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The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.


Flinders Street Station, Melbourne, in glorious colour. April, 2010.

A few thoughts...

  • A colour photograph can give a very different impression to a black and white, despite being taken mere seconds apart.


  • Australia got their just desserts in the World Cup against Germany.


  • Australian soccer fans are annoying.


  • The Australian Soccer Team are annoying.


  • Soccer AustraliaThe Australian Football Federation are annoying.


  • Soccer is annoying.


  • Ezra has discovered Bob the Builder in a big way. However, he says "Bitte Ahh" instead of "Bob the Builder".



Flinders Street Station, Melbourne, in moody black and white. April, 2010.

Comments

Julie said…
Another annoying thing ... I thought collective nouns took a singular verb ....
Kris McCracken said…
In British English, it is generally accepted that collective nouns can take either singular or plural verb forms depending on the context and the metonymic shift that it implies. For example, "the team is in the dressing room" (formal agreement) refers to the team as an ensemble, whilst "the team are fighting among themselves" (notional agreement) refers to the team as individuals.

I hope that this clears it up.
Magpie said…
When I visit, I either feel really smart or very dumb...
Love the photos and the contrast between them.
Roddy said…
The masters in English whatever is paying off.
A matter of centimetres changes the visual. A whole new audience gives it a slightly different perspective.
Black and white versus colour. Colour wins out. The grand old lady looks far better in colour. After all, Melbourne was my home town once.
Louis la Vache said…
A very interesting contrast between the station in color and in black and white.

hee hee...
Don't hold back. Tell us what you REALLY feel about soccer.

«Louis» was pleased to see that you had visited.
Carola said…
Yes, yes, yes, soccer is annoying. We are back in Germany, in Munich, soccer fans everywhere, uhhh. And troee troee. You know Germans are mad about soccer.
It's diffrent now for us to travel in our home country. But good to have some more weeks to GO.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, feel smart, PLEASE!?!

Roddy, Masters of English? No idea at all...

Louis, soccer is currently being rammed down our throat at the moment, normally I can just ignore it.

Carola, how will you all cope with normality?

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