I don't think you all call fathers as Baba, do you? In my language, we do it. And, if I not mistaken, it actually originated from Farsi or Arabic.
KL said…
Man! seems like this regionality in Cricket is present everywhere!!! In India, the regionality of cricket was a big politics (don't know if it still exists). Sourav Ganguly is from the city that I am from. And, when he was being dropped (couple of years ago), oh dear! you should have read and seen all the reactions from people - everybody was in uproar - he is dropped because he is from Calcutta, bla..bla..bla...

UK and NZ also have - they constantly say something about Northerners and Southerners. And, now I see Australians also have :-D. Wonder if WI have anything.

What happened to BLee? I know he was not in form (form coming and going) during this SA vs Aus in Australia. But is he not in form in SA (not following that seriously since poor SA is losing)?

Yeah..yeah..BH - seems like all of you all are hoping on him that he would make the Ashes win possible this summer. Poor English!!
tony said…
Your Right! The World Has Gone To The Dogs.........
Kris McCracken said…
Rita, kids have it easy these days! Parents as well!
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, I agree that some social niceties that have fallen by the wayside would be a welcome return.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, do you want them back?
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, it seems we have mixed opinion on that!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, to further complicate things, isn't "baba" what Serbians call their grandmothers?

I think what you heard was my mother asking Henry about the "bubba" (as in baby).
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Tasmania has always been the poor relation of Australian cricket. We're the smallest state, and have had the lowest number of representatives in the Australian team (David Boon, Roger Woolley - two tests - Greg Campbell - four tests, Shaun Young - one test, with Ponting, Krejza and Hilfenhaus all playing recently).

It isn't too much of a stretch to say that if Hilfenhaus was from NSW with his record, he'd have at least a dozen tests under his belt by now.

Look at BLee, the bloke gets chance after chance after chance, but really, has only had two decent (short) periods as a front line bowler. He's been out injured for months now, but no doubt he'll be picked to lead the attack again and will do bugger all but bowl fast and not get any wickets, but be given test after test because of his 'talent'.

If it isn't already evident, I don't rate or like BLee, and think that Australia would be far better off without him on the next Ashes tour.
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, we're DOOMED!
lemon said…
Perfect post!!!

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