Saturday, July 21, 2012

July 21...Dear Diary...Google it

I'm perched on the edge of the couch as I type this (last night cos I like bending time in its wibbly-wobbly way) as the furbaby, whom you've previously been introduced to, is snuggled up behind me.
And she has a tendency to sprawl, digging her paws into my bum if I dare try to wriggle more room from her.
Cos - this is my working theory only - she is guarding my back so as Delilah aka Basement Kitteh (or Batman The Dark Knight) cannot perch on my shoulder like any witch's familiar.
And someone forgot to tell her the umbilical cord between us was cut.

Ahhh, that's better...she moved to lick her bum so I've reclaimed the seat.
Small victory for moi.

Oh, joy, you will be so thrilled with this hysterical historical event...yes, that was sarcasm dripping down the monitor.
1932 The British Empire Economic Conference was convened...and they all suddenly discovered the cure for insomnia...maybe?
You may Google it but word on Facebook and Twitter say that the Great Depression was the subject of the day and we all know how that party ended...

1846 Adelaide threw a grand, wait, twas a protest (same thing in the polite City of Churches) at a public meeting to oppose State Aid to Religion.
Again, you could Google it but South Oz was the first British plot of land to write off state funding to religious, not as a tax write off, as in abolish it altogether.

And our love affair with binge drinking came into super-dooper effect in Sin City Sydney when the 6 O'clock Swill began in 1916 in all the hotels serving the giggle juice.
You may YouTube the footage to get the idea of the crowded, crushed atmosphere at the bar, the urgency to down as much amber liquid within a nanosecond of knocking off from work and making sure the family didn't see much of that hard earned money.

I will pull my digit out of the proverbial and visit your blogs this weekend, hopefully, I've been distracted with a Crocodile Patterned Shawl ( looks more like fish scales to me but that doesn't sound so nice).
Go Google it, it's quite easy and very effective.
Also, I'm about to launch myself into another with Broomstick Lace crochet.

Go buy this fab new book for the smallish ankle biters in your life, Australian Story: An Illustrated Timeline.
Get in early to encourage their love of history...before some dragon with no interest in the subject makes it as dry and as dull as ditchwater for another generation.

Got a couple of million $ sitting around spare?
This Heritage-listed Robyn Boyd-designed house is on the market.

Four specks on the map are now not only listed with bushranger Captain Thunderbolt but also with the State Heritage Register.

Great audio interview on the reconstruction of the gorgeous wharf of Echuca HERE.

And, finally, judging by the TV ads for the new series of Puberty Blues I'm betting Olympic Gold the word "moll" comes back into fashion amongst teens and 20-somethings.


  1. No state funding to religious bodies? Well, that was not a stayer. Perhaps there is a distinction between funding and subsidising.

  2. Ok then , here's sumfink you dun no. My Mum GRHS is 115 today.Tried After Life but the line was disconnected.

    If you openly pray in your particular place of worship for the success of the current Fed Govt, most branches of the faith industry would qualify for a discount on prayer books kneeling pads and candles.
    Maybe the reason for non funding is simply most of us consider the present rulers beyond redemption.

  3. Crocodile shawls and broomstick lace?
    Sounds interesting, may we see pictures as you progress with these?

    My teachers, both primary and high school managed to make most lessons as dull as ditchwater, not just history. One term our history teacher was ill and we had a substitute, an American, boy did she liven up the lessons! Sadly things were back to normal the next term. In second year high our math teacher was very enthusiastic about teaching and suddenly we all understood geometry and algebra. Why can't all teachers be like these two? I might have stayed in school, or at least fought to be allowed to.