Related: “meat master” sounds like a job title in an NSFW pleasure dungeon. #MKR
Scribbles away in a garret overlooking the Illawarra Railway. Edits ESIA reports. Spends much time on trains. Pines for the Round Pond. Lives in interesting* times. Looks on in horror as the world turns to custard. Walk with me.
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Related: “meat master” sounds like a job title in an NSFW pleasure dungeon. #MKR
Will the odious Michael be forced to eat his own tongue? Will Rielli realise he’s toxic? Are they both as bad as each other? These questions and more will be answered tonight on #MKR !
The human condition, writ large.
… ‘morning from an early Spring afternoon … loving Iolanthe, the Proms performance of which was my gateway into BBC Radio 3! …
Grain train! x.com/oberonsghost...
Q: When did Adobe Acrobat become as needy as Microsoft Office?
I expect (hope) he’ll serve incinerated steak when it’s his turn.
Was that Woolies at Kirrawee featured in tonight’s #MKR shop?
Also, why do the boys NOT have a rice cooker? #MKR
Michael, on the other hand is an infantile, patronising, creepy arse. #MKR
I already am over Maria and Bailey’s constant snarky eyerolling. #MKR
A new season of #MKR and time to play spot the production placement. Also, well done Woolies for making it another Cole’s advert.
Watching the #ThursdayMurderClub film on Netflix and it’s very much giving Enid Blyton’s Famous Five visits Shady Pines.
Adding to his fantastic day at the protest, he reports on X as being in agony by breaking a tooth biting into a nut bar.
Today in #TempusFugit, my local BigW was putting out its Christmas things for sale.
A poodle is a highly intelligent dog. That it has suffered years of appalling haircuts is not its fault.
So funny to see the anti-immigration protest planned for Foreshore Park in Newcastle had to be moved because the site was booked by a medieval revival crowd running around in tights and swords. Too backward and woke for the cooker crowd.
Happiness is the last #pistachio danish in the shop.
Monty Python couldn’t have written it better.
Yet.
Happy Families. Tonight’s trip to #MidsomerMurders contains guest appearances by murderous statues of Anubis, Caroline Quentin, and an older Adrian Edmondson, hinting at a calmer, devious tweed and-cardigan wearing Vyvyan.
Spare a thought for John Adams' composition "Short Ride In A Fast Machine", which had its Proms premiere cancelled twice: after the death of Princess Diana, and after 9/11.
Last year, the management of the MSO made a decision that continues to bite it on the backside. www.theguardian.com/australia-ne...
Gentlemen, there is absolutely no need to wear so much cologne after showering.
OK, I wonder if the palaver in the Albert Hall tonight was related to the MSO cancelling Jayson Gillham’s recital over support for Gaza last year. #Proms #BBCProms
Am very much enjoying daylight freely available at 1700 hrs. #HarbingersOfSpring
This! And there’s always a creepy guy or two loitering around the bright pink brothel on the corner.
Australia is a small market. There are heaps of small thriving bookshops all over the burbs, but the CBD couldn’t carry a Dymocks, an A&R, and a Borders, especially with the move to more mail order like Amazon, etc.
… for the path … it should be straightforward to organise once the rail replacement bus marshalling area is no longer needed …
Fingers crossed!
Apart from the Coles and the fruit shop, I’m not sure how successful it’s been because the bookshop has closed down already.
I’d really like a walking path next to the train tracks and stormwater pond rather than the stroll down Sydney Steel Street, behind the graffiti wall, with the left turn to the station.
Related: that’s the thing in this country, once a w*g, always a w*g. Doesn’t matter how many generations, and they’ll always go for a w*g v w*g beat-up.
A stupid question and a stupid response. Imagine anyone with that last name scoring a mainstream journalism job 50 years ago? Perhaps that journo needs to ask himself the same question? He too has an immigrant background with many of the same background in prison for violent crimes.
Both. I’m a chilli wimp too!
I’m a chilli wimp and would have like to have known my cheese chicken and avocado melt was going to be slathered with sriracha mayo.
It is all the wrongs, and then some.
Unpopular opinion: Hot mayonnaise is totally awful and is not improved by the addition of sriracha.
To keep alert and exercise my eyes I count the emus I can see on my run to Lightning Ridge 3 days a week. For no particular reason I'm going to start posting the numbers here. Today I saw 47 emus #LRREC
Cry God for Elon, England and St George? #FML
North Cronulla afternoon, brisk air; aeroplanes queuing to land at Kingsford-Smith.
Related: I’d like to replace “sophomoric” in that previous post with “sophomoronic”.
TIL at tonight’s pub trivia: Once upon a time the search engine called Google was called “Backrub”. *rolls eyes at sophomoric, post-pubescent tech bros*
I’ve been in an LA juice bar asking for apple juice, but the juice jockey could only compute “apple-strawberry”.
Out and about. The ‘burbs at dusk. Rainbow loris catchup the day’s news. A fingernail moon high in the western sky. In the air, jasmine.
There’s a new person at the spot that makes apple sodas who thinks that they should be flat, from a shaker, just like iced tea.
Time for a short insolation. 🌞☀️🌞
… ‘morning from a Sydney evening … lovely to have you back on breakfast … I’m neutral on Schubert’s Trout, but I imagine ever since a washing machine maker used it’s catchy tune to let you know your laundry was ready to be hanged out to dry, some people like it less !
Mate. Standing outside the TAB stamping your feet and swearing all the swears into your phone isn’t going to make whoever you backed on the Fourth at Wherever run faster.
When you’ve been out and about with Mr 14 Months and he’s very very disappointed that there’s no milk bar.
Did someone just drop something in the Albert Hall? #BBCProms
I do love a matinee prom! #BBCProms
OMG, the steam train across the courtyard has just blown its whistle. Loudly!
This afternoon in #ApartmentLyf, next door’s toddler is being particularly loud and fractious, and is totally pissed off at its father making loud, mocking, imitation squawks at it. At this point I’m convinced the toddler is the more mature of the pair.
Everyone in Sydney after three weeks of rain …. Walking outside today and seeing the Sun: “Yeeeeessss! Sunlight! Yeeessss!” “Burn my corneas and I won’t even complain!” We really do take that sky blue colour for granted. It really is good to see Big Blue again.
eyewateringly!
The #leeks on offer at today’s Growers’ Market were unethically girthy.
Today’s trip out and about started with lots of love and licks from Butter, a beautiful Welsh corgi, with full joyfully wagging tail.
-clutching at chest- Oh god, oh god. 😂😭😂😭
Update: I may have emptied out half my brain via my right nostril. #SnottyGhost
Related: the Souk recently put a gold-coin deposit on all its shopping trolleys to incentivise their prompt return without going on field trips to the surrounding suburban countryside.
And which clever ghost is at the shops without a gold coin for a shopping trolley? Who EVEN carries cash anymore?
Sydney folks, if you’re at a loss for what to do over the weekend and are in need of a serious belly-laugh, head to the New Theatre for this fantastic production of #theFrogs.
Today in let’s-upset-an-advertising-algorithm I’m being served adverts for genuine Boeing aircraft spare parts. Go figure.
Definitely! I haven’t laughed so hard in ages!
I’m currently in my Sydney burrow, having spent last weekend in Can-brrr. We must coffee/drinks soon!
#TipsyGhost
I believe the #AudleyWeir is preparing to feed. #SydneyWeather
Entrained. Later an update of Aristophanes’ Frogs, assuming that they too have not drowned in this appalling Sydney weather. #BrekekekexKoaxKoax
Wild Harvest. Tonight’s trip to #MidsomerMurders involves truffles, wild boars and destroying angels in a mushroom and celery soup.
Sitrep: Awaiting urgent laksafication to address endless snot-nose inducing lurgy. #SnottyGhost
Awwwwww🥰🥰🥰
Wentworth Avenue buds.
A Saturday visit to the visiting Giacomettis.
Lichens and galls. Detail.
Big sky on a cold day over Yass River.
Age of Pisces! The Great Awakening? The Vatican? This joined up thinking is scrambling my brain. #4Corners
Update. www.instagram.com/p/DNdDR5QzaS...
Obviously on loan from the British Museum to the Hellenic Club of Canberra. 😉
I’m happy to reuse my towels, but I’d like the bed made and the bins emptied at a minimum, and to have had a heads up from the front desk agent last night.
Dear the hotels: don’t say you’re employing a “green policy” when you won’t pay housekeeping to make the beds each day. #FirstWorldProblems
A year after this was painted, the model, Hortense Fiquet, would become Mme Cézanne. She doesn’t look too keen on her future and may already have had enough of his nonsense. www.instagram.com/p/DNZu60DzHc...
Keep your eyes peeled for plant based cauliflower rice. I kid you not.
Sometimes, I’m lucky enough to feel as put together as this. Pablo Picasso, Woman in a multicoloured hat (Tête de femme au chapeau), 1939, Museum Berggruen, Neue Nationalgalerie―Stiftung Preußischer Kulturbesitz #Picasso www.instagram.com/p/DNZt68ZTNK...
Embussed, on an ACTION bus with a faulty card reader and, like their Sydney counterparts, a fare-paying care factor of zero.
It was way too cold by the fire (an imitation gas-fired thing, so cold even its bricks were shivering) and I am now upstairs, armed with my sudoku puzzle, and substituting my parka and woolly socks for my fluffy blanket and Uggs.
You can get a cream for that. ;-)
Update: they were going to get a round of G&Ts, but they’ve decided to pull up stumps and retire to Todd’s house. And order pizza.
Over at the other table, the discussion, over beers, is the pros and cons of various missile launchers. Duntroon must be nearby.
I bought a new fleece jacket, my designed-for-the-moors-of-England parka, woolly socks, and a woollen singlet.
Canberra, I am in you.
Coming into Moss Vale, I spy locomotive number 8166, which often passes by Casa Ghost pulling all sorts of things to Port Kembla.
East Thrills.
Related: there is an unseemly amount of bronchitis on this train.
It is! have done it a few times.
Entrained. Final destination, Can-brrr. Springing the extra $20 g ft or a first class seat because I can’t afford first class all the way to Europe.
Unpopular opinion: there is a special place in hell for eftpos-only establishments that pass on the bank’s card service fee.
Crime wave in DC. My @smh @theage cartoon.
Sharp-eyed readers of today’s Sydney Morning Herald actual newspaper might notice a reprint of Tuesday’s Column 8 . #Whoops
Sitrep: waiting for steam to stop billowing from the top of my cup of tea. ☕️