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The
bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and
outrageous fortune. |
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1)
The coffee that didn't deliver 2) Mordialloc basks seedily
in the winter sun
3)
I enjoy looking at the boats rotting on the water, as
well as 4) rotting on the river bank |
A
Sunday kinda Saturday
26.6.05 - Of course, now it's
really Sunday, but most of yesterday was a counterfeit
Sunday - during the sunny bits anyway. I started my almost
Sunday by investigating a newish coffee joint that's opened
on Saturdays for the first time and is within walking
distance of home. That would be nice, I thought, to have
a really nice coffee joint so close to home, but, as is
so often the case, the product, although looking promising
(pic 1), proved to be a disappointment. Poof!
goes dream #1. As is my wont on the weekend, I went and
picked up my son Chris from the 'ranch', and we did the
Mordialloc thing, a bit of a father-son tradition where
we hurtle down to Mordy, buy fish 'n' chips and consume
them, (or not, in Chris' case), watching the sea from
the safety of any ol' carpark down Beach Rd. Now I have
a van with a radio, we listened to the Wallabies v. Italy
game as an aural distraction. We tried a different fish
'n' chips joint this time, but the result was indistinguishable
from our regular indifferent stale oil joint. A quick
visit to the Sullivans to wish Melissa a happy birthday,
and it was time to take Chris back home and watch the
All Blacks / Lions first test. Now, that's what I call
real winter weather! |
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1)
The Rose St Café 2) The streetscape from the window
at the Richmond Hill Larder
3)
The snug interior of Café Latté in Hawksburn
4) Your Pinot Noir awaits you, sir.. |
Café
society
24.6.05 - Was
it lunchtime on Tuesday I met management at the Rose St
Café? I dunno, but despite it looking like rain,
we elected to sit outside in the courtyard to partake
of our open sandwiches. Bit of a mistake really, 'cause
the service was inexplicably slow and we alternately froze
and then rejoiced in the watery sun when it chose to poke
out from behind the threatening clouds. Yesterday morning
we had breakfast at the Richmond Hill Larder, which is
always good value and the place to buy cheeses,
and where we were surprised by Craig Horne
of the Hornets sitting at the next table. Craig had just
been to the Epworth to have his knee inspected for a possible
arthroscopy, so we swapped crappy knee stories for a few
minutes and quizzed him about a couple of gigs the Hornets
have done that we're doing in the near future. As he was
leaving, he said that Triple R was consistently playing
the Hornets' nifty version of Going Home, which
is good news.. And today we lunched at Café Latté
in downtown Hawksburn, one of our more reliable faves.
All told, quite a week. When I think about it, I'm pretty
sure that this frantic café activity is a prelude
to the school holidays, when such civilised behaviour
is severely curtailed, if not completely verboten.
Ah well, at least we have the memories to keep
us warm.. |
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1)
What's this? A birthday cake? For whom? 2) Just the two
candles, Mikey - you can do this.. |
3)
I feel kind of funny now, Melissa.. |
The
party's over, Mike!
20.6.05 - Excuse the inexcusable
indulgence, but my other sister-in-law, Kath, sent me
these shots of my being proferred my 60th birthday cake
and the ritual that followed. Sue's youngest, Melissa,
appears to be concerned for my health after I blew out
all of two candles - I guess you can't be too careful
with old folk, .. |
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1)
Vinyl relics from an era long past adorned the party walls.. |
The
party must go on..
20.6.05 - We weren't gigging on Saturday
night, so my rel's got together and pooled their resources
to give me a slap up birthday bash at sister-in-law Sue's
place. My brother Richard contrived to get a headache
after his performance at the Kelvin Club, so he and Mary
couldn't make it, but just about everyone else did. I
copped some neato pressies too. And then yesterday at
St Andrews, the Robbos bushwacked me with a bottle of
fine Mornington pinot - so I dropped off at Warrandyte
on the way home, pinot and rugby tape in hand - and promptly
got belted with four more you-beaut pinots. Life is good.. |
2)
Louise and Miss Molly party pooped early 3) My son Chris
and his cousin Michelle wait for their food to go cold |
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1) What's this? Compressed T-Shirt? 2) I get it - I think!
Maybe I should consider a navel ring? |
It's
a modern world..
17.6.05 - Imagine my delight when
I was leaving the house yesterday and found a parcel sitting
on the porch from my brother Jeremy in San Francisco.
When I got home again, I opened it to discover a plastic
tube (pic 1) with the description of the contents
on the label - 'Compressed T-Shirt'. 'What will those
yanks think of next?', I muttered rhetorically to myself
as I ripped off the plastic sheathing. The result (pic
2) is very modern, I think you'll agree. Thanks Jeremy.. |
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What
I'm listening to this week
16.6.05 - I've got pretty catholic
tastes for an atheist, as this list (in no particular
order) will betray.
1) You Rascal You - Fats Waller
2) Mirrors Of Fire - Tim Kain
3) Caravan - Art Blakey Jazz Messengers
4) Beatle Jazz - With A Little Help From Our Friends
5) New Jazz Conceptions - Bill Evans
6) Full House - Wes Montgomery
7) Crazy Legs 2004 - Trevor J and The Big Town Playgirls |
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Spill
the wine
13.6.05 - With my 60th b'day
imminent, I can only hope this is not a sign of things
to come. Last night (Sunday) I did the right and proper
thing and hove my weary carcase up to brother Dick's place
in Warrandyte, with rugby videos and a delivery of fine
NZ pinot in hand. I'd barely got any sleep the night previous,
due to my internal alarm clock waking me at 8.00 despite
my having fallen into bed only five hours earlier, and
I s'pose that might've had something to do with it. Anyway,
during an animated conversation I made an ill judged lunge,
glass in hand, and spilt a third of my glass on my person
(pic). Actually, the bulk of it spilled on my
trousers, but I think the visible form of the spill on
my jumper suitably expresses my surprise and indignation
at my own clumsiness. Not to mention the waste of wine.
I think I already hate getting old.. |
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1)
Looking down Hardware St 2) The view from the Postman's Nostril
3) Roberto Benigni |
| 9.6.05 - I like going into
town every now and then, and nice things happen there when you
get close to a birthday. For instance, my brother Richard met
me for lunch today and decided to shout me as my birthday present..
I was able to buy a couple of CDs from Discurio before we ambled
down to The Postman's Nostril (Il Nostro Posto) in
Hardware St. They've got good (Italian) food there and very
friendly staff, including the guy who starred in the movie,
Life Is Beautiful (pic). He's remarkably humble,
considering his illustrious background. |
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