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Coffee Bitch #53. Gourmet City

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Gourmet City

I suppose this is the bazaar. If life is a movie, with Canberra providing a number of sets, then this is the bazaar scene. Not a bizarre scene.

Nestle’d on a corner ground floor of the bazaar is Gourmet City. Pretty much all counter and deli display.

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Frencham Smith at Folkus, supported by Gerry Doyle.

by Tess McDonald

It was a balmy Saturday night and our bellies were full of lemon merengue pie as we trekked down to the Folkus Room in Mawson to see Liz Frencham and Fred Smith play. Entering the Serbian Club, we dodged a team of jersey-wearing football supporters enthusiastically following a game on the TV by the bar, to duck into the partitioned area adjacent.

Support act Gerry Doyle was already playing to the darkened room.  His songs were a mixed bag of folk songs from the Northern hemisphere, including a lovely sad song about a girl called Marianna who was burned as a witch. As the football game developed momentum, Gerry’s songs began to be punctuated by cheers and excitement from the bar.

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Gertrude’s Diary #81 – We Now Resume Abnormal Transmission

A few months ago I was on my way to write a blog when I heard cries of distress coming from the bushes by the side of the road. In true compassionate and intrepid style, I went to help. It was then that I discovered a young woman hanging perilously over the edge of a cliff.

Grabbing a stout branch with which to haul the unfortunate lass to safety, I ran to her assistance. Reaching the branch towards her, I urged her to grab on. It was only then that I discovered that she weighed about 250 kg, and the branch, with me on the end, went plummeting to the bottom of the cliff.

Lying in pain amid the rocks and burnt out cars, I was given ample opportunity to reflect upon the unforeseen and unpleasant consequences of trying to do the right thing.

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Chiffon #83. The Vibe


I would like to tell you about a utopia, a land, a place. It is enough to know it is somewhere and no particular where. Now, the land now known as Where, which may or may not be anywhere, was ruled by a Vibe. The land was happy and its inhabitants revelled in the happiness of the land benefiting from the fruits of growth and King Nheer Can arranged tribute and thanksgiving for all to share and enjoy and grow happy.

One day four years after the millennium, tribute, in the form of backyard entertainment took shape and the concept hardened amongst those who were there who became the committed and it was decided. (For those of you who could imagine being in the mosh pit of say the Rolling Stones or Robbie Williams, although that may be overstating it a bit, you get the idea it’s like putting the four hundred people in the mosh pit in the backyard).

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Canberra Musicians Club Launch, 2 days to go

Canberra Musicians Club Launch

Molonglo Forum @ Academy of Science

Molonglo Forum @ Academy of Science

Coffee Bitch #52. A Bite to Eat, Chifley

Coffee Bitch

two beans

A Bite to Eat

Due to technical problems I’ve had the opportunity to order coffee on more than one occasion at this cafe.

Same verdict. Total. Fucking. Bullshit.

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Dr Stovepipe: Recognised

Here’s the result of the recently touted Dr Stovepipe video filmed out at Tuggeranong Homestead

Birds, Bats and Beasties @ NMA

Community Detectives

Part of the Community Detectives Project. More info after the jump or click here for details

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An open letter to ACT Health

Dear ACT Health,

I am writing to express my concern. Following a conversation I had with some of your officers who came to find out what was happening at our infamous orgies of carnality and licentiousness, the so-called Backyard Backanalia, I have been struck by the realisation that we are sitting on a major health problem that isn’t receiving the attention it deserves.

Amongst the health officers’ concerns was toileting at the BB. We have only one toilet, but I explained to them that we asked gentlemen to urinate in a screened-off area encompassing our compost heap. We did this because we erroneously believed the nutrients in urine are good to incorporate into the compost, which later goes into our vegetable garden. I was advised that this was against regulations and, as I was unable to elicit a logical answer as to why, have decided it must be because it is a dire health risk.

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How to Combat Unscrupulous Credit Offerings

Any discourse about falling national savings rates and growing personal indebtedness can’t help but include observations of the increasingly shrill blandishments of the more Walmarty retailers to come in and buy their stuff for no cash down, with little financial probity and no interest paid till beyond when most people can speculate as to the bona fides of their financial position. With planned obsolescence passing for intelligent design these days, one imagines that whatever consumable has been purchased in this manner will have long since ceased to have any value by the time the repayments kick in.

It’s frightening the way people are sucked into debt for meaningless acquisitions, but it’s understandable, given the intensity of the advertising avalanche, the brutality of the pitch and the general gullibility of the Australian public. ‘NO INTEREST TILL 2012!!’ ‘NO INTEREST TILL 2012!!’ ‘NO INTEREST TILL 2012!!’. If you watch commercial tv for a day, you will hear this phrase about 500 times, equaled only by ‘the abs you want’ and ‘funerals can cost anything up to $6000′.

If you are feeling tempted to go and splurge nothing up front on a new plasma screen when you have a perfectly good trinitron, worry not for help is at hand and it comes direct from those who are tempting you in the first place. ‘NO INTEREST TILL 2012!!’ they say, and they’re right, as in ‘I have no interest in buying a new plasma, lounge suite, cook top or vacuum cleaner until 2012!!’ Try it. It’s fun. ‘I HAVE NO INTEREST TILL 2012!!’ Laugh in the face of their enticements. Hehe. Haha. ‘I HAVE NO INTEREST TILL 2012!!’ ‘I HAVE NO INTEREST TILL 2012!!’ ‘I HAVE NO INTERES..’

Warning: repeated iteration may cause facial spasms!

Heartbeat @ CCAS Manuka

Heartbeat @ CCAS Manuka

Horror Movie: It’s the 6.30 Fishing Show

Imagine this. A TV show called ‘Birding Australia’. A crew of Aussie blokes head out into the wilderness with traps, lures, radar and baits, and pluck birds from the skies, drowning them in aquariums so we can have a nice long wet look at them, simultaneously ripping a barbed hook out of their beak before giving them a tongue kiss and throwing them into the air. Unless they decide to cook them. Mmmm. Wedge-tailed eagle must, if anything, taste like chicken.

Apart from certain cultures’ sacred exclusions (and the western world’s pathetic embrace of the latest cute and cuddly victim of mankind’s rapaciousness) it is generally open slather on any creature of the earth as far as hunting, killing and eating goes. But in all this world of hunnin’ and killin’, of all the creatures subject to the indignity of slaughter at the hands of human beings, there is but one class of animal that must have salt rubbed into their wounds by starring in their own horror show, frequently of the snuff variety.

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Crystal Spiral @ The Front

Crystal Spiral @ The Front

I only received this yesterday so…


Present: Jim Boots, John Griffiths, Jess, Sharkie, The Thin Red Lion (briefly)


Our guest is Pete Hayes of Ray’s Train, who is concurrently launching their new cd (tonight at The Phoenix) and bidding Canberra goodbye for Darwin.

Click Play Audio to play podcast. Click here to download

If you’d like to download the podcast, tap this URL: http://the-riotact.com/~john/insban/pod92.mp3 into iTunes or your media player or whatever.

This link is for people who have podcasting software which you can find here.

Recorded on Monday 1st Sep, 2008

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