Oh boy! What a obscenely typical day I have today, you see I am sitting with my friend and he is talking and playing his guitar and we was singing when my other friend, you must remember my other friend, the one I am sweet on she say out loud and in no particular direction, ‘I want to die’.
Our special guest this week was supposed to be local slide blues guitar man, Owen Campbell, but he didn”t show (though he did call during the pod ” stuck in Queanbeyan). Beware the wrath of the Insatiable Banalities crew scorned. We flay Campbell (and his enormous penis) mercilessly but are still willing to play three of his recorded tracks, back-announcing most of them incorrectly however. Check the track list for accurate song titles.
Inspired by the Syko-Sematic Cauldron of Woden Psychiatric Services Unit (PSU) Canberra.
Late night television watchers (in Australia) will know what I mean when I say that the televising of Australia’s parliamentary proceedings is not the worst programming available in the wee hours. That title is being hard fought by a few doughty contenders, the current front-runner being Hotdogs’ Up Late Show by a nose to a bunched pack of infomercials, god-botherings and SBS’s Weatherwatch.
So Parliament we watch, but at times the mind will wander, as will the eye, striving, mostly in vain, to find something of interest in the background, the foreground most oft assuming the form of an elaborate time-wasting exercise.
All the above just to explain my juvenile preoccupation with one of the quirks of Australia’s House of Representatives and the televising thereof, that being the design and placement of the main, paired, microphones into which a member speaks when answering a question.
Every now and then the speaking member moves aside and occasionally, very occasionally, the person behind, almost always Tony Abbott for the Libs and Julia Gillard on the other side, will be perfectly lined up with the microphones to create the appearance of a goggle-eyed monster. As in Abbott’s visage below.
Or this slightly less well aligned version.
Well here we are in a new year and I have had a big think but I forgot but it will come back to me.
How offensive is the Waverly City Council? Banning the flag flying over the Bondi pavilion: do they know what country Bondi is in or are they behaving like Shree Rajneesh and that Sheila who say tuff titty? One must wonder whether these people in Waverly wear orange underwear or drive Rollers around. Personally I think it is not sedition but treachery against this country. So much for multi-cultural habitation.
I have for a while experienced a conflicted desire to write about my neighbours. It”s a topic that”s a little too close to home” Anyway, apparently I”ve made some sort of breakthrough because I no longer have an anxiety attack every time I see them, so maybe now is the time to confront the subject, head-on. Or at the very least, surreptitiously from behind the vertical blinds.