Saturday, January 02, 2010
Any party which takes credit for the rain must not be surprised if its opponents blame it for the drought.
The water taxi chugs its way across the Derwent
One can only hope!
Friday, January 01, 2010
A small boy who thinks that he's a big boy sitting on park bench in Cornelian Bay. Note the seagull on the upper left, the Tasman Bridge in the centre right, as well as the boatsheds on the right. The boatsheds burned down the day after this photo was taken, and no, I don't let Henry play with matches.
Glory is largely a theatrical concept. There is no striving for glory without a vivid awareness of an audience.
These fish have undoubtedly seen better days. The orange fellow in particular seems surprised at his predicament. Henry and I took this snap at the fish mongers at Mures Lower Deck.
There is a cruel beauty in the fact that I live in a place that has the world's greatest seafood, and I'm not much of a fan of fish. That said, a nice bit of squid, octopus and the odd John Dorey, and I'll be right!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Another day, another photograph of rigging. You will note that today, there is no frigging in the rigging, as the navy has just passed a law against such activities.
Henry and I did a little experiment before: poem writing. After a long and arduous explanation of rhyme and metre, we set about writing his first ever poem! Henry supplied the core concept, and the key words that rhyme, I banged it together into something [hopefully] servicable. Without further ado...
Henry's First Ever Poem
If I were a little fish
I would have but just one wish
my one wish would be to fly
doing such would make me cry
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
My moles in the ornithological world report to me that this
I thought that I'd post both, and let YOU be the judge.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
I am once again reminded of something the world's most famous Jewish Cowboy - Kinky Friedman - said in a book once:
Friday night was the night most people thought they were supposed to have fun. Trouble was most people didn't know what fun was or how to have it, so things usually ended up pretty ugly.
To be honest, a parking sign in the river is a reasonable result if it's the worst thing to come from thousands upon thousands of pissed idiots that descend on the waterfront at this time of year. Trouble is, it is rarely the worst.
Monday, December 28, 2009
There's this little thing that happens this time of year and gets far more coverage than it deserves - and consequently annoys me - the Sydney to Hobart yacht race.
Referred to incessantly as the Bluewater Classic in the Australian media, the Sydney to Hobart is little more than the mega-rich (come on, the naming sponsors are Rolex ferChristsake) in their expensive toys playing
For two bloody weeks, all we get is a bunch of private school-educated prats bathing in the glory of you
Sunday, December 27, 2009
How about that smile?
I'm considering entering him the the 200 metre smile at the Commonwealth Games in Delhi...
So yesterday we went down to check out the