Tonight's photo: My attempt at experimental photography - water on a knife.My apologies for not posting yesterday - it was just one of those days.
I could tell the day was going to be different when I opened my bedroom blinds and saw a Tawny Frogmouth sitting on my window ledge looking in. He looked at me, I looked at him, and we both fled!
Ever since I read "I Heard The Owl Call My Name" I have this aversion to anything that even remotely resembles an owl, and although this bird may not actually be classed as an owl, it is too bloody close for comfort for my liking! The photograph is one I took back in February to accompany a post about my first sighting of this real-life fluffy toy!***
On Tuesday night, the Rolling Stones, (or as one person referred to them, "The Wiggles For Babyboomers") played Sydney, so I spent yesterday wishing I had gone and wondering if I had the charisma of Keith Richards.
What other band would cause parents to take six and nine year olds along so the kids could grow up and tell their kids they had gone to a Rolling Stones concert. I can just picture the scene, "Mum, what's a Honky Tonk woman? Are you one?"
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Talking about the Rolling Stones concert provides me with a fine example of why I often say Sydney is a city of whiners.
Ever since Telstra Stadium (formerly the Olympic stadium) was opened, no cars have been allowed within a couple of kilometres of the venue. Special buses are laid on and the cost is usually included in the price of the ticket.
One guy phoned a Sydney radio station to complain that Sydney transport had stuffed up. The last bus from his suburb to the stadium was at 6:30 - he wanted to leave at 7pm. The bloody concert started at 7:30 and he lived nowhere near the ruddy stadium.
Of course, if he had missed the bus, it would have been the bleeding government's fault innit like Stands to reason dunnit. Bloody bludgers couldn't run a chook raffle.
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I then decided to relax in the evening with a glass or two of Talisker, single malt whiskey. I like whiskey but had never tried this brand before.
Bloody Norah, it was the liquid equivalent of an Israeli bulldozer!
If you like whiskey and have yet to try Talisker, I can definitely recommend it. Once I regain the use of my vocal chords.
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Today's candidate for the "That's a bloody good title" competition is -
A Yoga Coffee Outlook
Remember, I select the candidate from blogs I have come across while surfing Blog Explosion during the day.
Wherever you may be - be safe!
