a berry new year

I wish a juicy 2010 on all of you.

christmas bush

velour balls

lav

They don't make 'em like this any more.

red balloon

my cup runs over

After the thrill of being placed in the How Now Brown Cow competition, today I won the fashion contest at the NSW Bridge Club Melbourne Cup lunch. Oh, and my partner & I won our Bridge as well.


I am so very very wonderful.

time is fleeting

merry merry king

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry merry king of the bush is he
Laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
Gay your life must be

nice belt

Why was 6 afraid of 7?
Because 7 8 9.



What did 0 say to 8?
Nice belt.




Have a nice 8th October, won't you?

Christ on a bike

I can't believe I missed International Blasphemy Day on the 30th September. Luckily the wonderful Skepbitch kept the faith.

gone to graveyards, every one

footpath

dust

Sydney at 6.13 this morning. Dust rolling in from Broken Hill. Taste of it in the air. End of the World. I'm off out to get coffee now. Maybe I'll start smoking again?

saturated spring

lunch with Fried Krill

Sydney winter sky

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?





Ah, Percy Bysshe, I do love poetry about behinds.

and you don't stop

walking The Rocks 2

walking The Rocks

Today, I went for a walk around The Rocks. It was the area first established by the English after they invaded in 1788.





It was a place of skullduggery, cut-throatery, ill-manners and general bad-end-of-townness from then until the 1970s. Then it got gentrified & made polite. Nowadays, it is the place all tourists go to see convict-cut sandstone buildings, and olde timey things.




And walk over the Harbour Bridge.

(And go on ghost tours. If you are lucky enough, your Ghost Host will be my friend JenVu.)





I have had many jobs in The Rocks. I drove hansom cabs there in the early 1980s, wearing a top hat and a tail coat.




(That's not me, but you get the idea)

When the magnificent Maritime Services Board building was being coverted into the Museum of Contemporary Art in 1990, I worked in the memberships programme. After it opened in 1991, I worked on events.




Here is Jeff Koon's Puppy. Love it.






I worked at the bookstore in The Rocks from 1999 to whenever. You may remember my encounter with nudes there.








And here is another workplace of mine. It is said that Australia has the perfect Opera House. The outside is in Sydney, the inside is in Melbourne and the parking is in Adelaide. Having worked in all those Houses (plus Perth's wonderful Her Majesty's, and Brisbane's QPAC) I can concur. Still, there is nothing like walking 'round from Circular Quay towards the House, looking up at Jorn Utzon's glorious sails, and thinking - I work there.







(*Hansom cab and MCA photos not mine)

on reflection

Why yes, I guess I am nuts about life. And nuts. Nuts ..... yum.

tram shot

(thanks to Etta Modern for showing me camerabag.)

nice

I like flowers, water and architecture.

Vale Jill Munroe

man and dog

Photo Friday - High Speed

tree mendous

I had a wonderful birthday season - ten days of attention being paid to ME. I must be wonderful, wouldn't you say? It was all summed up in the card I got from Pookie, who wished me

"A big happy wonderful playful romantic loving fun-filled joyful dirty disgusting smelly rosy farty healthy positive poofy bowel-regularity smiley silly sexy flatulent provocative challenging rewarding smutty fluffy propelled stimulating resourceful stinky sweary hilarious soleful soulful somnambulent birthday"

... and I did.

O happy day

bananas

There was a time I swang free through the concrete jungle, gibbering my doggerel, earning a few measly clams. Ah the early eighties ...


I have come so far .... *choke*

big wheel

keep on turning.

crenellation

When you are ruled by a Queen, you're gonna get castles.

two hundred

It's a rainy autumn morning here in Sydney. The Harbour is shrouded, the coffee is hot, and I'm in my pyjamas. And two hundred posts ago, I ventured a toe into the blogosphere, and found you all. Aaaawww. Now bring me some petit fours and rub my feet.

(Happy birthdays to Big K, Fynn9 and Nicemu the Mad Greek)

rooted

introducing Furry

Oskar was a dog among dogs, an individual, distinctive, attentive, clever, loving animal.

Furry comes to us from a rescue shelter, too. He is a dog of a different stripe. Initially unsure of his place, fearful that he wouldn't be fed, wanting to be part of the pack, but unable to meet our eyes. Now, thanks to the loving home he inhabits, he's a feisty, humorous, hairy firecracker. He loves the beach, and hangin' with his gang. He has many admirers, and is trying hard to figure out going to the cafe. You'd like him. And he would like to sit on your lap.

Threskiornis aethiopicus redux

bus stop

where was Mister Jackson?

So there were some motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking Qantas plane. Four Stimson's pythons. They couldn't be found. So Qantas decided to fumigate the plane. To kill the pythons. Which are non-venomous. Poo on Qantas. A Qantas spokesman said they established that "the species was not threatened or endangered". Wouldn't you say that those particular four reptiles were both? Read all about it.