ON THE LIGHTER SIDE (because politics is anything but!)

After yesterday’s ballsup ballot in Canberra, I was stomping around, wondering how people could be so self-centred and uncaring of our chunk o’ rock when I received an email from a friend somewhere on the far side of the rock with this link And here’s the URL, in case the link is dodgy.


It made me feel better 🙂

I found something else yesterday that cheered me. On Youtube, yes, my detested  bête noir! Can’t quite remember what I was doing there, but my eye was caught by the word “trout.” So I let my mouse have free rein and it found this for me:

I was among the fortunates at that concert. There was rather a lot of giggling.

Perhaps I have been a little too harsh on Youtube. I wonder what old Franz would think?

In comments yesterday, Hilke said she had trouble seeing my hat. Hmmm…I did a little fiddling with that photo and just did a cut and paste of it so here we go with a “proper” photograph…

I keep my broomstick nearby! 😉


Talk about low-tech shoots! The pink hat is perched atop a stack of CDs!

Want a hat like this? Get a crôchet  hook (medium), a ball of paper string (or kitchen twine) and go for it. Don’t know how to crôchet? I should think a quick Google will remedy that.


I am not superstitious. Wandering through cemeteries never bothered me. I have two black cats. I most emphatically do not believe in ghosts. The only ladders I fear are wobbly ones…but…I’ve had this strange prickling sensation over the past few days. As if someone is standing behind me. Right behind me. Perhaps if I post a more flattering picture of my mother …

Now will you go away, Mod?

Over at the Mancunian Mansion of my blog buddy, Kaz…some people have been reminiscing about former homes. God knows why, in most cases, since some of us lived in some pretty grotty student digs. But, on a whim, I did a little Googling myself. Not letting away too much information, but this should take you to my old stomping ground .Generally called (with much affection) Belsize Village. The horse chestnuts, in summer, were a canopy across Belsize Avenue…

One night, at the cinema up on Pond Street, I saw a charming short French film, which, for a host of sentimental reasons, stays in my mind. Here’s the music…

Did I just post another Youtube ?  Can’t have this becoming a habit! Time for a cold shower, I’d say.

8 thoughts on “ON THE LIGHTER SIDE (because politics is anything but!)

  1. Wow! There was so much here, from elections to hats to Humperdink and a little viola thrown in for good measure. I felt a little sheepish putting a youtube video on my blog too, but it seemed the only way I could put the music there. And it was fun seeing your videos too


  2. Oh Boo! my computer is refusing to play videos – but I mustn’t upset it as I have illustration deadlines and it can still jsut about do those OK!

    Love the hats!

    I can’t think why you Mum might want to haunt you 😉



  3. I remember Englebert when he was Gerry Dorsey. I used to watch him on tea time TV with my dad.
    Your old stomping ground looks great….wish I’d been stomping with you.


  4. celia…I hope your computer gets over its huff before you are forced to say more than “boo.” And my mother probably has several reasons to breathe down my neck! 🙂

    kaz…Englebert was “everywhere” in the 60s, wasn’t he? And I never even liked him much!

    You an’ me, stomping together? Now that would have been fun!


  5. Eric Idle is sitting on my desktop so that I can call him up each time I think of Australian politics – which is pretty well every waking moment, which kind of tells me I should get over it.

    I’m saving The Trout for later when I don’t have a small girl breathing down my neck, and Englebert will wait too. I have to read her a story now.


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