High Hopes

Just caught Belter sitting on the footpath. Then I realised she wasn’t getting ready to cross the road, she was eyeing off the two magpies sitting on the power line above her.

This Is My Mug( )Shot

This week Daniel showed his mug.

From left to right.

  • My most recent purchase; end of season sale at K-Mart. God bless the end of the footy season for more than one reason.
  • A present. It was either birthday or Father’s Day. Bad me, I can’t remember which.
  • Some disenchanted person left this one at work. After it hadn’t been claimed in months they presented it to me.
  • Anthony Malloy mug shot

    Tom Is 2

    Happy birthday Tiger Tom.

    Tiger Tom

    And, yes, being the good uncle/godfather I am it was I (well Rae was the one who spotted and suggested getting it) who supplied the wonderful jumper you see him wearing. Another young life ruined.

    Hello. This Is Martin.

    The internet opens up so many possibilities we could never had dreamt of in the dark ages (any time before, say, 1995).

    Sitting here, surfing away, when my Skype rings.

    It’s Martin.

    Martin hales from Germany and he’d never called anyone in Australia before so he tried me.

    We chatted for 5 minutes, about wine, beer, the time of day and our jobs.

    Then Martin went back to whatever he was doing before he decided to call a complete stranger in Australia and I went back to surfing.

    This Is (Not) My Station

    Daniel showed us his train station this week.

    Even though it’s not my local (and anyway I’m almost smack bang in the middle of two) I love Williamstown train station. It’s a lonely station, at the end of the line, one platform and a timeless countenance. I also love the decaying overpass that’s no longer needed but is of such historic value the council, state government and who ever runs the trains this week should stop squabbling and fix it before it’s too late.

    So, here’s my train station.

    (And here’s a bigger pic)