According to the Australian Weather pundits, Our summer will be arriving tomorrow on the beautiful moderate Central Coast of New South Wales Australia.
It is rather odd that I should be sat in the garden with a jumper on grasping veggies I have just uprooted awaiting the arrival of the Sun. Our sun dial has gone back to bed as the thermometer had only managed to rise to 17 C at Mid day. However, a smidgen of sunlight is filtering through the dark clouds which promise yet another downpour, I am saying this is peculiar weather due to the last day of our recent winter clocked up a 35 d C in our neck of the woods and more than 40dC in other parts of the State
I recently wrote to both our state and fed govt weather blokes who replied in similar vein that it is not possible to provide an answer to this dilemma, this being due to God aka little John slamming the phone down after he explains he has retired and lives on the central coast at Tea Gardens NSW, and to please Phone The Australian Embassy in Jakarta where his Son Jesus our PM is delivering a final warning to a bunch of layabout squawking penny pinching ungodly suicide bombers that due to a downward trend in the supply of virgins, only those who blow themselves up twice will obtain the privilege of lazing around in heaven with a bevy of virgins.
The overnight furore regarding the Indonesian Air Force Flight crew who were preparing to fly the Aged Rust bucket former OZ Air force Hercules transports for free to join the rest of Indonesia's creaky Air force, Was delayed due to the indo crew being nobbled by the Aus Authorities for attempting to smuggle Australian Exotic birds out of Australia . A Jail sentence normally imposed for this misdemeanour has been waived so it seems , This was due to the urgency to be rid of these aircraft which were due to be land fill anyway and the Indo flyer's coming up with a real bender saying that it is the will of Allah that all aircraft acquisitions should be accompanied by a real live bird to fortify the confidence of the plane and its crew . The planes took off carrying several pink and grey parrots (Galah's) due to the size of the Aircraft. It was unofficially stated by a Govt Rep It is such a pity more Stupid Galahs cannot be rid of this way
The name Galah is colloquially used to indicate a stupid person in Australia. Be careful.
Must go, back to the Desk and more Xmas cards to send.
Back soon....Vest.......Go on, "SMILE"....................copyright.
Saturday, 30 November 2013
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Australian Whores Thieves and Varlots Remain a Powerful Force.
This Aborigine owned land of ours was first invaded by Thieves Whores and Varlots back in 1788 most of whom were from the old dirt (not dart)in Ireland and a few unfortunate miscreants from the sceptred isle were mostly bundled into prison ships which left POM pey AKA Portsmouth Hants England and sailed to Sydney where most of their traditional traits were passed on to their descendants and these grisly traits are often seen surfacing within the general public and Govt depts to this day.
Fortunately for Australia The migration of clean living hard working people from England and Europe in the late 1800's until the present time probably saved Australia from sinking to the depths of depravity although as mentioned earlier Sydney and its suburbs house a multitude of Illegal drug and gaming houses and twice the number of unregistered Brothels as those allowed by cash strapped councils, hardly a day passes before we get news of yet another politician rorting his allowances on prostitutes and it is sad when you hear of judges and magistrates falling to sleep at their work place or caught trolling their local men's rest room (Lavatories).And PM's named Malcolm losing their trousers in America.
Despite the arrival of various religious factions who did their so called best to teach the miscreant Aussies the ways of the christian church which in itself was nothing more than a bunch of child abusing morons who were taught their trade in England. and Catholic altar boys being bummbed by the church of Rome bum bandits. The abuse of children by these Religious despots is an ongoing harangue we hear about constantly.
Most of that mentioned about Sydney is the softer side which we live with constantly . However, the Multitude of day to day Muggings, Stabbings, Shootings , Hold ups and a few Grisly, murders spice up the columns in the local rags, oh and the ravings of lunatic cricket scribes belittling tourist teams.
Not many robbers do frontal assaults on the banks nowadays most Bank Robbery is now committed from behind the counter.
Although New South Wales in Australia is the third smallest state and represents about 7% of the total continental land mass it is difficult to believe that it is home to 25% of the population. The population in Sydney CBD and and outer suburbs house about 12.5% of the Australia's population - about 3 million, And having done my sums (Math) on this matter I have come to the conclusion. that an average of 200,000 women aged between 20 and 40 live in the Sydney Region. In today's Telegraph no fewer than 223 registered brothels were advertised, but of course adding another couple of hundred Illegal bag shanty's which added together and multiplied by the number of Hookers hitting the mattress six times per day to qualify for the Brothel Bonus, then giving a discount for good behaviour for half the remaining figure - they being Mums at home or Catholic girls being shagged by their priest, we come to the final figure of one in ten ladies going to work at an office are not telling their mums and partners the truth about the way they earn a crust. Next time you sit on a bus or train in Sydney you will wonder which one of those beauties is the whore and not the tea lady.
Blokes enjoy your day out on the bus but choose carefully.
The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen.
Vest....Back soon.
Fortunately for Australia The migration of clean living hard working people from England and Europe in the late 1800's until the present time probably saved Australia from sinking to the depths of depravity although as mentioned earlier Sydney and its suburbs house a multitude of Illegal drug and gaming houses and twice the number of unregistered Brothels as those allowed by cash strapped councils, hardly a day passes before we get news of yet another politician rorting his allowances on prostitutes and it is sad when you hear of judges and magistrates falling to sleep at their work place or caught trolling their local men's rest room (Lavatories).And PM's named Malcolm losing their trousers in America.
Despite the arrival of various religious factions who did their so called best to teach the miscreant Aussies the ways of the christian church which in itself was nothing more than a bunch of child abusing morons who were taught their trade in England. and Catholic altar boys being bummbed by the church of Rome bum bandits. The abuse of children by these Religious despots is an ongoing harangue we hear about constantly.
Most of that mentioned about Sydney is the softer side which we live with constantly . However, the Multitude of day to day Muggings, Stabbings, Shootings , Hold ups and a few Grisly, murders spice up the columns in the local rags, oh and the ravings of lunatic cricket scribes belittling tourist teams.
Not many robbers do frontal assaults on the banks nowadays most Bank Robbery is now committed from behind the counter.
Although New South Wales in Australia is the third smallest state and represents about 7% of the total continental land mass it is difficult to believe that it is home to 25% of the population. The population in Sydney CBD and and outer suburbs house about 12.5% of the Australia's population - about 3 million, And having done my sums (Math) on this matter I have come to the conclusion. that an average of 200,000 women aged between 20 and 40 live in the Sydney Region. In today's Telegraph no fewer than 223 registered brothels were advertised, but of course adding another couple of hundred Illegal bag shanty's which added together and multiplied by the number of Hookers hitting the mattress six times per day to qualify for the Brothel Bonus, then giving a discount for good behaviour for half the remaining figure - they being Mums at home or Catholic girls being shagged by their priest, we come to the final figure of one in ten ladies going to work at an office are not telling their mums and partners the truth about the way they earn a crust. Next time you sit on a bus or train in Sydney you will wonder which one of those beauties is the whore and not the tea lady.
Blokes enjoy your day out on the bus but choose carefully.
The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen.
Vest....Back soon.
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Lavatorial Telegraph Cricket Scribes.... Plus, History today.
Seriously folks I am considering cancelling my subscription to the Sickley Daily Telegraph which I use mainly for historical, weather and monetary info plus to provide 8x8 inch sheets of dunny wipe in the one holer in the back yard for the exclusive use of traditional Oz beer swilling guests who gatecrash my exclusive candlelight dinners.
But being bombarded with embellished literary bilge belched out by bonehead Cricket scribes which contains a hatred content greater than the gospels of Lakemba Clerics seems to be the main function in the noddles of those lavatory wall scribblers. a bit of name dropping won't go amiss like the Monika's of Malcolm the Convict and con artist CONN. Peter bad ass Badel. Bobby alias Fanny Craddock, and Dunny crawler Doris Dorries, And last but not all of these unpalatable pen pushers Ricky Dickhead Hinds.
Most of the recent Cricket controversy is now set in stone, the perpetrators slapped with paltry fines
Unfortunately the problems were not left on the field of play, the unsubstantiated remark from a English Cricketer concerning the reason ms bingo dropped(that's a good pun) petulant mickey Clarke was his wicket wasn't regulation size, this was assumed when MC was seen donning a medium sized cricket box.
There will always be winners and losers in cricket you cannot be on top all the time , occasionally England Must allow the lesser combatants in this farcical game to win now and then (but not Too often as it does appear to upset the balance of the minds of these lesser combatants as seen promulgated by the Local press.
I was twelve years of age when I attended the last two days Of the 1938 5th test in London ,
I paid 3 shillings 60cents to sit on a cushion on the grass at the Surrey Oval where sadly Australia lost the test. The scores were England 903 for 7 declared . Australia 201 for 8 and 123 for 8.
England winning by an innings and 597 runs. Poor old Bradman could not bat as he had a sore ankle and didn't want to stuff up his averages batting for a hopeless cause; however soon after the game Bradman was seen (so the press stated) running up the steps of his hotel. The score mentioned has never been eclipsed by Australia .
The news of this disastrous result for Australia was published in Australian papers but hardly making the Headlines One prominent Sydney Rag slotted the result between a 'Hair Loss Promo' and the other advert giving a discount of ten percent on a treatment for Hemorrhoids.
History on this day Nov 25 / 1984.
Australian cricket captain Kim Hughes Breaks down in tears in Brisbane Australia when he gives up the Australian Cricket captaincy after being a serial loser.
Prime Minister Bob Hawk and Opposition leader And pandy Peacock Cry in their beer when hearing the cricket news, so sad. can't win them all.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realise how close they were to success when they gave up. Most winners in life think constantly in terms of "I can, I will, I am".Losers, on the other hand concentrate their thoughts on what they should have done or on what they don't do. Finally being a dual citizen I have the choice of whether to cheer the winners or accept defeat, Its called getting off the hook.
Latest news on cricket..... Former Aus test cricket twins Steve and Mark Waugh state sledging (rudeness) By Aus cricketers to opposing teams simply shows as 'mental disintegration, and as for David Warner Say's mark Warner has the habit of talking before he thinks.
But Vest Say's it would be difficult to provide a brain trans plant for Warner due to the down turn in
In the manufacturing of Rocking horses.Although Warner is a good cricketer it is a pity that Warner is such a simpleton. which is a trend quickly spreading among Aus communities.
Enjoy your Cricket.... Aussie/Englander Vest..... Back soon.
BTW.We have all heard these Quotations like Gaggle of Geese and Murder of Crows.
Here is the Latest By Vest (Copyright)
A SICKNESS Of SPORTSWRITERS And this is good too A CATHEXIS Of CRICKETERS.
But being bombarded with embellished literary bilge belched out by bonehead Cricket scribes which contains a hatred content greater than the gospels of Lakemba Clerics seems to be the main function in the noddles of those lavatory wall scribblers. a bit of name dropping won't go amiss like the Monika's of Malcolm the Convict and con artist CONN. Peter bad ass Badel. Bobby alias Fanny Craddock, and Dunny crawler Doris Dorries, And last but not all of these unpalatable pen pushers Ricky Dickhead Hinds.
Most of the recent Cricket controversy is now set in stone, the perpetrators slapped with paltry fines
Unfortunately the problems were not left on the field of play, the unsubstantiated remark from a English Cricketer concerning the reason ms bingo dropped(that's a good pun) petulant mickey Clarke was his wicket wasn't regulation size, this was assumed when MC was seen donning a medium sized cricket box.
There will always be winners and losers in cricket you cannot be on top all the time , occasionally England Must allow the lesser combatants in this farcical game to win now and then (but not Too often as it does appear to upset the balance of the minds of these lesser combatants as seen promulgated by the Local press.
I was twelve years of age when I attended the last two days Of the 1938 5th test in London ,
I paid 3 shillings 60cents to sit on a cushion on the grass at the Surrey Oval where sadly Australia lost the test. The scores were England 903 for 7 declared . Australia 201 for 8 and 123 for 8.
England winning by an innings and 597 runs. Poor old Bradman could not bat as he had a sore ankle and didn't want to stuff up his averages batting for a hopeless cause; however soon after the game Bradman was seen (so the press stated) running up the steps of his hotel. The score mentioned has never been eclipsed by Australia .
The news of this disastrous result for Australia was published in Australian papers but hardly making the Headlines One prominent Sydney Rag slotted the result between a 'Hair Loss Promo' and the other advert giving a discount of ten percent on a treatment for Hemorrhoids.
History on this day Nov 25 / 1984.
Australian cricket captain Kim Hughes Breaks down in tears in Brisbane Australia when he gives up the Australian Cricket captaincy after being a serial loser.
Prime Minister Bob Hawk and Opposition leader And pandy Peacock Cry in their beer when hearing the cricket news, so sad. can't win them all.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realise how close they were to success when they gave up. Most winners in life think constantly in terms of "I can, I will, I am".Losers, on the other hand concentrate their thoughts on what they should have done or on what they don't do. Finally being a dual citizen I have the choice of whether to cheer the winners or accept defeat, Its called getting off the hook.
Latest news on cricket..... Former Aus test cricket twins Steve and Mark Waugh state sledging (rudeness) By Aus cricketers to opposing teams simply shows as 'mental disintegration, and as for David Warner Say's mark Warner has the habit of talking before he thinks.
But Vest Say's it would be difficult to provide a brain trans plant for Warner due to the down turn in
In the manufacturing of Rocking horses.Although Warner is a good cricketer it is a pity that Warner is such a simpleton. which is a trend quickly spreading among Aus communities.
Enjoy your Cricket.... Aussie/Englander Vest..... Back soon.
BTW.We have all heard these Quotations like Gaggle of Geese and Murder of Crows.
Here is the Latest By Vest (Copyright)
A SICKNESS Of SPORTSWRITERS And this is good too A CATHEXIS Of CRICKETERS.
Friday, 22 November 2013
Much the same . Ten years since June 2003.
CHAPTER 55
Fifty Years..... Now Sixty.
Our Golden Wedding anniversary celebrations on 21 June 2003 went
well. Mary and I were very pleased. I thought Mary looked very
beautiful. She was complimented by most of my former shipmates, who
suggested she looked more like my daughter. The dinner was excellent
and our friends and relatives were well turned out and very polite to one
another. The reason for the niceties was the imposing presence of my ex naval
friends and their partners, who did their level best to be as pleasant
as was possible. My good friend, Harry delivered a complimentary
speech. Every one enjoyed the good quality dance music. Mary danced
with all five sons and every other male person at the party. Our sons
were photographed with us displaying happy smiles, although their
shaven heads and dark clothing reminded me of the TV family ‘The
Sopranos.”
I was quite surprised when Bruce turned up at the club looking quite
fit and healthy. Bruce told me he had met his wife, Shirley at the Lady
Jane Nudist beach in outer Sydney, where he said she had fallen in love
with him at first sight. He said it was a match made in heaven, as Shirley
was young and beautiful, owned a logging business in Tasmania, and
was ‘stinking rich.’ Bruce told me that he and Shirley had been married
nearly eleven years, and had three daughters aged ten, nine and eight.
This had apparently kept him celibate six months out of twelve during
the first three years of marriage; however, visits to the logging sites to
check out the female office staff were always rewarding. He had heard
that they referred to him as ‘Mr Whopper’ or ‘Hoss the Boss.’
Bruce told me that he intended to stay a few days, as he was
interested in learning a few new dance procedures that Miss Twinkletoes
had promised to teach him. If his energy permitted, he would also call on
a few other ladies to whom he had been enamoured in the past.
My beautiful Mary put on a sporty smile and introduced Bruce as Mr
Bruce Kranski from Tasmania, which raised a few eyebrows and a lot of
giggles. After eyeballing our five sons who looked as tough as nails,
Bruce told me he would keep a low profile in their presence. Mary later
told me Bruce had said something quite explicit but complimentary to
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her and that his mere presence and past reputation left her weak at the
knees. I have not heard from Bruce since our 50th.
George our son stayed to the end of the celebration but his family
members left early.
At midnight, the house was filled with family members and friends,
but by two o’clock, only relatives remained. This was when Henry and
William had a minor disagreement after they had indulged in a smoko
session. I would like to mention that all of our sons are on good terms
with us, although they are aware I disapprove of some of their goings on.
Christopher, our eldest son, is very philosophical about it all. He is
dedicated to his computer and his music and enjoys the company of fresh
lips rather than long-term involvement with the available ladies.
Although Christopher loves his brothers, he objects to the pot smoking.
George’s brothers have described Brother George as a trifle irritating
at times, particularly when he constantly explains to all and sundry about
the value of his house and land. They say it’s a pity George’s mind
doesn’t have the same values, referring to his silly pornographic jokes.
Despite everything, however, his brothers have told me they love George
as brothers should and would defend him to the end (although Steven,
being gay, is not too sure he should say, “I love you, George.”)
Having been divorced twice, George lived with several women in the
gaps between his marital disasters, one of whom I had heard was ‘bi
lingual!’ George’s current partner, Rachael has stood by him for about
nine years. Although I must admit Rachael has had a steadying influence
on him, I am not privy to their domestic scenario. The lady in question is
now a compulsive non-drinker due to her unsociable tendencies when
overcome by alcohol, but her present responsible attitude to her past
problem is to be admired. However, it seemed at the time, her brief kiss
on the side of my cheek last night was about as welcoming as a bite from
a black widow spider. Rachael who was dressed in a stunningly beautiful
creation, looked very attractive for her thirty-five years; with her new
blonde-by-choice look. Although I would have loved to have told her
how beautiful she looked, I was reluctant to tell her so in case of a
possible rebuke. Rachael is well supported by George, who is certainly
not a slacker and apparently loves his on-site underground sanitary
engineering job with the city council.
George is currently at loggerheads with his younger brother, Steven,
who after seven years of marriage, two children, and a divorce is now
gay. Steven has had several affairs but has settled down to a business-like
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and friendly partnership with Adrian, who I know to be a very pleasant
person from a very nice, supportive family. At first, Mary and I were
unhappy about Steven’s decision, but now we are more tolerant and
supportive.
Steven’s ex-wife, Marie refused to allow her two children to attend
our 50th bash. Since I have known her, I have never been rude to her and
have made every attempt to be nice to her. Now, Marie still owes me
about $12,000 and still borrows from time to time. Her decision to attend
a barbeque party instead of our 50th could have jeopardised our
‘diplomatic friendliness; however, access to our beautiful grandchildren
might be at risk if we don’t impose the patriotic art of lying to protect our
interests, so I shall continue to be courteous to Marie.
Steven and Adrian sent photographs of themselves dressed up at a
gay party to George’s fifteen-year-old daughter, Coral Rose. George was
concerned that the photos would corrupt his ‘pure’ daughter. (I thought
the photos were harmless and quite modest, as no genital or body parts
were on display.)
Beautiful much loved Coral Rose arrived at the reception with her
Mentor – none other than Rachael, George’s quite attractive live-in lover.
I was permitted to kiss only one cheek so that I wouldn’t ruin her make
up. I said, “Hallo, darling granddaughter. It is nice to see you again. You
look so beautiful.”
Coral Rose replied, “Hallo” and walked off. She had been well
indoctrinated. It would appear Coral Rose has lost the art of intellectual
conversation, in particular being able to say “thank you.”
George, a man of strong family principles as mentioned earlier,
describes his younger brother being gay; as a despot unworthy of his
family’s recognition. Yet, George is aware that his very young daughter
is on the pill and possibly having relations with a male friend.
I am having difficulty deciding whether George is the ‘Kettle or the
Pot’. Then again, George may be trying to stem a flood of new arrivals.
Kimberly, his eldest daughter who we love dearly, is very pregnant with
our great grand daughter, the father of whom I have never met and who
has shot through to the outback far beyond the black stump. It is a pity
one cannot teach wisdom to the young. Nevertheless, I love George and
all my sons equally, as a good father should. George is a good supportive
father.
Mary and I have had two very pleasant visits to George, Rachael and
Kimberly and her baby, beautiful Polly, at their home three months after
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the party, where all differences of opinion were shelved and we left on a
happy note; after burying our hatchets six paces north of the hills hoist
clothes post! However, at the party earlier, Steven and George eyeballed
each other. I warned them “One word and out you go.”
It was after midnight when we returned home. Most of our guests had
travelled far and were staying at local motels. Our family members
continued to imbibe.
Having had little sleep overnight, Mary and I arranged for Steven and
his partner Adrian to do the barbeque breakfast, they being employed by
the best firm in the business; ‘ Barbeques Galore’ at Kotara near
Newcastle NSW, and they, knowing only too well; how to make your
sausage sizzle! By one o’clock pm, we were at last on our own to spend
the rest of the day recovering.
We received many cards and beautiful presents from well-wishers,
among them a card from that little baldy bloke who is our nation’s leader
and one from our Federal member, Ken Ticehurst, who is deserving of
our thanks for his good work. Thanks, mate. There was another from our
liberal Senator, Dr John Tierney; a splendid fellow and always busy, and
a card from our temporary stand-in Governor General (who is also the
Governor General of Tasmania), Sir Guy Green, Administrator of the
Commonwealth of Australia, and his lovely wife, Lady Rosslyn. The card
we really treasured, (not to demean the others which were are all very
nice) was the card from The Honourable Sir William Deane and his
lovely wife, Lady Helen Deane, (formerly Gov Gen Sir W. Deane and
Lady Deane) who described us as old and valued friends of theirs.
Thanks, Sir Bill and Helen. There were many occasions that Mary and I
would have morning tea with Helen, during which time we would
discuss family issues and I would tell her son jokes. I firmly believe that
Bill and Helen Deane were the finest people to grace their exalted
positions of Australian representatives of the British Monarchy.
There was no mention from Bob, who held the State’s top job. Maybe
it was because of that nasty letter that I sent him in January when I was
enraged over some stupid political nonsense. It seems his memory
extends further than most political leaders. Bob is really a nice bloke, but
his advisors are constantly getting their sums wrong.
Two years ago when our leader was in the USA, an American
journalist asked one of his minders about his name.
“Mr Hunt, isn’t it?” enquired the journalist.
“No,” said the minder.” But don’t worry, you almost had it right.”
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I must ask the secretary of our association to get back to the Prime
Minister again to raise the issue of the Gold cardwill give us former
Brits a real feeling of acceptance as citizens of Austr
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Loving thy Neighbour is Not Compulsary. Do you?
The Vast Majority of my neighbours are amicable at the least, meaning those I have come in contact with. Some neighbours have been house guests at our house number eleven in our avenue. The residents of No Nine are super and the previous resident of No13 who now resides across the road at No 6 is also a frequent caller who described the new owners at her former residence as grubby and pushy. this of course has not gone unnoticed by other local residents and particularly myself.
It would seem that, two families are using this formerly attractive four bed home although their three cars in their drive are OK its the miscellaneous callers which bump up the vehicle numbers and going back the 4 and ten ton trucks parked outside our house which gave offence and destroying the landscaping got me calling the cops and having them removed incensed the new no 13 residents who drove across our frontage until the council put a stop to it.
Looking at the former well manicured lawn of no 13 I spy a field of weeds various led by a majority of dandelion flowers waiting to blow over and impregnate my reasonably well kept grass frontage ( But not with room for a pony). Scattered across their frontage are seven rolled newspapers in plastic wraps; three shopping (Carts)trolleys belonging to the local supermarket a green coloured hose dangling willy-nilly, and to finish the picture a small red car with seriously bent front end with collapsed right front wheel which has been languishing on their roadside frontage since July 14 yes Bastille day seems to fit some how. but wait not quite finished.
last Monday 11th they hung washing on the line in their backyard, it is still there having had more than several rinses from the rain over the past three days. and what is that peculiar smell like rotten tomatoes coming from the curtained shed in their back yard, I wonder.
I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. Like if your hunch proves to be a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of thoughtless impulse. Never mind I'll get it right one day.
Vest .......Back soon.
It would seem that, two families are using this formerly attractive four bed home although their three cars in their drive are OK its the miscellaneous callers which bump up the vehicle numbers and going back the 4 and ten ton trucks parked outside our house which gave offence and destroying the landscaping got me calling the cops and having them removed incensed the new no 13 residents who drove across our frontage until the council put a stop to it.
Looking at the former well manicured lawn of no 13 I spy a field of weeds various led by a majority of dandelion flowers waiting to blow over and impregnate my reasonably well kept grass frontage ( But not with room for a pony). Scattered across their frontage are seven rolled newspapers in plastic wraps; three shopping (Carts)trolleys belonging to the local supermarket a green coloured hose dangling willy-nilly, and to finish the picture a small red car with seriously bent front end with collapsed right front wheel which has been languishing on their roadside frontage since July 14 yes Bastille day seems to fit some how. but wait not quite finished.
last Monday 11th they hung washing on the line in their backyard, it is still there having had more than several rinses from the rain over the past three days. and what is that peculiar smell like rotten tomatoes coming from the curtained shed in their back yard, I wonder.
I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. Like if your hunch proves to be a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of thoughtless impulse. Never mind I'll get it right one day.
Vest .......Back soon.
Sunday, 17 November 2013
The Double Standards of NSW Registered Clubs.
Any reported foul language in all registered clubs in New South Wales Australia will see the person or persons involved in such shown the door very quickly.
Now on the other side of the coin; meaning where the monetary greed of clubs outweighs the moral beliefs of management and patrons alike, certain types of entertainment is tolerated behind closed sections of clubs where members who agree to pay obscene fees to be hum - entertained by grossly obscene performers - takes place. The vast majority of persons who are bombarded by this filth and abusive bilge are mostly the beer swilling brigade whose other attributes amount to little such as the likes of dimwits pedophiles and other dragged up morons with less brain function than a Rocking horse
Last night the local registered club of my choice had an ugly looking moron named 'Rodney Rude 'performing on stage. According to the Club it was a sell out with another show in the offing prior to Christmas, but sadly that guy is not alone there are others treading the boards with similar noxious notoriety and there are those unctuous people who walk among us who are latent deviates devouring this filth, who no doubt will be the future newsworthy crims in the neighbourhood.
The future depends on what we do at the present.
Vest.... back soon.
Now on the other side of the coin; meaning where the monetary greed of clubs outweighs the moral beliefs of management and patrons alike, certain types of entertainment is tolerated behind closed sections of clubs where members who agree to pay obscene fees to be hum - entertained by grossly obscene performers - takes place. The vast majority of persons who are bombarded by this filth and abusive bilge are mostly the beer swilling brigade whose other attributes amount to little such as the likes of dimwits pedophiles and other dragged up morons with less brain function than a Rocking horse
Last night the local registered club of my choice had an ugly looking moron named 'Rodney Rude 'performing on stage. According to the Club it was a sell out with another show in the offing prior to Christmas, but sadly that guy is not alone there are others treading the boards with similar noxious notoriety and there are those unctuous people who walk among us who are latent deviates devouring this filth, who no doubt will be the future newsworthy crims in the neighbourhood.
The future depends on what we do at the present.
Vest.... back soon.
Thursday, 14 November 2013
Be Careful where yiou point your Percy. ( Men Only)
" Oh all right ladies you may have a squizz but it is rather a Man thingy."
Being an elderly bloke and with elderly bloke problems which mainly affect all males from age fifty and beyond, the waterworks becomes a persistent aggravation which can balloon out to many other serious ailments. Having this problem sorted out 21 years ago kept me free from concern until three years ago when it returned and with a vengeance, then after a series of hospital visits I am now supposedly clear of any WW problems, although continual monitoring the flow when I go; mainly mornings when at home gives me peace of mind, however, this morning I trotted off to the loo and grabbed the two lire white plastic container from the eye level window shelf and dropped Percy into the container to provide a morning sample, looking down I got the fright of my life seeing this female funnel web spider rearing up adjacent to my appendage. Let it be known I am familiar with these spiders from work experience and these particular species are lethal if not attended to within a short space of time, and in this particular instance and the location would have been more than a bit of a worry.
Keeping a clear head and not wanting said spider to escape and cause another search problem , I gave this creepy Arachnid a squirt of urea from the old fella which had the spider backing off . I then very carefully placed container on lid of loo and waited until it ceased struggling I then plonked it down the loo.
It seems after a spate of wet weather these creatures tend to wander to a drier environment even screened sliding windows do not stop them . Be Wary. Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else. No idea is too crazy.
Being an elderly bloke and with elderly bloke problems which mainly affect all males from age fifty and beyond, the waterworks becomes a persistent aggravation which can balloon out to many other serious ailments. Having this problem sorted out 21 years ago kept me free from concern until three years ago when it returned and with a vengeance, then after a series of hospital visits I am now supposedly clear of any WW problems, although continual monitoring the flow when I go; mainly mornings when at home gives me peace of mind, however, this morning I trotted off to the loo and grabbed the two lire white plastic container from the eye level window shelf and dropped Percy into the container to provide a morning sample, looking down I got the fright of my life seeing this female funnel web spider rearing up adjacent to my appendage. Let it be known I am familiar with these spiders from work experience and these particular species are lethal if not attended to within a short space of time, and in this particular instance and the location would have been more than a bit of a worry.
Keeping a clear head and not wanting said spider to escape and cause another search problem , I gave this creepy Arachnid a squirt of urea from the old fella which had the spider backing off . I then very carefully placed container on lid of loo and waited until it ceased struggling I then plonked it down the loo.
It seems after a spate of wet weather these creatures tend to wander to a drier environment even screened sliding windows do not stop them . Be Wary. Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else. No idea is too crazy.
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
SEX, Typhoons and Roman Hypocrisy.
Today I am reading about the the former Australian Catholic priest who has perished with thousands of others in the latest major disaster in the Philippines which has already taken the lives of countless people and most of those who have survived are now homeless. The full story and follow ups can be read in today's Sydney Daily Telegraph 12 Oct !3.
Former RC Priest Kevin Lee and whistle blower you may remember was the bloke who defied the teachings of the Roman Bum Boys and exposed the activities of child sex abuse within the church of Rome which was occurring within his and other diocese around Sydney. As a result of his actions he was either pushed(excommunicated) or left in disgust of his former colleagues. Kevin Lee also secretly married his wife, while with the church and his wife and child are presumed to be safe after the terror of the typhoon. The Catholic Bishop of Parramatta near Sydney has extended his sympathy.
Now the witches of the Catholic church will cry " It was punishment for knocking the knuckles of the holy priests and their privilege of having immoral sex with impunity.
Did you have sex before marriage? don't fib , I 'll bet most of you prim and proper wowsers out there tested the water beforehand, I say "Why not" and did you check out your spouses history, most who don't are in for surprises which are the major cause for marital breakdown.
Being beautiful is not the only female qualification for a successful marriage ( although my wife passed the test in all qualifications) I consider myself as being most fortunate to have chosen well for this my second attempt lasting sixty years. the first ending in disaster thankfully.
A friend of mine who is not the most handsome Adonis says his not too beautiful wife and he have fun sex occasionally when they take it in turns for wearing a hood, the result can only be left to the imagination.
Although there are a several ways of enjoying life companionship, the sad thing can be for some when the romping in the boudoir comes to an end. it is a gradual thing which is unexplainable. going through the motions without result which even Viagra can't achieve.
Finally. A visit to my health professional did nothing to help my cause when he explained that my Rolls Royce motor had run out of warranty and a new engine transplant to replace the one with the rusted nuts on the crankshaft had no chance of starting again; not even with a hand starter. Bugger.
Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. Vest.... Back soon.
HOW YOU CAN HELP Those in distress in the Philippines.
Donations can be made to the following charity funds
Australian Red Cross: 1800 811 700
Oxfam Australia: 1800 034 034
World Vision Australia: 1300: 301 430
UNICEF: 1300 884 233
Care Australia:1800 020 046
Child Fund Australia: 1800 023 600
Caritas Australia: 1800 024 413
Former RC Priest Kevin Lee and whistle blower you may remember was the bloke who defied the teachings of the Roman Bum Boys and exposed the activities of child sex abuse within the church of Rome which was occurring within his and other diocese around Sydney. As a result of his actions he was either pushed(excommunicated) or left in disgust of his former colleagues. Kevin Lee also secretly married his wife, while with the church and his wife and child are presumed to be safe after the terror of the typhoon. The Catholic Bishop of Parramatta near Sydney has extended his sympathy.
Now the witches of the Catholic church will cry " It was punishment for knocking the knuckles of the holy priests and their privilege of having immoral sex with impunity.
Did you have sex before marriage? don't fib , I 'll bet most of you prim and proper wowsers out there tested the water beforehand, I say "Why not" and did you check out your spouses history, most who don't are in for surprises which are the major cause for marital breakdown.
Being beautiful is not the only female qualification for a successful marriage ( although my wife passed the test in all qualifications) I consider myself as being most fortunate to have chosen well for this my second attempt lasting sixty years. the first ending in disaster thankfully.
A friend of mine who is not the most handsome Adonis says his not too beautiful wife and he have fun sex occasionally when they take it in turns for wearing a hood, the result can only be left to the imagination.
Although there are a several ways of enjoying life companionship, the sad thing can be for some when the romping in the boudoir comes to an end. it is a gradual thing which is unexplainable. going through the motions without result which even Viagra can't achieve.
Finally. A visit to my health professional did nothing to help my cause when he explained that my Rolls Royce motor had run out of warranty and a new engine transplant to replace the one with the rusted nuts on the crankshaft had no chance of starting again; not even with a hand starter. Bugger.
Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. Vest.... Back soon.
HOW YOU CAN HELP Those in distress in the Philippines.
Donations can be made to the following charity funds
Australian Red Cross: 1800 811 700
Oxfam Australia: 1800 034 034
World Vision Australia: 1300: 301 430
UNICEF: 1300 884 233
Care Australia:1800 020 046
Child Fund Australia: 1800 023 600
Caritas Australia: 1800 024 413
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Budgewoi, Central Coast NSW, Australia.
Sent: Sunday, November 10, 2013 9:57 AM
Subject: vest@dailygaggle.com has sent you a
Whereis map

A message from vest@dailygaggle.com:
Hi. Take a look at this Whereis Map. This is Where my family live on the Central Coast of New South Wales, Australia. facing the Pacific Ocean. Could make some people drool with envy., But we love it here. Vest
Link to map: http://www.whereis.com/nsw/budgewoi?id=45CC5432793D30&intref=emailmap ou may have to copy and paste this link on to Google.
Thought you might like to see this…
Budgewoi (2262) is a suburb of Central Coast, Central Coast,
New South Wales. It is about 77 kms from NSW's capital city of Sydney. Budgewoi
is in the federal electorate of Shortland.
In the 2011 Census the population of Budgewoi is 3,254 and is
comprised of 50.7% females and 49.3% males.
The median/average age of the Budgewoi population is 44 years
of age, 7 years above the Australian average.
84.1% of people living in Budgewoi were born in Australia.
The other top responses for country of birth were England 3.5%, New Zealand
1.6%, Scotland 0.8%, Germany 0.5%, Netherlands 0.4%.
92.9% of people speak English as their first language 0.3%
German, 0.3% Hungarian, 0.2% Maori (New Zealand), 0.2% Dutch, 0.2%
Maltese.
The religious make up of Budgewoi is 33% Anglican, 26.5%
Catholic, 19% No Religion, 3.1% Uniting Church, 2.8% Presbyterian and
Reformed.
43.6% of people are married, 30.8% have never married and
12.9% are divorced and 4.6% are separated. There are 219 widowed people living
in Budgewoi.
55% of the people living in Budgewoi are employed full time,
31.2% are working on a part time basis. Budgewoi has an unemployment rate of
8%.
The main occupations of people from Budgewoi are Technicians
and Trades Workers 18.8%, Labourers 14.5%, Community and Personal Service
Workers 13%, Professionals 12.8%, Clerical and Administrative Workers 10.9%,
Sales Workers 10.5%, Managers 8.4%, Machinery Operators And Drivers
8.4%.
The median individual income is $439.00 per week and the
median household income is $792.00 per week.
37.2% of homes are fully owned, and 28% are in the process of
being purchased by home loan mortgage. 30.7% of homes are rented.
The median rent in Budgewoi is $225 per week and the median
mortgage repayment is $1649 per month.
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Cars and the Melbourne cup.
Despite all the blather and hype of the Melbourne Cup, the so called donkey race that stops the nation. I for one member of this racing mad nation it did not. being of the opinion that horses were meant for cowboys, ploughing, and hauling carts and carriages and riding for pleasure. Mind you a horse may have come in handy yesterday when I heard the ominous clicking when trying to start Henry F, rego K G V 000.
That car battery had been under the hood/bonnet for nigh on five years it had cost me $170-00 and a new one from the NRMA road service would be much more now, so borrowing my sons Car ; a Commodore which I had gazed at for about four years but never driven I eventually arrived at the service station to buy fuel, it the took at least ten minutes to locate the button/switch to operate the opening of the fuel filler cap, an attendant came to the rescue and eventually we headed to "El Cheapo" Motorists supplies. But wait, it's getting hot, I pull over, How does this ^$@#*^%$ air conditioning work- no air - so turning back and opening the doors twice after stopping we arrive back home and receive instruction how to find an unusual arrangement of wiring ***which provided us with the air required for life support in the car and before you ask the electric windows were also associated with ***.
At last we arrived at "El Cheapo and the purchase of a similar battery as the previous one five years? back costing $170-00; cost $145-00
Getting it back to the car parked 100 yards distant and I with artho in my starboard Hip joint was solved when I gave the change from the $200 bucks tendered to Er indoors whose 60 kilo frame carried the 40 kilo battery but not without a lot of grunting.
Arriving home the battery replacement was completed with ease and we took off in our Henry F to check the tyres and water and fill up with fuel at the servo, no one there - bloody deserted, then I. remembered that race that stops the nation. bugger.
That car battery had been under the hood/bonnet for nigh on five years it had cost me $170-00 and a new one from the NRMA road service would be much more now, so borrowing my sons Car ; a Commodore which I had gazed at for about four years but never driven I eventually arrived at the service station to buy fuel, it the took at least ten minutes to locate the button/switch to operate the opening of the fuel filler cap, an attendant came to the rescue and eventually we headed to "El Cheapo" Motorists supplies. But wait, it's getting hot, I pull over, How does this ^$@#*^%$ air conditioning work- no air - so turning back and opening the doors twice after stopping we arrive back home and receive instruction how to find an unusual arrangement of wiring ***which provided us with the air required for life support in the car and before you ask the electric windows were also associated with ***.
At last we arrived at "El Cheapo and the purchase of a similar battery as the previous one five years? back costing $170-00; cost $145-00
Getting it back to the car parked 100 yards distant and I with artho in my starboard Hip joint was solved when I gave the change from the $200 bucks tendered to Er indoors whose 60 kilo frame carried the 40 kilo battery but not without a lot of grunting.
Arriving home the battery replacement was completed with ease and we took off in our Henry F to check the tyres and water and fill up with fuel at the servo, no one there - bloody deserted, then I. remembered that race that stops the nation. bugger.
The old man and the Beaver
An
86-year-old man went to his doctor for his quarterly check-up...
The
doctor asked him how he was feeling, and the 86-year-old said, "Things are great
and I've never felt better.
I now
have a 20 year-old bride who is pregnant with my child. So what do you think
about that Doc?"
The
doctor considered his question for a minute and then began to tell a
story.
"I have
an older friend , much like you, who is an avid hunter and never misses a
season.
One day
he was setting off to go hunting. In a bit of a hurry , he accidentally picked
up his walking cane instead of his gun.
As he
neared a lake, he came across a very large male beaver sitting at the water's
edge.
He
realised he'd left his gun at home and so he couldn't shoot the
magnificent
creature.
Out of
habit he raised his cane , aimed it at the animal as if it were
his
favorite hunting rifle and went 'bang, bang'.
"Miraculously,
two shots rang out and the beaver fell over dead. Now,
what do
you think of that ?" asked the doctor.
The
86-year-old said , "Logic would strongly suggest that somebody else
pumped
a couple of rounds into that beaver."
The
doctor replied , "My point exactly."
Monday, 4 November 2013
Bloggers come bloggers go.. Post 1,146.
I have been blogging for the past nine years and have seen great bloggers come and go, They reach their pinnacle and suddenly find there is life after blogging.
The biggest reason for failure I believe is criticism from other bloggers. Some openly flout their qualifications some openly show their disdain for others with lesser writing skills, substituting an English word with a Greek or Latin word with the intent to confuse whom he or she sees as a lesser person. You must take care, that your work be understood, but that it can be by no means misunderstood.
I am not a celebrity in the eyes of the general public; more so within family circles, My wife and I being the Matriarch an Patriarch of our known family extensions, neither have I claimed to be a journalist which I suspect many bloggers try to create that impression.
There are different levels of quality, not all bloggers write about the same subject, this doesn't mean it is a good blog, yes, anyone can be a writer, this does not always mean they are a consistently good as a writer.
I recall about eight years ago being scolded by the person (Lady) who described her blog as a 'Writerly Blog" and who described my pathetic efforts like schoolboy English, Instead of waiting to give her back a well mannered reply I was very rude to her to say the least, meaning I had out stayed my welcome.
A C of E priest on one occasion criticised my sentence structure, my reply to this man of the cloth was, " Check out your Hymn book, when you have corrected that you may call again.
I am not a professional blogger I do it for fun , But clicking on the adverts helps pay the bills that blogging incurs , so get clicking.
All man's life among men is nothing more than a battle for the ears of others...Vest... back soon
The biggest reason for failure I believe is criticism from other bloggers. Some openly flout their qualifications some openly show their disdain for others with lesser writing skills, substituting an English word with a Greek or Latin word with the intent to confuse whom he or she sees as a lesser person. You must take care, that your work be understood, but that it can be by no means misunderstood.
I am not a celebrity in the eyes of the general public; more so within family circles, My wife and I being the Matriarch an Patriarch of our known family extensions, neither have I claimed to be a journalist which I suspect many bloggers try to create that impression.
There are different levels of quality, not all bloggers write about the same subject, this doesn't mean it is a good blog, yes, anyone can be a writer, this does not always mean they are a consistently good as a writer.
I recall about eight years ago being scolded by the person (Lady) who described her blog as a 'Writerly Blog" and who described my pathetic efforts like schoolboy English, Instead of waiting to give her back a well mannered reply I was very rude to her to say the least, meaning I had out stayed my welcome.
A C of E priest on one occasion criticised my sentence structure, my reply to this man of the cloth was, " Check out your Hymn book, when you have corrected that you may call again.
I am not a professional blogger I do it for fun , But clicking on the adverts helps pay the bills that blogging incurs , so get clicking.
All man's life among men is nothing more than a battle for the ears of others...Vest... back soon
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Are you a Dog enthusiast? Puppies need a guide.
People are sitting quietly or smelling the the roses in their gardens in our quiet and sedate peaceful beach side suburb when the dormant silence is shattered by the screaming wail of an ambulance on its way to one of many surrounding retirement villages in order to recover a corpse or attend the frail and aged. We then get the accompaniment of our local residents dogs who howl in unison, to the Canine Chorus; By Bark.
I am not a dog person, there are a certain breed of people who align themselves with canines, those who need them as companions, protectors or if you are wealthy enough to suggest your family needs or mortgage payment will not be jeopardised by owning said hound
We feed dozens of birds daily in our garden ,also own a rescued parrot which is tame and 13 years of age at least .We have a rescued spayed female former feral Cat who plays miniature soccer(AF)keeps us amused and is cheap to feed.
Finally getting to the point of this protracted post; Volunteer puppy raisers are needed as the Guide Dogs NSW/ACT Australia. expects a spike in births over the next few months.
The not for profit organisation expects about sixty puppies to be born over the coming months and is searching for families to help raise them.
A puppy raiser adopts an eight week old puppy into their home for a year, with vet and food costs covered by guide dogs. This is all due to the ageing population and increasing need for guide dogs.
So you bow wow lovers out there , get to it and do your bit. For those who will benefit from your generosity the best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Vest ..Back soon.
I am not a dog person, there are a certain breed of people who align themselves with canines, those who need them as companions, protectors or if you are wealthy enough to suggest your family needs or mortgage payment will not be jeopardised by owning said hound
We feed dozens of birds daily in our garden ,also own a rescued parrot which is tame and 13 years of age at least .We have a rescued spayed female former feral Cat who plays miniature soccer(AF)keeps us amused and is cheap to feed.
Finally getting to the point of this protracted post; Volunteer puppy raisers are needed as the Guide Dogs NSW/ACT Australia. expects a spike in births over the next few months.
The not for profit organisation expects about sixty puppies to be born over the coming months and is searching for families to help raise them.
A puppy raiser adopts an eight week old puppy into their home for a year, with vet and food costs covered by guide dogs. This is all due to the ageing population and increasing need for guide dogs.
So you bow wow lovers out there , get to it and do your bit. For those who will benefit from your generosity the best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Vest ..Back soon.
Friday, 1 November 2013
The MELL BUN Cup Again. Historic 1945 Cup.
Well that's the way it is pronounced by most of the locals, although the Melbourne cup is a flat race in Australia, it is revered closely to that of the English 4.5 mile race over the sticks "Grand National in England.
Recently (yesterday)I read a cricket report of a Tasmanian Bowler taking Five NSW Wickets.
BTW.(If you are an American or from outer space you will be confused by this )
The Tasmanian Bowler Who took five wickets including that of the Aus test team captain was named 'Rainbird', an unusual name by all accounts , However, it rang a bell for me.
The following is an excerpt from my memoirs.
Recently (yesterday)I read a cricket report of a Tasmanian Bowler taking Five NSW Wickets.
BTW.(If you are an American or from outer space you will be confused by this )
The Tasmanian Bowler Who took five wickets including that of the Aus test team captain was named 'Rainbird', an unusual name by all accounts , However, it rang a bell for me.
The following is an excerpt from my memoirs.
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Mrs Fraser’s son, Bob was serving on the Australian Destroyer HMAS
Nizam the D15. It accompanied us on our visits to the Japanese conflict
up north. Bob gave me the address of a nice lady, aged eighteen, who
lived in Richmond, Melbourne when we were there quite by chance (or
so we were told) when the Melbourne Cup was held after the war on 6
November 1945.
At the time, I had one arm and an entire leg in plaster casts due to a
serious accident, it was also strange that a member of our crew bore the
same name as one of the horses in the race ‘Rainbird’
The bookie said “Yeah okay, Jack. I’ll take your bet” and stated that
I’d stand a better chance of winning the Melbourne Cup on crutches than
I would with a Sydney jockey on a South Australian horse which had
recently escaped from the knackers yard. After ‘Rainbird’ beat the field
with Billy Cook on board, I felt quite smug. The odds were about twelve
to one, I think. These winnings were added to from my 14/1 each way
bet on the third horse to finish, its name ‘Leonard’ I just could not resist,
but my first ever bet and win never made me addicted to the sport.
A good memory resists the aging process providing you have something to remember
Vest... Back soon.
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