The Daily Gaggle

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 Australi

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 prost

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 no

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 he

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

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 no

" 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 expe

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 "

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 i

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

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'.

 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

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

      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. . 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