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Monday 30 December 2013
Tuesday 17 December 2013
Tuesday 10 December 2013
Friday 8 November 2013
Wednesday 11 September 2013
Sunday 8 September 2013
Thursday 5 September 2013
Monday 12 August 2013
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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Sunday 21 July 2013
Saturday 20 July 2013
Sunday 7 July 2013
Friday 5 July 2013
Friday 12 April 2013
Saturday 6 April 2013
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.
Saturday 26 January 2013
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.
Tuesday 15 January 2013
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