Tuesday, 5 June 2018

Water feature

The water feature facade at Melbourne's National Gallery of Victoria is a constant fascination for adults and children alike.


Sunday, 3 June 2018

Oklahoma!

(The Production Company)
Rodgers and Hammerstein's 'Oklahoma!' premiered on Broadway in 1943 and to this day is widely regarded as the landmark introduction of the 'musical play' in which the songs are relevant to and progress the play's plot.

Set at the dawn of the twentieth Century as the Territory of Oklahoma approaches statehood, the musical depicts twin tales of men vying for the affections of their love interests.

A quaint plot but the tuneful songs and rollicking dance numbers carry the day.

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Saturday, 2 June 2018

Up, up and away

They look like five tiny dots in my photo; just off centre to the right in the upper half. But if you can make the photo larger you can can see balloons poking through the cloud just north of Melbourne (Christmas Hills?). The baskets, possibly containing passengers, are not visible. I guess any passengers were still below the fog line.



Sunday, 27 May 2018

Woof, woof...

Some friends just strain the relationship. Today is A's birthday. A couple of days back I asked what her plans were for the day and in the absence of any I suggested we meet for brunch bringing C along with me. A said she would bring B with her.

Selecting a venue was another matter. I invited her to make the selection - it is her birthday after all - but she resisted throwing the choice back to me. Knowing that she would usually be dog walking beforehand I suggested the cafe at Centennial Park...but would she still have the dog with her, I asked, given that outdoor seating which allows for accompanying dogs would be limited. No, A assured me the dog would be safely back home.

So when we arrived at the cafe I was slightly surprised to see A with dog in tow after all.


But not too surprised. So like A to do the opposite of what was arranged. The cafe was packed with no outdoor tables available at all and only one table for four unoccupied inside.

We'd agreed beforehand that whoever arrived first would get a table for the four of us. Naturally, in the interim A had invited two others to join us but said nothing to me. Luckily we were able to squeeze ourselves around that table.

The dog, however, had to be returned home whilst the rest of us waited patiently for the guest of honour to rejoin us.

Thursday, 24 May 2018

Poo, poo to that....


C talks a lot of shit. Or rather he talks a lot about shit. His own shit actually. C studies his own poo closely from which he develops theories about his state of health. I suppose there is nothing wrong with that except that I don't understand his need to share his findings so often. Or indeed, at all.

When I was in New York in March I saw a novelty booklet entitled 'What your poo means' (or words to that effect). I couldn't resist and I bought a copy back as a present for C. I wasn't sure how C would react to this present but he seemed to take in good spirit. I noticed he spent a long time reading it afterwards.

Later I wondered if I had been too sensitive to this practice of C's. But I believe I have been vindicated. C recently returned from a long weekend away with his niece. He told me that half way through the weekend she turned to him and said 'Uncle C I don't mind you checking out your poo but please don't tell me about it all the time'.

Shit happens.