The Melbourne Age, 30-12-2013

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Playing with the iPhone.

Underneath CityLink, on my daily walk.

Two Selfies and an Elfte.

George and friend.

A few Bali shots 3

A few Bali shots 2

A few Bali shots 1

Singapore George

More George

With his Godfather.

An early taste for Naan bread.

Sunglo yoghurt fan.

Election Night II

The planks of the platforms, starter selection.

(Note: the money was pretend.)

Election Night Menu

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Now you see them...now you don't.

Went for a walk today and, while out, a severe squall came through.

I turned my head away from the wind and...

...never saw my glasses again.

Rimless, antiglare, very light and somewhere on the Upfield train line enclosure.

$900 to go for a walk.

Could have bought a treadmill.
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End of an era

Bearably Cute

George, at his Baptism.

George

1969 - The year of the bad fringe

Healesville High School Volleyball Team, 1969.

Missing Person - Leisl Smith

Leisl is the sister of a friend and went missing on the 19th of August 2012. 

If you have ANY information, please call Crimestoppers: 1800 333 000. You can report information COMPLETELY anonymously!

Description

What's known: Leisl left home at 1pm on the 19th of August, 2012 and was supposed to return at 5 pm. She never came back. Her car was found at Tuggerah Railway Station (NSW, Australia) 6 weeks later and the only footage of her last seen alive at this point was on the railway stations CCTV>.

Her car, a Silver Honda Accord has been looked at by forensics with nothing suspicious reported.

There is a $10k reward offered by our family for ANY information relating to Leisl. If you DO have ANY information, please call Crimestoppers: 1800 333 000.

Burn's Night, 2013

January 25th, Burn's Night.

Made a faux haggis.  No sheep's lungs were to be found locally so based on liver and heart and, in the absence of a sheep's stomach, used an oven bag to hold it all together.  It was placed in a ceremonial haggis sacrificing altar, had Mr Burn's address read to him and then was dispatched as humanely as possible.

All present were surprised how nice it tasted.

The starter was a lot more colourful: smoked salmon, beetroot & horseradish cream.

The spoon, by the way, was for the dessert (Atholl Brose).

George in a  Jimmy hat.  Or vice versa.

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Oh, smashing shot, Curruthers!

No interest in going to the MCG and being showered with unknown amber liquids from beer cans chucked in the air during a Mexican wave and then wondering who it was that went out while I was submersed in a sea of arms.

Much more fun to pack up a picnic and head to the local park and watch club cricket.  Doesn't matter who's playing.  I shout words of encouragement to the players of all sides, it doesn't matter, I don't know who they are and then, once the chicken and wine has run out, return home.

What do you mean "we're related?"