Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question.

Here is one from a while ago now. For some reason the photo that I had uploaded had deteriorated in quality from its pre-uploaded form. It’s a shame, because I had a very nice photo of Ezra preparing to repulse the Tsarist hordes of Aleksandr II Nikolaevich (it’s all very well to emancipate the serfs, but he is not going to get his grubby, imperialist hands on our Casino!)

Anyway, that photo is just not going to happen tonight, so you’ll just have to use your mind’s eye to envisage it yourselves. Think ‘Charge of the Light Brigade’ with children operating heavy guns and you’re there.

In the absence of that image, I delve deep into the well of unused photographs to find one from last year of a more youthful, gentler Ezra re-enacting one of our favourite discussion points: the Second Battle of the Masurian Lakes. Here, Ezra takes the role of Lieutenant-General Pavel Ilich Bulgakov as he bunkers down in the long jump sandpit – standing in for the Augustów Primeval Forest in modern-day Belarus – with the Russian 20th Army Corps as a snowstorm prepares to move in.

What you can’t see is Henry, creeping around the High School gym area in the role of General Fritz Wilhelm Theodor Karl von Below, leading the German Eighth Army into a surprise attack to crush the Russian 10th Army’s Southern Wing.

Suffice to say, a good time was had by all!

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

Henry won.

But then he lost.

15 June 2012 at 18:20

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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