Bad things come in threes....

So often it seems the case; or at least we can usually identify three negative occurrences as being loosely linked.

So are we about to lose another talented performer?

Alan Rickman 1946-2016

David Bowie 1946-2016

Both aged 69, both suffering cancer, both deaths unexpected.

A sad week.

Brisbane overnighter

Have flown into Brisbane for tonight's State of Origin (Rugby League) match between Queensland and New South Wales.

The flight was delayed half an hour by the late arrival of the incoming flight from Melbourne where strong winds this morning affected services.

The flight to Brisbane was full and plenty of Blues supporters (NSW) have made the trip north. Two of the Sydney based television commentators (Ray Warren and Ken Sutcliffe) were on board and the National Rugby League's Integrity Officer was seated next to me.

He told me he has to return to Sydney early tomorrow to participate in a press conference effectively confirming news reports this morning in Sydney that an announcement will be made concerning one (more?) senior player having been involved in gambling contrary to the League's rules.

I've changed into blue clothing for tonight's match as instructed by Mt (a Queensland - maroon - supporter). Mt has paid for my match ticket in appreciation of the times I have hosted her at matches in Sydney.

Checking into my hotel a few minutes ago I ran into a couple of Brisbane resident friends in the foyer. We were not expecting to see each other here, indeed they had no idea of my visit tonight. It's a small world of coincidences at times.

I'll try to take some photos at the match and stadium for those breathlessly in need of seeing such information.

The bounce of the ball

Within twenty-four hours the football gods summon

Rugby League's

Reg Gasnier

and Australian Football's

Tom Hafey

Two of the truly great figures of their respective codes.

Full time called for them both. Well played.

Life was beautiful then*

(*'Memory' from 'Cats' by Trevor Nunn, Andrew Lloyd Webber & T S Eliot)

I ran into my 4th Class (Primary School) teacher at the hospital today. He taught me in 1958; a mere fifty-five years ago. I recognised him immediately and he knew who I was once reminded of my name. Amazing!

Here is our class photo:

Eager-beaver nine year olds

Full moon

It was a strange day at the hospital yesterday with all manner of off-centre people and situations. I won't go into details to protect privacy and (more personally) my position as a volunteer. Around 2.30pm as my work day was approaching it's end I turned to my paid colleague and commented 'it must be a full moon'. Knowing just what I meant, she agreed without hesitation.

And then James tweeted this. Yes, there was something in the air.

P.S. Just noticed that the link doesn't work so here is what James tweeted...

Is it a full moon, or does it just seem like one? :)

Eerie premonition?

Last Saturday I purchased a new suit, principally to wear to a wedding this Friday but with the prospect of also wearing it to funerals in future. At my age funeral attendance becomes an increasing likelihood and I have already attended three this year.

Then on Monday came news that a friend had been found dead in his home that morning. The suit will be getting a second outing next Monday.