Monthly Archives: August 2009

Persian delight.

gerard oosterman. It just happens that we need flowers in the house as much as vegemite on toast (Helvi) or blankets on the bed.  We could not live without them. Admittedly, this is taken care of more by her than me, … Continue reading

Posted in The Public Bar | 33 Comments

Cyrus. Chapter 5, part 4

CYRUS By Theseustoo/Astyages (Continued) By mid-morning the next day, everyone had bathed and put on their finest clothes just as Cyrus had instructed them and started to gather in the garden of Cambyses’ palace. On their arrival they found that … Continue reading

Posted in Cyrus the Great: Chronicles | 2 Comments

Avoid at all Costs

Pig’s regulars are well used to the risks and terrors of Australian tourists displaying some of the less wonderful national characteristics.  I’m not fond of the larrikan streak of disobediance unless of course there’s a figure of absurd authority deserving … Continue reading

Posted in The Cat is away | 17 Comments

Lord Jayell whooping it up at Harrods.

There is nothing like a nice piece of Wagyu Sirloin for those with enough equity in real estate or a chunk of Rio-Tinto.  ( at 174.95 Pounds per kilo.)

Posted in Julian London | 21 Comments

Vegemite or not….

Vegemite or not… by Helvi Oosterman Leaving your mother country, you’ll leave behind mother’s home cooking and most times also Speciality foods of your nation. In my case it was the flat Finnish rye bread, which I hadn’t encountered anywhere … Continue reading

Posted in Helvi Oosterman, Ladies Lounge, Travels | Tagged , , , , | 61 Comments

Postcard from London or wherever.

Compliments from Jules.

Posted in Julian London | 11 Comments

Siloing.

By Madeleine Love by-line. Siloing Siloing; sounds like liloing. Last thing I wrote was about a GM virus with wires… since then so much has happened… here’s one thing… The Department of Innovation, Industry, Science and Research was developing a … Continue reading

Posted in Ladies Lounge, Politics in the Pig's Arms | 12 Comments

Brits Release Mass Murderer

One of the luxuries of being away from Australia (well, not for many Americans, since I was indistinguishably present in Austria), is that one can, from a distance, gain a different perspective. Seeking out an English language newspaper, today I … Continue reading

Posted in Politics in the Pig's Arms | 8 Comments

The farewells of no returns.

 There were quite a few English ‘ten pound’ single men migrants saying their permanent farewells with parents on the quay. I remember,” Goodbye Jack, don’t forget to write to your sister. Cheerio son. Let us know how you are going, … Continue reading

Posted in The Public Bar | 4 Comments

Father O’Way goes to the Oval

  Clouds are swirling through the sky as the wind blows cold from the north. Out of a large Cumulus humilis a man appears wearing a flat cap. He talks with a strong English accent “Sandy, Gordon here, I need … Continue reading

Posted in Father O'Way Chronicles, The Sports Bar | Tagged , , , , , | 29 Comments