Wednesday, 11 September 2013

More George

With his Godfather.

An early taste for Naan bread.

Sunglo yoghurt fan.

Sunday, 8 September 2013

Election Night II

The planks of the platforms, starter selection.

(Note: the money was pretend.)

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Monday, 12 August 2013

Now you see 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.

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!
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.


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.