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The bits
of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous
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James
the PC Doctor |
Dell
boy back on track and other trivia
21.10.06 - I'd noticed some time
ago that my principal PC, other than the music computer of course,
was getting slower and slower, and while I don't know much about
the technical side of computers, I'd diagnosed that I was wildly
short on RAM. What to do? Get in touch with James of course,
the Shepparton PC Doctor. Well, I tried, but for weeks I was
unable to elicit a response, and it turned out that not only
had he been ill with some flu bug, but his mobile had gone down
in sympathy. Last Wednesday however, James finally made it over
to Camberwell and fixed the problem, and now my time glaring
impotently at the PC has effectively halved, allowing me to
consider other possibilities. To this end I spontaneously texted
Dick yesterday arvo, with the end result that he, Mary and I
went to see the Altman movie A Prairie Home Companion
last night at Eastlands. I remember catching only a few of the
radio shows at the time, (as long ago as the '70s?), but I was
thoroughly seduced by its languorous hokum humour |
and equally relaxed music-making
- all held together by the mellifluous and unflappable Garrison
Keillor, with his five thousand stories on how he got into the
radio business. I enjoyed the movie too - that's after I'd allowed
myself to stop being annoyed by stupid, act-your-pants-off Meryl
Streep - and it's one I'd recommend, particularly if you've
never heard the radio show. |
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Another
day in the life..
1)
Train coming or going 2) Melbourne Central shot tower 3) The
Town of Bedrock, or
Fed' Square
4)
Smokers socialise in Flinders St 5) Dick reaches into his
wallet and smells the camphor
6)
The lethal bullbar in situ on the Mitzi - let this be a warning
to recalcitrant 'roos
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Bad
news for 'roos
16.10.06 - As predicted I took the Mitzi
into the service department at Chadstone Mitsubishi today to
have bullbars installed to tenderise any random 'roos that cross
our path in future. That accomplished I trotted over to Chaddy
and popped into the bank to make a deposit, and thence to one
of Chaddy's semi-automated toilets (as featured in my public
toilet review some months back) to make a deposit of another
sort, leaving with a cold, shrivelled and thrice-christened
member (again!), but otherwise much relieved.
I armed myself with a Senior's all-day travel pass and took
the 700 bus to Oakleigh and the train into town to meet Dick
for lunch, only to be informed by text message as I was about
to alight my carriage, (the one that had been used as a de
facto bog the night before), that he couldn't do lunch
today as he was too busy. Texting furiously I persuaded him
that a coffee break with me was the least he could do, so as
to not entirely waste my trip into the city, but in any case
I arrived in town far too early and decided to check out an
exhibition at the Harry Potter Gallery. It was a pleasant enough
day for it, so I ambled fetchingly from Melbourne Central, holding
my breath as I passed the knots of nicotine addicts littering
the footpaths, until I reached the fantasyland that is Federation
Square. Of course, the Potter gallery is closed on Mondays,
('How very European', murmured Richard), so I made do with a
jumbo carrot, celery and ginger juice and sent off a couple
of crucial text messages to justify being alive and owning a
mobile phone.
When I arrived at the Argus building, Richard was plainly suffering
as much from a sore throat as the afore-mentioned bout of conscientiousness,
but managed to sit through my rambling and slobbering for a
good thirty minutes, and even paid for my coffees and roll!
He's a good lad.
Rejoining the public transport system at Melbourne Central,
I managed to find my way back to Chadstone and picked up my
now almost lethal-looking Mitzi. (Watch out 'roos!) I think
I feel safer. I'm certainly not going to deliberately mow any
fauna down, native or domesticated, now that we're appropriately
equipped, but hopefully it will ensure Bill and I aren't reduced
to shambling midgets in the unfortunate event of just such a
collision. |
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Alan
Howe, 'im and Richard Clapton get cosy |
Tell
me who this is then..
12.10.06 - I got a call from Alan Howe
on Monday asking if I'd like to pop over to visit him and Carmel
in Port Melbourne on Tuesday night over a paella. Richard Clapton
was also on the menu, with Mike Brady being a possible after
dinner mint - and the Beans might make also an appearance if
the wind was in the right direction. Sounded good to me, so
I duly turned up, fashionably late at 7.45. I'd missed the Beans,
(four years old already - what happened?) but with another tasty
WA shiraz in hand (that's two decent WA wines now -
what's going on?) I spent a very pleasant evening with the listed
personages. Alan was in teasing form, with a gaggle of songs
that became well-known hits to which we had to ascribe the |
name of the original artist. My ambition to appear
naked on Spicks & Specks or RocKwiz evaporated
as the night wore on - I knew nothing and no-one. Mike Brady
arrived after an appearance at a right-wing political fundraiser,
telling stories of his trip to Nashville where he recorded an
album, which, combined with Ralph's busy Melbourne agenda and
his featuring on a soon-to-be-released surfing album, made me
feel as if I was idly fiddling on the planet Zilch. |
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