May 2018

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Joining with River and others for Sunday Selections. This week it is the usual hodge podge of photos taken here there and everywhere.

This area is within some circular entrance and exit ramps to a road tunnel below. It was once just native plants, but I think these shapes make it much more interesting. The photo was taken from Sturt Street. South Melbourne.

Who likes beige? Not me. This is a vast improvement.

I did not see it all. I arrived home to see the US Gospel choir. It was lovely and they all looked so smart and beautiful.

The US preacher? Why? In 1800s Australia, we used to have such fire and brimstone preachers, but they disappeared. I wonder why? I felt a bit squirmy in embarrassment as I listened to his rantings. People looked bored and distracted.

Mother Markle looked nice and dignified.

It was the first time I have hear The Markle speak. She sounded to have the exact same accent as the American wife in Downton Abbey. It is not unpleasant, but certainly American. Educated American? I don't know about such things. I rather liked her voice and accent.

I am out on a limb here because of lack of knowledge, but I quite liked the cellist, and the string quartet.

Camilla's hat was striking, probably striking everyone within a metre of her.

Base (insert circumlocution thingy later) animal instincts perhaps, but ...
avengers: infinity war - where will you be, when it all ends?It's both impressive and a little frightening that with only a couple of stumbles along the way *cough* theincrediblehulk *cough*, Marvel has been doing this shared movie universe thing for 10 whole years now.

And Avengers: Infinity War really shows that they know what they're doing.

For the record THERE WILL BE SPOILERS IN THIS REVIEW. They won't be until later, and I'll try not to include too many, but I want to get my thoughts down about the end of the movie, and that, my friends, requires some degree of spoilers ...
Well, former Lord Mayor of Melbourne Robert Doyle for all his apparent faults and his election funding by the property developer Central Equity, was a member of the Liberal (conservative) Party, and until the bad behaviour came out, he was generally judged to be a good Lord Mayor.

We now have a new Lord Mayor, Sally Capp and I hope she acquits herself well but I fear terribly for our city. Lord Mayor Sally Capp was, until she ran for Lord Mayor, an executive director of the Property Council of Australia. What is that, you wonder? This is a statement on its website.

The Property Council champions the interests of more than 2200 member companies that represent the full spectrum of the industry, including those who invest, own, manage and develop in all sectors of property, creating landmark projects and environments where people live, work, shop and play.Led by a powerful board and strong executive leadership team, the Property Council’s ...

As usual, I’ve been excelling in procrastination. Even the occasional procrasturbation.

Today that stops. I’m heading out to my circus school to start putting together my performance for the naughty, more adult version of the performance nights that the school does. I’ve been campaigning for this to happen for years and it’s happening. Unfortunately one of my talents is not rehearsing enough and negative self-talk. The dialogue in my head says I’m shit at performing but that’s because I never rehearse enough. I don’t rehearse enough because I get so nervous about performing. Vicious cycle much? It’s not fun.

The trouble is that when I come to putting a routine together I worry that I’m not going to be able to do all the tricks that I have in my head so then I default to old tricks. Yawn. Time for some

I’ve been getting more requests for thongs… looks like I’m gonna have to go shopping. Here’s a CK thong a
I was a bit naughty. I said to R, what if Harry's and Meghan's babies are throwbacks and come out very black? It does happen at times. I have written this before, but I overheard one Indian grandmother talking to another who had the care of some quite dark babies. The other woman said, they are just so beautiful but what a pity they are so black. I think, what fun to have some dark skinned Royals, but then they won't behave any differently to other royals, I guess.

Harry seems like he would be a good and fun dad. I really don't know enough about The Markle to judge her keenness for motherhood, which is a wonder given the saturation coverage we are receiving via our media. She doesn't look so young, so they better get cracking.

Not only do the Royals cost the British taxpayer a lot of money, they cost us here in Australia when they visit. So, they really do have to perform for us to feel like we get value for money. I think the ...
I take Sam to the airport, he'll be gone for two weeks. It feels like I am not there to take care of him, when he is gone. That's all. He can take care of himself, that's the good part.

It's been raining.

I've got nothing to do for 2 weeks, just me, Buddy, Bear (Jill's in London) and Milo. We'll all be on the bed. I'll have ice cream. The teli is on, mainly just to light the room.

I play John Farnham, Help. Live. Full sax. The best voice, ever.
It is cold on the balcony.
Then I played Joan Armatrading, The Joan Armatrading album.

I get there thinking this is a temporary assignment, for a few months, maybe longer, while they recruit somebody new. I pretty soon realise this was a permanent role, and it was full time. What the fuck? I'm a bit stunned by this turn of events. I'm a bit stoned still. I realised I perhaps hadn't sobered up completely, when I attempted a joke and it went south very fast, my mouth started running on. I just stopped telling it, nobody noticed, we were still in the get to know you, still smiling at everything, stage.

I got it back to 3 days, really smartly, I was straight on to that, the finance director was taken back for a minute, I saw the flinch in his eye. The rest of the time I was thinking, so I get the dud colleague,  in a job that is undefined, with no handover person, and I don't want to do it... and it is for the rest of my life. What could go wrong? I thought I was filling in for a couple of months. How ...