Thursday, 23 December 2010

Food scraps (Leftovers) to be banned from House hold Garbage collections

Food scraps (Leftovers) to be banned from House hold Garbage collections.

 Most councils within NSW Australia have adequate systems for waste removal from households and businesses. The main problem is abuse of the system by uncaring persons with an out of sight out of mind mentality.
The head line on page 5 in my favourite daily newspaper (Delivered daily to my door) Thurs Dec 23 2010, reads.
Ban on bin food scraps: It goes on to say,. Food could be banned from household rubbish bins or residents might be charged extra to remove it under proposals to deal with the state's growing mountains of garbage.
For full details google Sydney Daily Telegraph for info.
For those people who are not already dealing with this problem and wish to deal with the matter of disposing the putrescibles  themselves, these few hints may solve your problems as well as helping the environment and if you have a garden; help with cost cutting. Of course it is your choice whatever you do.
Items such as bread and cereal based foods can be distributed to bird feeding at the bottom of the garden along with meaty bones for carnivores such as magpies crows,   Dog owners would find few problems disposing of most bones, those not removed  can be buried in the flower section of your garden. All other food waste such as left overs, peelings, banana skins, fats and more are buried in what I call a Fallow section of the veggie  garden, ( An area not intended for planting within a few months, although digging in these areas after six weeks you will discover an absence of the former waste and a much richer soil, this can be a boon for those gardeners  with sandy soil.
My veggie patches are about 6ft or 2 metres wide. I dig a trench across at spade depth and each daily deposit can be  covered with soil or if the weather is inclement keep your waste in a covered container until you are ready to dispose of it in the soil.
You will save on compost or have a more productive garden by following these simple tips.
Remember. What man disposes of, Nature decomposes for the benefit of all.
BTW. All  recyclable items such as cans bottles, glass jars  and paper packaging must be free from food contamination and bottles without tops.
And don't forget that greasy Aluminium throw away baking tray you cooked the turkey in, ours will be placed at the bottom of the garden over a hungry ant nest and will be cleaned for recycling within two days.
Remember, 'Do the right thing". Have a great Christmas......Vest.

Monday, 20 December 2010

Australian Rules at sea, Hello Sailor, Kiss my hardy.

Royal Australian Navy Press Release

Gillard Government Announce 21st Century "Politically Correct" Type 45 Destroyer.

Press Release to coincide with the introduction of the new Type 45 Destroyers.

Details have been released regarding Australia introduction of the next generation of fighting ships.

The Royal Australian Navy is proud of the cutting edge capability of the fleet of Type 45 destroyers.

Costing $750 million, they have been designed to meet the needs of the 21st century; in addition to state of the art technology, weaponry, and guidance systems,

the ships will comply with the very latest employment, equality, health & safety and human rights legislation

They will be able to remain at sea for several months and positively bristle with facilities.

For instance, the new user friendly crow's nest comes equipped with wheelchair access.

Live ammunition has been replaced with paintballs to reduce the risk of anyone getting hurt and to cut down on the number of compensation claims.

Stress councilors and lawyers will be on duty 24hrs a day, and each ship will have its own onboard industrial tribunal

The crew will be 50/50 men and women, and balanced in accordance with the latest Government directives on race, gender, sexuality, and disability.

Sailors will only have to work a maximum of 37hrs per week in line with Brussels Health & Safety rules even in wartime!

All bunks will be double occupancy, and the destroyers will all come equipped with a maternity ward situated on the same deck as the Gay Disco.

Tobacco will be banned throughout the ship, but cannabis will be allowed in the Officer's Wardroom

The Royal Australian Navy is eager to shed its traditional reputation for "Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash".

Out goes the occasional rum ration which is to be replaced by Perrier water, although sodomy remains, this has now been extended to include all ratings under 18.

The lash will still be available but only by request

Saluting officers has been abolished because it is elitist; it is to be replaced by the more informal "Hello Sailor"

All notices on boards will be printed in 37 different languages and Braille

Crew members will no longer be required to ask permission to grow beards or moustaches, even the women

The Defence Department is working on a new "Non specific" flag based on the controversial British Airways "Ethnic" tailfin design,

because the White Ensign is considered to be offensive to minorities

The ship is due to be launched soon in a ceremony conducted by Captain Hook from the Auburn Park Mosque who will break a petrol bomb over the hull.

The ship will gently slide into the water to the tune of "In the Navy" by the Village People played by the Royal Australian Navy band

Sea Trials are expected to take place, when the first of the new destroyers HMAS Cautious, sets out on her maiden mission.

It will be escorting boat loads of illegal immigrants across the Timor sea to ports on the West coast.

The Prime Minister said that

"While the ships reflected the very latest of modern thinking they were also capable of being up-graded to comply with any new legislation"

Her final words were

"Australia never, never waives the rules!"

Female Weather (changeable) And the 'Last Post' before Yuletide.

It's Chilly outside, a wind blowing force 6 from the antarctic. Three days ago blistering hot, also two days ago Sydney had flooding and a Hailstorm, last night we had an extra bed cover, previous night the fan was on overtime.
Escaping the unseasonal Global warming  thingy in Britain right now are the the 'WAGS', the English test cricketers nearest and dearests whose arrival may have provided the catalyst for their lovers Limp finish after being on top for two days.
This may be the last post until after Xmas, two days prior being taken up for medical thingies, and a bit of tidying up before our yuletide guests arrive.It is the Time of the Year to sit back and enjoy what life has to offer.

However, I would like to thank all of you who have been gracious enough to visit my blog site over the years, regardless of content it has been a rewarding time for me.
Christmas time for me is a period where I take stock and count my blessings although in my case the imaginative so called real meaning of Christmas, The immaculate conception and all that other stuff I swallowed in bygone years is long gone. However, the joy we deliver to our friends, family and less fortunate people at yuletide adds strength and love to family ties, especially these years where divided and dysfunctional families are becoming commonplace, the need for family unity is.given a boost.
Christmas is the time for children to learn the art of giving as well as receiving, also paying tribute to elders of friends and family, and it is not a bad idea to segregate them at a family gathering where alcohol induced conversation can be fraught with differing opinion, occasioning old scores to resurface where snide pragmatic innuendo dominates the chatter.
Even if you meet someone you dislike; a smile and a handshake and a suitable compliment will help to break the ice; who knows you may even fall in love!!
Visits from our progeny and their offspring will dominate the seasonal joy, in the main by  our local Gr/Ch, . other grand children six in number will also appear over Christmas to add to the jollity?

Don't forget to try and make it a peaceful Christmas.

Click here for Curtis Stone cooking Supermarkets

Expressing yourself
When does expressing your self become losing your temper? You know the feeling, one minute you’re giving your opinion on something quite unimportant, someone says something and ‘bang’ you’re off on one.
Most of the time, unless you’re particularly obstreperous, it’s what’s going on in your life, not what’s happening now, that makes you short fused.

Here are some triggers:

• Too much booze

• Not feeling well

• Not eating properly

• Not appreciated

Even so, there are things you can do to prevent or minimise temper outbursts:

• Slow everything down. Stop what you’re doing, stop talking and let yourself relax.

• Think about what’s actually making you angry and what its root cause is.

• Breathe slowly

• Have a word with yourself and talk yourself down.

BTW. Click onto the  COLES advert above, my local Supermarket, Quite interesting.

Enjoy your life, you are only here Once, MERRY CHRISTMAS to All.  Vest.

Friday, 17 December 2010

The Ghosts of Christmas Past, or is Christmas at war with us?

As I walk around the shops today, and here's what I saw: tinsel, Santa's, conifers. Here's what I heard: Rocking Around the Christmas Tree, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, a melancholy song about a deer with a coke habit. Here's what I didn't see: anyone complaining. However, as this blogger points out, some people are still convinced there is a war on Christmas If truth be told, Christmas is at war with us. From Thanksgiving to Boxing Day, there is no escape from the barrage of mulled wine, elves and people leaving office parties wearing their trousers back to front. As for the shopping duties entailed, well, "Christmas shopping: the conversion of one's indifference to people into active hatred , Cliff Richard and Christmas: a painful combination

One aspect of Christmas I'd gladly have a war with: the music - anything featuring an expression of seasonal cheer or sleigh bells or robin redbreasts or swaddling clothes, I recommend total destruction. Cliff Richard, the high priest of Christmas schmaltz, should be gently lain athwart a Yule log and burnt by rosy-cheeked children. Actually, I would gladly open a second front and extend my war to carols - any song that has 'ding, dong' in the title should be in the Euro vision song contest, not a paean to the mythical Christ child. Bach's Christmas Oratorio and The Messiah can stay - for now. But the Hallelujah Chorus - sorry, people, it will accompany the Cliff Richard boring stuff to the song mortuary.
"So what's killing Christmas".
It's not just the economic chill that's dampened spirits this year. but going in search of festive cheer - and failing to find much of it.
If we're being honest, only the young look forward to Christmas any more. For the rest of us, it's an endless round of boozing, bingeing and fake jollity with your in-laws. But we find ways to cope, with sex, alcohol and arguing being the most popular pressure valves.
'The only merry soul this Christmas is the ghost of Cromwell past…'Oliver Cromwell my fav-deliver us from Royalty.
One in four, we are informed, spread a little love at this time of year by staggering from the office party to have sex in a car park.
Fortunes - some AU$40 billion in Strayer- are frittered on Christmas fripperies from such temples of spiritualism as Odd bins and the day we actually mark the Mythical birth of Jesus is likely to pass in a sozzled, bloated blur watching Penelope Keith on telly (or is that Her Majesty?), With the Corgi and Bess Show, before ending in some fantastic, plum-pud-throwing family bust-up.
But this year, no one has much energy for this terrific Christmas entertainment: where's the spirit? My self well I am too knackered to to throw my keys on the table, and younger women get better looking as we that grow old become older, but being on a diet doesn't mean I can't look at the Menu.
Christmas starts later every year. At the risk of talking ourselves up, the Family normally have a Living room festooned with Christmas cards and invitations.
This year I don't think we've even received "seasonal greetings" - ie, appeals for trade - from an estate agent, pest control officer or local undertaker.
Unless you count flu, like what you may have right now(Or a bug you caught on Tuesday last kissing relatives), nobody has the Christmas bug; no one is even roused to mutter bah humbug. But make no mistake, Christmas traditions are on the wane: very few plan to put coins in their Xmas pudding.
Our festive depression is caused in part by the economic cold front moving in with record debt, but this year retailers are talking big, big falls: the worst Christmas trade for a quarter of a century, money worries are reducing fun. Even the Windsors are feeling the pinch, I am downloading about 5% of our gross annual income in order to cover the costs of pressies to children and food of which a lot of it will go to waste
Contrary to what has rapidly become popular mythology, there is no Muslim terror plot against Christmas. tune into Bahrain radio and you will hear O Come, All Ye Faithful In Arabic.
Sure, many are not putting up Christmas decorations for fear of causing religious offence, but would anyone actually be offended by them?
Nativity plays - only a small percentage of schools are staging them - or the drowning of their Christian message in a soggy sea of multi-faith. Far from being driven by followers of other religions, this apology for Christmas springs from within our timid Christian community.
And not sending Christmas crackers (Bon Bons) to troops in Iraq and Afghanistan because they were "too dangerous". The Brits send troops in faulty armour to face Taliban gunpowder, yet can't let them face the death alley that is a cracker and a silly joke from Woolworths.

But there is, surely, a deeper cultural shift. Puritanism did not die with Cromwell. Our history since can be seen as a continuing battle between Roundheads and Cavaliers, between those who can't really be doing with fun and those who refuse to equate pleasure with wickedness.
The message is: don't drink or eat as you will turn into a fat alcoholic. Don't take your children to see Father Christmas as he's almost certainly on a *government register, and as for his reindeer…
How can you enjoy Christmas when the world is snowed in with sadness?
And it is indeed terrible. Millions starve as we eat.
Christmas has become like any other time. The plum pud is shorn of treasure. The lights aren't twinkling. Even the car parks at night are eerily quiet. It seems the only merry soul this Christmas is the ghost of Christmas past…
One more week to go before Xmas, The answer is simple; if you want something very badly, you can achieve it.......Vest.

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Are there intelligent people watching "The Grand Old Oprah 'Down Under' Show?

The plump dusky mediator for all things irrational and flagrantly absurd currently being pursued by name droppers and attention getter's, has created multiple malady's among people who were born with a brain, many cases of diarrhea and vomiting have been reported from local medico's who they say became involuntary involved with the loony Oprah Circus

Released from the bondage of her gold plated 'I'm always right existence,Oprah shows delight to be among things real, but as one blogger put it, "I am sorry the Koala didn't pee on her for the complete authentic Australian experience.

Tell me is there something I am missing, during her musings as a television latter day messiah/know all, the shouting and screaming never lets up and little compromise is ever achieved among the contesting loonies, Oprah's bi-partisan jurisdiction proving to be totally ineffective.

So it would seem ; any Nong Head can appear to be assertive even when achieving nothing among the confusion and mayhem, especially when earning 95% of the gross Brown earnings of the USA.

It is time to start living the life that you imagined.......Vest.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Nixon Tapes — He Disses Jews, Blacks, Italians, Irish......

Nixon Tapes — He Disses Jews, Blacks, Italians, Irish
The latest batch of tapes from the Watergate era reveal that President Richard Nixon thought Jews were aggressive and obnoxious, the Irish were mean drunks, and Italians did not have their heads “screwed on tight.” The remarks, including others about blacks and Russian Jews, were contained in 265 hours of tape recordings released by the Nixon Presidential Library and Museum, The New York Times reported.

Nixon made the remarks to his secretary and top aides just 16 months before resigning as president, according to the Times.

During one session, Nixon stresses that he is not prejudiced but adds, “I’ve just recognized that, you know, all people have certain traits.”

Nixon continues:
“Virtually every Irish I’ve known gets mean when he drinks. Particularly the real Irish.

"The Italians, of course, those people don’t have their heads screwed on tight.

"The Jews are just a very aggressive and abrasive and obnoxious personality.”

In a conversation with his secretary, Rose Mary Woods, Nixon questioned Secretary of State William P. Rogers’ views about the future of black Americans because he has “sort of a blind spot on the black thing because he’s been in New York . . . What has to happen is they have be, frankly, inbred,” the Times reported.
The tapes reveal the complexity of Nixon’s relationship with Israel, the Times reports, citing the March 1, 1973, visit of Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir. The recordings show that Meir thanked Nixon profusely for the way he had treated her and Israel.

But the door scarcely had closed behind her when Nixon and his national security adviser, Henry Kissinger, were scoffing at the idea that the United States should pressure the Soviet Union to let Jews emigrate.

“The emigration of Jews from the Soviet Union is not an objective of American foreign policy. And if they put Jews into gas chambers in the Soviet Union, it is not an American concern. Maybe a humanitarian concern,” Kissinger said, according to the Times.

“I know,” Nixon responded. “We can’t blow up the world because of it.”

So it would seem that Tricky Dicky had no axe to grind with persons from British Commonwealth Countries. ....Vest.

Monday, 13 December 2010

Summer at last and why are sporting Australians bad losers?

The blistering sunny days are here at last, "Oh for some rain" but not in the former drought areas where  there is flooding. The famine and flood theory works well in the land of OZ.
Warnie, the former spotty faced wanker now semi retired red ball twister and ex druggo, reformed smoker, plus divorcee and sex mechanic - is back to his boudoir sex romping with yet another ageing married celeb. Little wonder his sporting interests have taken a back seat, ageing maybe but  Liz H has plenty more to offer than his former scrubbers, mind you his lucrative cricket deals in India may become forfeit should the Billionaire Indian husband of  Liz H object to  the cuckoo in his love nest .
The problem with OZ cricket at the moment, is simply a lack of Top Class players, but a plethora of  lesser players of equal talent. The selectors nightmare is simply having to pick a team from a bunch of losers.
The cry "Bring back Warnie" will fall on deaf ears simply because of Warnie's other financial interests and sexual exploits are more rewarding, and further more he is on a high at the moment and probably doesn't want to become associated with a bunch of no hopers, resurrecting Bradman from the grave would be a better option.
For those interested in my health problems, my time with the Neurologist last week was well worth the experience. It was nice to be able to communicate with someone who actually took the time to listen.
It would seem that the problems relating to my head injury 12-2-2008. will be  permanent. However, there are more tests to be carried out and final answers known before I contact the ambulance chasers for a possible insurance payout.

Here is a poser for you eggheads out there.

I was once 'C' but now 'Z', I look like a multi coloured envelope. What am I used for during daylight hours?

.Imagination is the eye of the soul....., have an enjoyable week....Vest.

Saturday, 11 December 2010



An insult to Mothers! Or would you prefer to have been born Backwards?  A re-run.
An Insult to Mothers - Who Don't Claim Perfection

I do wonder at the mentality of some people:"Our 7-month-old gr/gr daughter is bonding with her nanny so strongly that at night she cries for her. This is really upsetting her parents as they spend a lot of time with their daughter -- they give her breakfast, bathe her, and play with her for one to two hours every day.

They are worried that she's more attached to her nanny than she is to her parents. What should I do? they are both asking me
"The obvious answer is to stop living the Special K lifestyle, and give your daughter some attention and then she might realise that you are her mother or father and not some stranger who pops in and out of her life. But we live in an age of post-Feminism, in which women need to be men to prove they are women - or some such thing - but the important thing is to keep the money rolling in, hence the venal and stupid hire nannies. And woe betide anyone who accuses a woman of not being a good mother:"It really angers me to hear stay-at-home mums assuming that working mums work so that they can buy their kids the latest "hot" toys and other unimportant material things. even if you are very well paid your child does not have a need for designer clothes or a Bugaboo--the child has all what it needs on hand; PARENTS -including (most importantly) an immense amount of love and support from the

I have been told, "How dare you assume that working mums work for the wrong reasons. You have no idea what you are talking about". "That's right love, you are selflessly ignoring your child in order to give it all the things in life that you never had. And those stay-at-home mums are the not only greedily hogging their children, but they are damaging the economy. And if it wasn't for people like you, the world would collapse. Not that I am suggesting child rearing is a woman's job. If the father wants to do it and the mother wants to go out to work then fine.If you want to see the extent of the madness of those that employ nannies then read on. That's right folks, you can sip your frapaccino and grass up a nanny on your blackberry. Sure fine, it's a class thing. But more fundamentally child rearing is a question of sacrifice: and more specifically a sacrifice of your time. And a related topic is IVF. Unless you are a creationist or some other kind of egotist stuck with the infantile belief that you a were personally created by God, you will be aware of the theory of evolution. You will also be aware that human beings are members of the animal kingdom: specifically mammals of the species Homo Sapiens of the Hominid family.You will no doubt have watched wild life programs and seen the variety of tactics used by animals and plants to display their reproductive potency and attract a mate.Now I am fully aware that mankind (humanity) has done many things at a basic level, such as clothing and building houses, and at a more advanced level, such as banding together in settlements and passing on knowledge through writing, to diminish the effects of nature upon the species. But the fact remains that we are animals. A study of IVF compiled by the human fertilisation and embryology authority between 2000 and 2006. You will see that male infertility is the biggest single cause for couples seeking infertility treatment. In 2000, it was 27.6% but by 2006 that figure had risen to 32.5%.This is either some environmental factor at work, or women have ceased to be able to read the signals of what will make a good biological partner; choosing to go down the path prescribed by women's magazines such as Cosmopolitan, by choosing partners who can fulfill their dreams of conspicuous consumption.I am informed that women's magazines are not permitted in female psychiatric units because they are considered to hinder recovery because of the negative self image they promote.I would suggest the HFEA does it's cause no good by choosing to highlight Ruth's Story"

Ruth was 39 when her sister challenged her to make her dream of motherhood a reality. Aware that her fertility was declining, but without a partner, Ruth remembered a friend's suggestion that they should have a baby together. Ruth goes on to say, after my sister asked me what I was going to do about having children, I felt I should make an informed choice about whether I could have a baby. Given my age and medical history (I had had treatment for endometriosis), my clinic said that IVF using donated sperm would give me the best chance of success. I decided to have treatment with a 'known donor', my friend Nico, not least because I was concerned about my child not knowing its father (this was before the lifting of donor anonymity). This meant a frustrating six month wait before treatment could begin, while Nico's sperm was screened."Now leave aside the fact that only 1 in 5 treatments is successful, in that it ends with a baby, leaving a great amount of human material to be disposed of. And that children born as a result of IVF have a 6.2% chance of being born with a defect, against 4.4% of children conceived normally. Can it really be the case that a mother who has undergone IVF is a 'better' mother?Yes she may well have paid money, and some might say bought it. But is that a genuine criteria of worth?Using that logic, the 'best' kind of women are men who have had a sex change. And the one reason overlooked when considering the fall in male fertility, is the increasing number of women in the workforce, which in turn fuelled a house price boom, which in turn led to houses that once could be bought on a single average wage needed a dual income to manage the mortgage repayments. And if you don't believe me, consider the causes of inflation.Of course it is heresy to say any of this. And proof of my jealous nature that I dare criticise my richer and betters.

The problem is anyone with half a brain, knows this is right.


Now here's a thought...

Living Life Backwards.

I want to live my next life backwards.

You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an

old age home feeling better every day. Then you get kicked out for

being too healthy.

Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension. Then when you start

work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until

you're too young to work.

You get ready for High School, drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous.

Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you

have no responsibilities.

Then you become a baby, and then...

You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in

spa-like conditions - central heating, room service on tap, and


You finish off as an orgasm.

I rest my case………………………!

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Post 721. Welcome to the Australian Summer ?

Yes it is the official start to our summer down under when the Sun tracks high above and scorches the skin off your back if you are daft enough to check it out. However, the Gods have stuffed up with the weather pattern and as I write our street is -er Avenue is looking more like Chalgrove brook plus an outdoor temp of 17deg with teeming rain as a bonus. So taking a break from writing scores of  Christmas cards and my Neurological  affliction in quiet mode  I shall try to explain my absence over the past four weeks.
The long awaited opportunity to see a neurologist on Nov 15 was thwarted by by my unexpected hospitalisation on 'Guy Fawkes Day' Nov 5th, I shall now see the the neurologist on Dec  8.
My sixteen day sojourn in Gosford hospital was caused because of Kidney failure, and after five attempts to get a line through my veins to my left kidney, I had several hours of dialysis treatment and other investigative treatment,. Fortunately my kidney recovered, however, the docs could not explain why and how it was caused, despite my explanation that in the first instance my precautionary check up was carried out at the time  when I was feeling fine and it was the investigative biopsy that produced the searing pain in my thingy, and shortly to follow the Swollen testimonials and the subsequent kidney problem.
I have been home a little over a week now and my gait is similar to that of steady Eddie - very wobbly and unstable, I have made a conscious decision not to drive for a while and my only outing apart from the garden was a 'Not to be repeated ' dizzy drive to the local supermarket and using the the Cart as a Z F.
Again thank you to those people  who sent get well cards and best wishes  and also the overseas telephone calls and to my nearest and dearest who with our eldest son traveled 16 times  to visit me daily, a total distance of 1, 500 kls.
I have been off the booze for a month now and my last two litres of liquid intake has been pure filtered water, generally I feel fine apart from the occasional head throbbing which was partly overshadowed during the stay in hospital.
I am now looking forward to reaching nine 0 but I am not in a hurry as such, there is much more good living to experience in this tormented frame of mine. Everyone have an enjoyable and prosperous week, love you all, Vest.

All our dreams can come true - if we have the courage to pursue them.

Vest Has Left the Building

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