A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Sunday, August 27, 2006


Translation: Why the third degree, Hazel?



Translation: Why always such a sour-puss, Grumpy?


Sunday, August 13, 2006


How's this for a rainbow?

For about 10 minutes this morning it plunged into the ocean off City Beach.

Perhaps there's a 17th century Dutch gold carrier submerged out there somewhere.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

And then I don't feel so bad

Hazel's out, meaning I can throw my John Coltrane CDs on, mute the telly and watch the local footy - which for some reason is being played up in Broome today.

Mercurial Michael Gardiner and poor form Paul Medhurst have this week been busted down from the AFL to play for the Rooster's local team, Claremont. This is probably a sign of things to come - both playing in the Kimberley league I mean.

Although not as sultry as Broome, it's prematurely spinglike in Perth. Taking nature's hint, I drove down to Bunnings to get some decking oil, and some algae poison for the fish pond. I'll sit on both until it's really spring.

I love the smell of algae poison in the morning.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Ted's under the bed

Ted Egan - the administrator the Territory had to have.

The Lebanon

As luck would have it, I got talking yesterday to a couple of the protestors from the peace rally that turned nasty in the city last weekend.

They made some very interesting points about the conflict in Lebanon.

Only I wasn't listening.

T-shirt weather

Everyone in the office was wearing T-shirts today. T-shirts, in squally old Perth, in mid winter.

Hazel reckons summer is gonna be hotter than Satan's sphincter after a bad Vindaloo.