Sunday, March 30, 2008
Yesterday, new Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd notified his new friend George W. Bush that he'd like the Australian army back please, as it was lent to him some time ago and he hadn't bothered to return it yet.
The media reported that George "accepted" the PMs decision to withdraw troops from the middle east.
How nice of him.
What would have happened if he hadn't, I wonder?
They've probably been sitting in the shed for years, doing nothing, and George'll return them after a quick dusting.
at 12:02 AM
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
After pretending that it was dwindling, the Australian summer is back with a vengeance.
I have to admit to being very pleased about it.
Tomorrow is going to be 40 degrees centigrade (about 107 F for all your farenheiters).
Adelaide, the capital city of the state next to mine, has had a record run of 16 days over 35 degrees (95 f).
I have purchased a lovely little shade tent that you can sit in while you slather on the sunscreen before you go for a dip.
After you've had a dip you can flit about a bit in the sun then retreat to the melanoma free safety of the tent.
I do not care what kind of a knob I look like trying to put it up.
I am enjoying a light tan for the first time in a long time and I have to admit feeling very Australian for it.
Australia is the hottest, flattest and driest continent on earth (not including Antarctica, which is both flat and dry but not very hot).
We also have the highest incident of skin cancer in the world.
I imagine the biggest demographic for this dreadful illness is teenage girls who spent all summer working up a good, hard baked on crust, like a loaf of bread.
They are all over the beach and their endless browned perkiness is almost ominous...
at 9:23 AM
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Where I live we have possums creeping about the place instead of squirrels.
They're about the size of cats.
They eat all the plants and get into the roof space and fuck everything up and shit all over the place.
You can get an idea of them here:
Last night, a couple of them got into a fight very near my bedroom window.
They use the fence that runs past my window as a pathway to the garage roof.
Once on the roof they began to fight, squealing and hissing and grunting and eventually falling off and climbing back up again to fight more.
This hullabaloo raised the ire of the hound...
Which in turn disturbed the sleeping beast...
at 5:34 AM