Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Convicts Marketing, Some Rain and a bleeding Proboscis

HAVING a convicted criminal call you in your home sounds a little bit unsettling — particularly if they’re still serving time when they do it. And if prisoner number 31047 tried to sell you some raffle tickets for a worthy charity you might be forgiven for being a tad cynical.
And yet there’s every chance you may have already received such a call and - if you’re a generous sort - maybe even made a donation, all without ever knowing you were talking to a criminal. It’s also possible that your kids go to school in a demountable classroom put together by convicts in Cessnock or drink milk processed by prisoners at Emu Plains.
It might be strange to think about it but prison labour is used in a whole bunch of industries across the state and so, one might say, why not telemarketing? The blunt truth is this: No one wants criminals re offending when they get out of jail; they are much less likely to re offend if they have a job; they are much more likely to get a job if they have training and experience on the inside.
And with the appropriate restrictions and supervision there shouldn't be any security issue - certainly no more so than a random stranger in Bangalore having your credit card number.
So, as strange as it sounds, this initiative might be worth giving a go. Let’s face it - it’s not like being called by a telemarketer could get any worse.

This evening is much cooler than the preceding five days of oppressive heat, my flu symptoms are fast disappearing, however, my sinus cavity has cleared - my breathing great but not before a bout of snorting and a rush of blood from my proboscis, which fortunately has now abated(I knew you all wanted to 'nose' that). It is known that a trickle precedes a flood, while attending to the nose bleed, thunder and lightning and the welcome precipitation arrived, although it has stopped now it is the first rain in twenty four days. I do hope the cockies inland get their share too.
As predicted nearest and dearest caught the bug too, Rosemary is experiencing peak flu misery but hopefully the downturn will commence by tomorrow.
It will be a stay at home weekend, but with a visit from (P S), Tim will be calling to collect his daughters; beautiful Tamara and Jacinta for a week in Muswelbrook NSW, during the school hols, I personally would opt for the flu or a spate of temporary deafness.
I am still receiving five times more email than comments on my blog, despite plus more than sixty visits per day. Most bloggers find it rewarding to have someone comment on what they have taken the time and energy to write about, although personal messages (Family) sits are sometimes better kept deadly secret and sent via email.
Having looked outside the rain continues to fall quite heavy too which will give our hard pressed reservoirs a much needed top up. Much advice about how to shower what shower heads to use and how long to shower gets me riled, being it is raining and we are getting more water I shall take a four minute shower so there you have it.

Thank you Christine and Malcolm for The pics and video's from England during our recent visit. It is fortunate to have such great family oriented relatives.
And to all friends and family members enjoy the forthcoming long weekend (OZ). Back later Vest.

Monday, 28 September 2009

A bit of Remembering and some Sniffing Too.

I haven't had much opportunity to write a post, my time mostly being taken up by more pressing activities within the home and those concerning relatives and my dear friends from the now defunct 'HMS KING GEORGE V' Association which was wound up on Friday Sept 25. There were just seven of us in the Australian by choice members left from the crew of that famous British battleship, which ended her war years in the Pacific and returning to Sydney Sept 27, 65 years ago, at age 83 I am now the youngest member.
Let me quote the words of someone myself and others rubbed shoulders with during the long drawn out periods of action within the pacific campaign particularly the dreadful operation Iceberg which claimed so many lives. The words of Vice admiral Bernard Rawlings "I am not certain that those at home have any idea of what these long operating periods mean, nor of the strain put on those serving on these ships, so many of whom, both officers and men were mere children. In my flagship the average age is deemed to be close to Nineteen years, it was much less two years ago in the beginning.
When I look back on that, on which this untrained youth had managed to accomplish and to stick out, then I have no fear for the future of the British Navy,they were and are; people of great courage who would follow one anywhere and whose keynote was that the word impossible did not exist.
If the priceless tribute what Admiral Rawlings wrote does not make you feel proud to have served on the KGV; then there is nothing more to add, except to say "no matter how menial the tasks performed, or where your action station was, you like me were one of the dedicated crew, without which our great ship would not have functioned so efficiently as it did. My action station was within spitting distance from where Vice Admiral Rawlings controlled our fleet of seventy ships, his conscious affection was shown on each occasion after action with a pat on the shoulder and a "Well done Men".

Today I have a shocking head cold, so more than likely our proposed trip down the coast to visit close relatives will have to be put off for a while. The main cause for my problem would be the changeable weather patterns; and that dust storm gave it a nudge too.

Do you remember this. Death Trap Vehicles, Buy Yours 'Now' and become a road death statistic.' June 20-09, Archives.
It seems someone has woken up and dealt a death blow on those vehicles I mentioned.
Not so beaut Utes.
Motorists looking for a cheap work Utility vehicle beware. Three budget utes have scored poorly in the latest crash tests by the Australian New Car Assessment Program.
Wall Motors SA220 and V240 utes from China scored just two points from five, while the Malaysian built Proton Jumbuck, did worse, by scoring just one star. Feeling desperately suicidal? here within these reconstituted Rickshaws the preparation has been done for you.
Back later, remember anything you're good at contributes to happiness. Vest.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Red Dustand plenty of it.

For dramatic pictures referred to in my blog, .......GOOGLE ...Sydney Daily Telegraph Sept 24 .09 These pics are amazing. you may comment on my blog.

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Kicking up a Dust. Lifespans and Population Expands. Plus should Catholic Priests be de-nutted?

Today here on the Central Coast of NSW Australia we are approaching mid spring. The Sun shining over a immense mantle of dust kilometers high is penetrating through to the interior of our house; despite that every conceivable entry has been sealed, It is doubtful much out door activity will take place today and my major concern is for those whose livelihood will be affected also asthma sufferers.

Yesterday in Unclesamland an old guy reputedly turned 113 years of age, this I find hard to believe as his origins seem a trifle sketchy. However not so one birthday boy who turns 55 today, Whilst I was serving with the British Navy, Christopher our eldest was born in the British Military Hospital in Singapore to Rosemary my nearest and dearest who was a sweet little twenty year old at the time. Rosemary is still sweet but a little older.
Christopher can join in the B/Day celebrations with approximately 59,725 other Australians from our new revised population figure of 22.8 Million.

Lifespan of secrets....Ever wondered how long a woman can keep a secret? the answer , it seems less than two days. They will typically spill the beans to someone else in 47 hours and 15 minutes. a study of a similar number of women aged 20 to 60 both in the USA and Australia found that,7 out of ten USA women and 4 out of ten Aus women were unable to keep a secret, no matter how personal or confidential the news was. Depending on who the gossip is about, their boyfriend, husband, best friend or mother is most likely to be the initial recipient of the information.
It was not a secret that, Horny Irish Catholic priests visiting women failing to produce children regularly as was expected; were known to provide an immaculate conception.
Miami: She was an exotic dancer in a strip club. He a rotten product of the Faith Industry eager to share a night of lust in the VIP lounge, their lust affair ended in January, after she gave birth to his child, now she is demanding child support.
It might be a routine court case if not for David Dueppen's job; Catholic priest.
Beatrice Hernandez filed a restraining order against Dueppen - claiming that when told he began arguing and tried to strangle her.
"He is the Devil" said Hernandez, who provided D N A tests naming the horny priest as the father, "He is the Devil dressed as an Angel."
The Archaic rulings of the Popist Church forbid priests to marry, whereby producing a higher ratio of sex offenders among their ranks than the Normal male population.

It is late am and the dust storm has not abated, the window sills are covered with yellowy brown dust despite the windows being closed, this is not funny, I can not only see it smell it I can now taste it. I suppose the State Govt will get a bollocking for this intrusion upon our lives, with a plethora of priceless clever dicks suggesting how it could have been prevented. I have a great idea but right now I am copping enough criticism. I have a final meeting of our association to attend, we are down to seven members. I found the position of Chairman,Sec and treasurer to much to take on. so herewith ends a legend Fini.
Back later Vest.

Oh BTW, I presume you will have noticed that American women are bigger 'Blabber mouths' than Aus Ladies.

Sunday, 20 September 2009

It seems that the Clubs are not coming out of the recession

It could be that the working person has one way of cutting back on spending in order to top up the mortgage and other high fiscal outgoings and that is by staying home with a slab of tinnies and cheap plonk for er indoors, this is becoming the in thing. This is not a new conception but an echo from the past when shanks pony was the main mode of transport and robbers lurked around darkened corners to bail up unsuspecting intoxicated wayfarers. sadly these have been replaced by people called bobbies cops garda's and other unsavoury names like Govt revenue gatherers.
By inviting your friends around on a reciprocal basis and arranging a designated driver or pick up or a Cab can cut the costs of having a social gathering enormously. Most (grown up)families have facilities for entertaining to implement this , although I would not recommend this sort of going on where young children may become involved.
Although policing these indoor activities does raise questions. however choosing carefully would avoid any unpleasantness.
Over the past three weeks of monitoring the activities of clubs within close proximity, a shift in patronage by clubbers has been forced upon by clubs drastically changing their entertaining formats. This location where I am hosts a population of mainly aged over fifties, retirees with more disposable shekels than the average Mon - Frid blokes.
This past Friday: We went to our local club, there was no one there we knew except staff, most patrons were leggy scantily-dressed some nice looking women ave age about eighteen to forty, about 200 or more outnumbering available Beaus about 4-1.
This new disco from 9-1am has driven the oldies further afield.
A quick gander in the Soccer club at 9-15 pm revealed there was no entertainment and very few patrons.
Last night-Sat, our local club closed two sections for private birthday do's and the main sector was getting an ear bashing by a duo of blokes presumably musicians.
The next visit the soccer club, this was sad; a four piece band playing to a disinterested audience of seven people.
The ex Masonic club now a sports club is where we stayed until the closure at 11-45pm. A sort of tin pot group playing tired well worn music entertaining a group of middle aged bimbo's and guys most of which were known to us who would normally go to our local club. Will things ever get back to normality again? Dunno wots normal?
A group of ancient futlookerdowners (line dancers)have also flown the coop these old hens (boilers) were regulars in the club, maybe they have crossed the road to another club for some fowl reason.

There are health benefits when you are being sociable. The quality of one's social life could have a greater impact on health than diet and exercise, membership of social groups(I believe it would include Blogging)does have a positive impact on health and well-being. There is growing evidence that being a member of a social group can significantly reduce the risk of conditions like stroke and dementia. So those of you including members of my family leading a sedentary life, get off your butt and get out and about, you will live longer.
For those who have to trudge to work this coming week "May your week be fruitful" and those like yours truly have a pleasant sociable week.

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Getting back to normality. Well nearly.

Bills, accounts to sort out and other domestic renovations cleaning and gardening chores have taken over my time during the past four weeks. Relatives calling and a more calm Pr/Son, have taken toll of our time, so maybe this weekend we may get out and about.
It has rained about three times but briefly within the past month, today and yesterday the temp reached 32 Cel, indoors it is still in the mid 20's we would normally have the heat on in the evenings until mid spring in the Sth/Hemisphere.

Out shopping recently I finally had a showdown with a local butchery within a shopping complex. Asking for six Forequarter Lamb chops on display, The guy probably with a thumb on the scale filled a bag from behind the counter with the scrag ends from the lamb Forequarter. With a large audience of women, I the tipped the scrag ends onto the counter and demanded those that I had asked for. the bloke serving replied if you don't like them 'Piss off". I did just that, and so did the other customers. Mind you he is not alone in this trickery; buying pre-packed meat from supermarkets; particularly the so called bulk packs, these packs have the choice cuts on display at the top of the pack but underneath is flesh about 48 per cent fat and bone free.
Lotto sale.
A group of bonehead pollies from all political parties within NSW agree with the present goon in charge of the welfare of this state namely premier Nathan Rees that NSW Lotteries should be sold off to top up the pork barrel. Someone came up with a sale price of Au$600 Million plucked from the air with little forethought. the net profit income from Lotto in the 2007-2008 period amounted to over Au$479 Million, with changes recently introduced banging up charges another five per cent; meaning even more profit forecast for 2009.
If Lotto is sold thousands of jobs would go too with the streamlining of the system.
It seems that Politicians are in it for the quick buck in order to pay for their next pay rise. Mathematics is not so it seems, to be a qualification for NSW pollies.
I doubt if any of those involved would score a nine out of ten in a finger counting competition.
The Banana industry is taking on the snack food sector in a campaign to urge Australians to switch to this healthy alternative. The goal is to make Bananas the number one selling snack , it could be achieved as more Australians are into eating healthy food. The problem is, the price of Bananas can fluctuate enormously from 99cents a kilo to Au$9.00 a kilo. The weight of the edible part of the banana is approx 45 per cent of the total weight. However, despite Croc skins making the best handbags and snake skins the best shoes Banana skins do not make the best slippers unless you tread on one. Gardeners will agree that, Banana skins are great as fertilizer when buried with your kitchen food waste in your garden should you have a garden. The high sandy content of my garden needs constant topping up, this is the way I achieve great results in the garden, and prevents having a smelly garbage bin.
The weekend is here again so all of you out there relatives and friends have a lovely W/E and be nice to people. Back soon . Vest.

Monday, 7 September 2009

Older than Dirt, by Christine and more from Yours Truly.

It's not that we're really old but you may remember some of these, I did :)

Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?'

'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.

'All the food was slow.'

'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'

'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained !

'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card.

My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19.

It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...

I never had a telephone in my room.The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

MEMORIES from a friend :

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.

How many do you remember?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Tin baths filled up from boiling water heated up in the wash tub over an open stove fire and having your bath with the family all sitting round listening to the old valve radio.

Older Than Dirt Quiz :

Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.

Ratings at the bottom.

1.Candy cigarettes
2.Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes
3.Home milk delivery in glass bottles

4. Party lines on the telephone
5.Newsreels before the movie
6.TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
8. Howdy Doody
9. 45 RPM records
11. Metal ice trays with lever
12. Blue flashbulb
13.Cork popguns
14. Studebakers
15. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-3 = You're still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 11-15 =You're older than dirt!

I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.

Don't forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really OLD friends....

VEST Say's: I managed all fifteen. S O bugger.

Also, one sided 78 rpm Bakelite records played on a wind up gramophone.

I always walked to school.

We ate our food slowly and enjoyed it, there were no seconds.

I had my first television at at age 32.

At my boarding school during summer, we all swam four lengths of the pool
before breakfast. During the whole year we showered every evening; forty at a
time using hard yellow laundry soap.

The first movie I ever saw was at the age of ten plus .
The Movie "England Forever, "Starring 'John Mills' - whose father was a former teacher at my

John Mills was born on the school premises in 1907, a trifle before I studied there. Incidentally that movie was a trad thingy all about the
f#*(#$#@ Royal Navy. I believe that I saw it compulsory a dozen times or more.
I also have a copy here at home.

Today was 'Fathers Day' for many,
I was never privileged to communicate with my daddy, he died when I was a three year old.

Friday, 4 September 2009

Here we go again. The prodigal presents yet another problem.

Budgewoi NSW OZ 11:35 am Frid Sept 4. 09.
Keeping it a secret from our number five son, our trip overseas was disclosed on our return when he bucked up courage to apologise for his unseemly behaviour over the past year or so. Finally arriving with daughters over the past W/E together with new B/F. Although tension reigned throughout the visit, it finally concluded amicably followed by a sigh of relief from nearest and dearest and myself.
Since returning from the U/K much of my time has been spent in the garden, also any moment I expect a call from number four son who will be laying a new kitchen floor plus new carpet for the stairs and upper hallway. Being that it is Friday and two days away from 'Fathers Day', it would not surprise me if the Wife's bedroom curtain replacement project will join the confusion. Fortunately the pain in my right foot which arrived four days ago has disappeared overnight, maybe getting ones leg over may have been the answer. Back after lunch.
12:52 pm. Ah well only a thunderstorm or a bushfire could put the final finish to this present Weekend. Christopher who lives with us has revealed that he received a phone call from prodigal son informing us that prodigal son is vacating his present abode in Muswelbrook 174 klms distant and is moving back with a former friend who has recently returned from vacation in Unclesamland, his more recent friend has been given the ass and P/R requires assistance from yours truly to provide financial and physical assistance for yet another move.
There has been no positive response from myself on this matter and I feel the pain in my right foot is about to make a come back.

All for now Vest.

Vest Has Left the Building

To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).