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Monthly Archives: November 2011

Emmjay Goes all Spartan

30 Wednesday Nov 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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Ducati, Spartan, Sydney Motorcycle Show 2012

..... and it goes even faster than it looks.... the car, not the driver

Well, the 2011 Sydney Motorcycle (and Scooter) Show was an interesting affair – not merely because Ducati unveilled their new – soon to be world conquering superbike …. the 195 horsepower (145 kilowatts) Panigale 1198.  Nor was it that BMW showed their new 1,300 cc six cylinder monster (which, let’s be clear about this, is roughly the size of a four seater lounge …. but not as easy to move through Sydney traffic).

There were two highlights of the show – the first is this lovely hand made carbon fibre miracle – the Spartan V.  Why the Spartan ?  Because the designers and builders (aircraft engineers) Dad comes from Sparta.

This one above is truly an amazing car.  It’s a prototype, fully compliant with Australian automotive race car design – and when it goes into production it will cost about $90k.

Considering that the Spartan can thrash a Ferrari with less than half of the prancing horse’s power and just two cylinders – compared with the Ferrari’s big V8 – and with the Ferrari costing about five times as much, that’s not a mean feat.  The reason it can perform this racing miracle is straightforward – power to weight ratio.

The Spartan’s engine is a Ducati twin 1198 cc – a relatively simple but awesome donk with massive grunt – well-used by Ducati to win numerous Superbike World Championships.  But here’s the trick … (note ellipsis, grammar police).  The Spartan weighs just 300 kilograms (not counting a fat arsed geriatric driver).  Now considering that the bike from which the engine comes weighs 173 kilos, and  the roll-cage in the car must meet minimum crash strength standards, it’s amazing how the engineers can add a body, two extra wheels and race tires, steering gear and massive brakes for so little weight gain.

The Spartan can go from rest to 100 kph in under three seconds and pull up well before the driver’s lunch.

This machine is put together with such care and precision that it’s a joy to look at.  The design and craftsmanship is sublime.  I wish the men from Sparta all success for their baby rocketship.

But wait… there’s more.

Many modern bikes are huge capacity massive monsters that seem to be more like furniture or motor homes to me.  I’m a simple(ton) guy with simple tastes and I am attracted to the industry trend to what is referred to as “naked bikes” – stripped of all that fibreglass gee-gaw and gimmickry like bluetooth communications and heated handlebars   – down to the basics – engine, wheels, tank, seat, brakes, lights – all one needs to belt around and have a good time.

There were some pleasant naked offerings from Triumph and Moto Guzzi – as well as a thin slice of the massive baby-boomer brand reminiscent of chrome plated aircraft carriers – Harley Davidsons.

But best of all was a bike – near and dear to my own heart – from the days when the Beatles were still in short pants in primary school.  It was a display bike to attract attention to a book-selling fundraising lady (Alana) who was raising money in support of research into the rare genetic condition called Batten’s disease.  Batten’s disease is a heart-breaking motor-neurone degenerative condition that claims the lives of children sufferers usually before they are ten.

The bike was … a 1954 BMW 250 single – beautifully restored.  And it caught my eye because I have one too… not restored and not running since about 1970.  I bought it in that condition in 1980 from a chap who lived a couple of doors up the road from my place (at the time) in Wagga.  Here’s the real deal:

1954 BMW R25/3

Astute observers will notice that this bike lacks a chain – and as far as I’m aware distinguishes itself by being the smallest shaft-drive motorcycle.  More than that, the wild, post-war austerity Germans added knobs to the frame for the attachment of a sidecar.

This one has the sidecar knobs on the right – suggesting that it is an import from America.

Alana quietly let me in on a secret that I already knew “The owner says it’s a bit of a pig – he’s inclined to get off and walk it up hills”.  The bike came about when BMW (who had been making superb 500cc flat twin bikes went for parsimony and basically rooted a beautiful engine design by chopping the flat twin in half, stuffed the natural engine harmonics of the flat twin and turned the surviving cylinder into the vertical plane – also not helping the air cooling much).

Such is life.  But since this little BM was made for my first birthday, it’s a nostalgic favourite – and the only other one I’ve seen in the flesh in over 30 years of being interested in bikes.

Lehan’s T-shirt Extravaganza

30 Wednesday Nov 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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hand painted T-shirts, Mr Spunky

Hello patrons de la salle de porc.

Mr Spunky Polo Size something

Is like no other love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know that many of us are facing that peripatetic perennial question of what to buy loved ones at the yuletide time of yulishness.  The good news is that the Pig’s Arms resident T-shirt recycler and painting painter of the sharp eye and steady handliness has brought forth her bountiful talent and we are now able to avail ourselves of a Lehan Winifred Ramsay had-painted recycled T in an extensive range of colours and sizes (WYSIWYG).

Competition for these shirts will be ferocious, so you need to get in early and offer Lehan a competitive price for an original LWR T so your Christmas stocking will be well and truly stuffed.

La Femme Rouge

Spunky Sur La Plage (size - probably)

Le cherche-moi (Size quite like that but not actual)

Le Chien Jaune (Singlet for your superb)

Urban Chichi (size - doesn't matter, it's how you use it)

Dog, Doggy, Dog Mr spunky (Size - hip)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please note that these Ts are works of art and are not guaranteed to be any kind of fast.  They should be washed only by virgins using triple-distilled oxygen.  They must be dried flat in the shade by punkah wallahs and stored respectfully. 

Newly in residence (size - Amazing)

Wall rust

Coo Coo Cachoo

That 70’s show – Tonight 1972 and 1973

25 Friday Nov 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Entertainment Upstairs

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1972, 1973, Aunty Jack

Aunty Jack Show

Playlist by Algernon

Continuing on with last weeks theme I’ve found some more tunes which spent time in the top 100 in their respective years.  The television programs were seen as confronting at the time. “Are you being serve” was a master of the double entendre though no pussy jokes in this one. The advertisement here is not meant to be political statement. I can’t recall any election advert in the past 40 odd years but I remember this one.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtJq56cp_dk

Most people I know think that I’m crazy – Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lu7hxguhFfI

American Pie – Don McLean

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6A2QkgMvTtM

Papa was a rolling stone- The Temptations

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HagzTRmUBIE

I can see clearly now – Johnny Nash

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xgcxd9wtXUE

Children of the Revolution – T-Rex

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlFNA4EfexQ

Heart of gold – Neil Young

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOFrGbuUqnQ

The first time ever I saw your face – Roberta Flack

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LX7WrHCaUA

Rocket Man – Elton John

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9Nj5xLuT6c

Mother and child reunion – Pauls Simon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qga5eONXU_4

Schools Out – Alice Cooper

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqMCZBjvmD4

Its time – ALP Campaign ad 1972

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xs9ma5oHVbE

The Aunty Jack Show – Theme song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKLaMYj4yBU

The Aunty Jack Show  – So You want to be a bus driver

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mwu2pqb56NQ

Number 96

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZQOLv85C68

Are you being served

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6UAYGxiRwU

You’re so vain – Carly Simon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3j3okb3kuts

Lets get it on – Marvin Gaye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvwDohEEQ1E

Bad bad Leroy Brown – Jim Croce

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfr6jmJOGA8

Me and Mrs Jones – Billy Paul

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE2K7SOgbWA

The Jean Genie – David Bowie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SXWgC0SLCA

Can the Can – Suzie Quatro

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WX_4FNoto4

Smoke on the water- Deep Purple

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dTnvhGHDGA

Rubber bullets – 10CC

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpbbuaIA3Ds

Money – Pink Floyd

 

Monkey Hangers

24 Thursday Nov 2011

Posted by astyages in Astyages

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Hartlepool Hung Monkeys

By Theseustoo / Astyages

I realise it’s been some time since I posted anything here and that my next episode of HH is way overdue, but so much has been happening lately, I just haven’t been able to ‘settle’ to write it yet… However, in the meantime, I’ve found an interesting little story to share with you all. I was having a chat with a fellow from Hartlepool in the Northeast of England, just about 13 miles south of where I used to live in Easington Colliery… The inhabitants of Hartlepool are known, more or less affectionately, as ‘monkey hangers’ as the result of an interesting little tale which goes back to the Napoleonic wars. Although this story is not mine, as it was found in a site which is all about advertising the delights of Hartlepool, I don’t suppose they’ll mind if I reproduce it here… It also includes a folk song about the same story too:

The Hartlepool Monkey, Who hung the monkey?
Home > History of Hartlepool > The Hartlepool Monkey, Who hung the monkey?
The monkey-hanging legend is the most famous story connected with Hartlepool. During the Napoleonic Wars a French ship was wrecked off the Hartlepool coast.

During the Napoleonic Wars there was a fear of a French invasion of Britain and much public concern about the possibility of French infiltrators and spies.

The fishermen of Hartlepool fearing an invasion kept a close watch on the French vessel as it struggled against the storm but when the vessel was severely battered and sunk they turned their attention to the wreckage washed ashore. Among the wreckage lay one wet and sorrowful looking survivor, the ship’s pet monkey dressed to amuse in a military style uniform.

The fishermen apparently questioned the monkey and held a beach-based trial. Unfamiliar with what a Frenchman looked like they came to the conclusion that this monkey was a French spy and should be sentenced to death. The unfortunate creature was to die by hanging, with the mast of a fishing boat (a coble) providing a convenient gallows.

In former times, when war and strife

The French invasion threaten’d life

An’ all was armed to the knife

The Fisherman hung the monkey O !

The Fishermen with courage high,

Siezed on the monkey for a French spy;

“Hang him !” says one; “he’s to die”

They did and they hung the monkey Oh!

They tried every means to make him speak

And tortured the monkey till loud he did speak;

Says yen “thats french” says another “its Greek”

For the fishermen had got druncky oh!

Hammer his ribs, the thunnerin thief

Pummel his pyet wi yor neef!

He’s landed here for nobbut grief

He’s aud Napoleon’s uncky O!

Thus to the Monkey all hands behaved

“Cut off his whiskers!” yen chap raved

Another bawled out “He’s never been shaved”,

So commenced to scrape the Monkey, O!

They put him on a gridiron hot,

The Monkey then quite lively got,

He rowl’d his eyes tiv a’ the lot,

For the Monkey agyen turned funky O!.

Then a Fisherman up te Monkey goes,

Saying “Hang him at yence, an’ end his woes,”

But the Monkey flew at him and bit off his nose,

An’ that raised the poor man’s Monkey O!

In former times, mid war an’ strife,

The French invasion threatened life,

An’ all was armed to the knife,

The Fishermen hung the Monkey O!

The Fishermen wi’ courage high,

Seized on the Monkey for a spy,

“Hang him” says yen, says another,”He’ll die!”

They did, and they hung the Monkey O!. They tortor’d the Monkey till loud he did
squeak

Says yen, “That’s French,” says another “it’s Greek”

For the Fishermen had got drunky, O!

“He’s all ower hair!” sum chap did cry,

E’en up te summic cute an’ sly

Wiv a cod’s head then they closed an eye,

Afore they hung the Monkey O!.

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So is it true? Did it really happen like that? You won’t find many people in Hartlepool who say it didn’t. They love the story.
The term was originally derogatory and for a long, long time after the event, people from neighbouring towns used the tale to mock Hartlepool and its inhabitants, and Hartlepudlians were often on the receiving end of the jibe: “Who hung the monkey?” , and is often applied to supporters of Hartlepool United Football Club by supporters of their arch rivals Darlington. However it has been embraced by many Hartlepudlians, and only a small minority still consider the term offensive; indeed, The local Rugby Union team Hartlepool Rovers are known as the Monkeyhangers, Hartlepool United F.C.’s mascot is a monkey called H’Angus the Monkey. In 2002, Stuart Drummond campaigned for the office of Mayor of Hartlepool in the costume of H’Angus the Monkey and narrowly won; he used the election slogan “free bananas for schoolchildren”, a promise he was unable to keep. He has since been re-elected twice.
Then there are some who point to a much darker interpretation of the yarn. They say that the creature that was hanged might not have been a monkey at all; it could have been a young boy. After all, the term powder-monkey was commonly used in those times for the children employed on warships to prime the cannon with gunpowder.
Whatever the truth the story of the Hartlepool monkey is a legend which has endured over two centuries and now enters its third as strong as ever.

In June 2005 a large bone was found washed ashore on Hartlepool beach by a local resident, which initially was taken as giving credence to the monkey legend. Analysis revealed the bone to be that of a red deer which had died 6,000 years ago. The bone is now in the collections of Hartlepool Museum Service.

You’re nothing but a piece of shit Mr Sandilands

24 Thursday Nov 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Gerard Oosterman

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Good Guys, Harvey Norman, Holden, Kyle Sandilands, Telstra, Vodafone

This is NOT my article but taken from my inbox:

Fat slag…you’re a piece of sh*t. You haven’t got that much t*tty to be wearing that low cut a blouse. Watch your mouth girl, or I will hunt you down.” [1]

This was Kyle Sandilands’ on-air response to a journalist after she reported poor viewer reactions to his new TV show on Monday night. News outlets are calling Sandilands “vile” and his comments “filthy” — but advertisers who fund his shows are standing by him and his offensive comments.

Emily Hehir has had enough of Sandilands’ sexist abuse. She’s started a petition demanding companies pull all advertising and sponsorship until Sandilands is dumped. Click here to join her.

Holden, Vodafone and the Good Guys have already pulled out — but others like Telstra, Harvey Norman, Mitsubishi and Medibank all fund Sandilands’ show through their regular advertisements. Some have even issued statements distancing themselves from Sandilands — they’re trying to get away with directly funding his radio show, without taking responsibility for the sexist and derogatory statements he makes.

The last thing any of them want is their brand to be associated with the community backlash over his behaviour. A huge show of public outrage at their support for him will force them to pull out of the show, and put pressure on the radio station to d! rop Sandi lands.

We know sponsors are incredibly sensitive to community outrage — this won’t be the first time they’ve ditched him. Just two years ago, a 14-year-old revealed she had been raped on his show, and he asked her if it had been her “only” sexual experience. He was immediately dropped from Australian Idol, and Optus withdrew online advertising [2].

Join Emily and tell sponsors to withdraw their support until Sandilands is dumped.

Add your voice to Emily’s now — you’ll convince them they need to withdraw or risk their brand being damaged in the huge community backlash. The station will have to listen, and drop him to keep their sponsors.

Voices in the media, on Twitter and across the community are unanimous — Sandilands has gone too far this time. Join Emily in sending a resounding message to sponsors that they need to withdraw their support for the show, or they’ll suffer the same backlash as Sandilands. 

Thanks for all you do,

! Nick and the Change.org team

[1] http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/celebrity/youre-a-fat-slag-i-will-hunt-you-down-kyle-sandilands-radio-rant-at-female-journalist-over-review-of-his-show/story-e6frfmqi-1226203165298

[2] http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/celebrity/youre-a-fat-slag-i-will-hunt-you-down-kyle-sandilands-radio-rant-at-female-journalist-over-review-of-his-sh! ow/story-e6frfmqi -1226203165298

Picasso, Schmicasso

21 Monday Nov 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Cricics, Critics, Everyone's a Critic, Emmjay

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Picasso Exhibition, Review

The Pig’s Arms’ resident art critic, Phil O’Stein was an early visitor to the NSW Gallery Members’ free squiz at the new blockbuster Picasso exhibition.  Here’s his take.

Ah, yeah, hi.  Well the missus and I (and I use the term loosely, if you catch my drift, Tarquin) were amongst the three or four hundred thousand NSW Art Gallery members to line up for an hour and a half in the stinking heat of a Sydney November Sunday afternoon to run our beady peepers across the latest imported nonsense from the National Picasso Museum of Paris.

The NSW Gallery lucked out and scored third pick of the Museum’s collection – in fact Picasso’s own collection at the time of his death (read …. unsold stuff he had in the back shed).  First and Second picks went to Seattle and somewhere in Asia.

This is not to suggest that the 150 or so works on display were to an individual tripe of the first order, but I could see from the look on the missus’ dial that she was not going to contemplate a major redecoration of the rumpus room on the strength of the works the NSW Gallery flung up on the walls of most of its ground floor display spaces.

It was in fact a trans-historical pastiche of the various periods identified in Mr P’s long and illustrationist life.  There were bronzes as well as flat-pack art, and my personal favourite sculpture of a bull’s head – made from the careful juxtaposition of a bicycle seat with handlebars was slung way up on one wall – obviously reflecting the unsafeness of such an object amongst the seat-sniffers represented in impressive numbers amongst the members.

Now call me Phil O’Stein, if you like, but I have seen quite a lot of this art and a superset in the actual Museum villa in Paris, and I have to say that something seems to have been lost in the translation.

I’m betting that the loss is something to do with below-par curation of the overall exhibition.  There was virtually no explanatory material.  The curator(s) had boldly gone for letting the works speak for themselves – which led to some intriguing dialogues amongst the arterartie having a butchers at the works.  “Look, there’s the woman’s head over there”.  “That’s not the head”.  “Is that really a guitar”?  “I’m buggered if I can see the saxophone”.  Clearly the troops were not always up to re-assembling Mr P’s disassemblages.

Let me draw a contrast.

The missus and I (nudge, nudge) went to the Dali exhibition at the NGV sur Yarra a while back.  Like the NSW G Picasso exhibition, this was intended to be a blockbuster – and it certainly was.  Over half a million people flocked to Paris sur Yarra to have a squiz.  And magnificent it was too.  There were all kinds of interesting objects, movies from the period, light, colour and excitement.

That was what was missing from the Picasso Exhibition.  The excitement.

It could be that in sending off the great man Ed Capon – after his magnificent 30 years steerage of the NSW G – they had expected that the mass of Picasso works would be exciting enough on their own, and that the target to hit was the logistics – namely getting the masses through the exhibition quickly and tidily – hence the booked timeslots for ticket-holders only.

Maybe it really is that the NSW G – is showing us that it is a tired old flog of a building and that it is incapable of really doing the blockbuster exhibition with the same flair and panache as either the National Gallery in Canberra or the NGV in Paris sur Yarra.

What concerns me is not just that the Picasso exhibition left the missus and I a bit flat.  I’m worried that this is the second in a trend of “should be great but look a bit ordinary” exhibitions – following the “Mad Square” show.

If the arterartie members were having a struggle extracting delight from the Picasso show (as seemed to be the case for people dotted through the inner circle throng – more interested in dinner to come or what they were doing about their own personal global financial meltdowns…. readily apparent in their attire), what might one of the hoi polloi – expected to show up in their thousands make of Picasso ?

Geeze, he can draw, but why does he make the hands and feet so big ?

For THE artist of the 20th Century, the curators could well have worked up a tiny tiny bit of sweat and led the punters through with a modicum of context.  It’s the least they could have done.

So, the missus and I are scouting around to see whether there will be at any stage the odd guided tour where a well-informed artertainer can supply the context and inject the excitement that Patrons de la Salle de Porc have come to expect – ever since the Mondrian Brothers (Abstract Plumbers to the Drinking Classes) retiled the loos at the Pig’s Arms.

We’re All Going to Die from Skin Cancer – the ABC Said So

19 Saturday Nov 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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melanoma is no joking matter

By our Medical Interpreter in the Sports Bar

I read a piece over at the ABC the other day by a reporter I usually trust – Sophie Scott.

The report was that some research dudes have discovered two genes that predispose people to melanoma – as we know – a fairly dangerous and hard to treat if it gets away – kind of cancer.

These genes increase a person’s risk of death from melanoma before age 85 by a whopping 250 percent.  Jesus – we’re all goners – rush right out and get your DNA screened – and bloody stay indoors until you get the all clear.  This means all the Pig’s Arms patrons who live north of Mawson’s Base.

But then I started to wonder what percentage of people in Australia actually get melanoma.  Answer:  Men – 1:15.  Women – 1:24.

Since men live on average now to just 79, I reckon I’d be pleased to fall off the perch from melanoma when I was 85 – man, that’s 6 years over the odds.  Women who live – on average until the age of 84, don’t get such a good deal, obviously.

But the reality is that something else is more than likely going to get you before the big M (sorry, Big M).

Another way to play with the stats is to suggest that amongst the dudes who have these dodgy genes, (and we don’t know who you are – so please drop by the Pig’s Arms and we’ll give you a protective Trotter’s Ale (this protects you by keeping you indoors indefinitely)). (Voice – notice the perfectly balanced parentheses !) The risk of you getting the Big M (not OUR Big M – the other Big M), rises from 7% to 17% for blokes .  Have another Trotter’s Ale.

And for the ladies your insignificant risk of 4% rises to 10% – so if I was you, I’d definitely have another Pink Drink.  Slip slap and slop – but not so much that you don’t have enough Vitamin D – and get ricketts  or osteo or whatever bone things that a lack of Vit D causes.

While we’re talking about drinking, there are heaps of other risks that impact the likelihood that you’ll be pushing up parrots due to melanoma –  apart from two dodgy genes that you may or may not have.  These include things like whether you have red hair and that kind of Celtic skin that freckles up and burns rather than tans, whether you have more moles than Wind in the Willows, whether you smoke (in which case you shouldn’t waste time reading this article) and whether you drink inferior beverages to excess.

It really matters whether your melanoma (in the event that you do get one) is diagnosed and removed while it is a stage 1 codger.  If the hackers dismiss it before it spreads to the nearest lymph node, you’re in comparatively good shape.  If it’s in the first node and they remove that too, your odds don’t look so flash. but are still worth a decent punt.  Beyond that it’s pretty touch and go.

So if you see anything suss, – or more likely, your partner – who is very used to giving you one of those rather extensive all over caresses, spots something untoward,  it’s far better to risk being accused by your GP of being a big wuss, than it is to tough it out and ignore it.

There is no evidence of a causative link between melanoma and wedges – with or without sour cream and sweet chilli sauce.

Oh dear, I’ve come over all thirsty again.

Appalling Reporting at the Quaker’s Hill Nursing Home Fire

19 Saturday Nov 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Cricics, Critics, Everyone's a Critic, Emmjay

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Howden, Quaker's Hill Nursing Home fire; Besser

This morning I opened the door to the SMH’s screaming headline “Owners have record of failure” – by renown journos Linton Besser and Saffron Howden.

It was all downhill from there.

The front-page story was about the terrible nursing home fire in Sydney’s West – now said to have more than a dozen old people in serious condition in hospital and five deaths.  The story is at once awfully sad and also a tale of heroism and bravery that ensured that the casualty list was not longer.

However the tone of Besser and Howden’s piece is unrelentingly accusative –pointing the finger at the Quaker’s Hill nursing home – and its parent organisation Domain Principal Group – owned by, AMP Capital Investors.

Amazing, it was that within 20 hours of the blaze being reported, the police arrested a male staff member and charged him with four, then five counts of murder.  They had some fairly solid clues – that the fire broke out in two places – suggesting that this was no accident.  And second that it happened just before five am – calling into question who would be up around in a secure facility at that time.

My criticism of Besser and Howden’s article is that they seek to hang the nursing home and it’s parent organisation for many trivial reasons as well as because of a previous problem three years ago when ten old people died from gastroenteritis in another Domain Principal nursing home.

I need to put my credentials on the table here.  My 87 year old mum has been in care in a nursing home for nearly six years – first with dementia, then latterly also with frailty – she can no longer walk, stand or sit up un aided and she has to be fed, bathed, cared for medically, dressed, toileted, undressed and helped into bed every day.  FM’s dad is 85, is in another nursing home and has much the same care needs.  We visit every fortnight. So I have some experience in the field.

When old people can no longer feed themselves, perhaps cannot chew or swallow reliably and are incontinent – as well as having unreliable immune systems, they are always at high risk of gastroenteritis, no matter how strict the nursing home’s hygiene protocols.  More often than not, infections are brought into nursing homes by visiting relatives who do not use the handwash provided, do bring in food treats and certainly do not wear sterile gloves as the staff do.  In our folks’ time as residents, we have seen three outbreaks of gastro in the two locations – providing care for about 250 people.  There were thankfully no deaths as a result of these outbreaks, probably due to strict quarantine – no visits unless these were absolutely necessary – and mandatory disinfection of visitors’ hands.

This is impressive care – particularly when you realise that demented people with incontinence can act in ways that are highly counterproductive to safe hygiene.

But returning to the SMH article.  Besser and Howden cast aspersions on the Quaker’s Hill nursing home and the parent organisation for various failures in government inspections including not having background checks on prospective staff that were valid – and revalidated every three years including proof that staff had no convictions for murder or any form of assault.

There are two things that need to be said about this.  First, it is incredibly challenging for nursing homes to recruit carers – first, nurse-qualified carers (who can earn a lot more money working through agencies temping in hospitals) are always in very short supply and less qualified people who are amongst the lowest paid individuals in the workforce – who have to work shifts and do personal hygiene tasks for old people that would turn most relative’s stomachs are not exactly beating the doors down demanding jobs.  The people who work there are in my estimation and experience, mostly saints.

Second, a police check that an individual has a “clean” record can take an eternity – especially when you realise that many of the carers come from overseas and take these jobs because they do not have a huge amount of choice.  If I was a nursing home manager, with a desperate need for staff now – because I have patients who need care now – and not in six months, I’d take new people on, train them and manage them carefully and let the police do what the police do – in their own time.  They have no choice.

Moreover, a police check that says a person has a clean record – so far – does not predict that a person will never go bananas tomorrow or the next day – which could well be the case with the alleged killer in custody for the Quaker’s Hill fire.  Arsonists are usually not the outgoing socially aggressive violent types.

These kinds of regulatory inspections are risk minimisation exercises – and nothing more.  They are not in any way iron-clad guarantees that will always prevent bad things from happening.

The last bit of ridiculous trash reporting was, in my opinion, the assertion that in the previous case of deaths from this unrelated, three year old gastroenteritis outbreak, the cause was unproven, but there was a suggestion that there might have been a strong association with eating pureed food (what like a huge proportion of old people with dementia who can no longer chew ?) …. and – and get this, that the residents who died from gastroenteritis “were already deteriorating from their underlying health conditions” – like the ones that landed them in the nursing home in the first place ?  Give me strength !

Besser and Howden finished by saying that the management of the nursing home and the parent organisation had cancelled the planned meeting with the SMH and were refusing to comment. Surprising ?  Not when the police and coroner are involved – or when the reporters churn out such unhelpful rubbish.

I’m not suggesting that the nursing home is definitely blameless.  I just don’t know.  Neither would I seek to be unsympathetic to those who lost their lives, their loved ones or those who suffered terrible injuries.  I do think that tremendous praise should go to the fire-fighters, police, staff and neighbours who saved so many lives.  These folk did a magnificent job.  The same cannot be said about the SMH reporters.

That 70’s show – Tonight 1971

18 Friday Nov 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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1971, Cher, Daddy Cool, Dave Edmunds, Elton John, George Harrison, Isaac Hayes, Janis Joplin, John Lennon, Marvin Gaye, Matlock Police, Monty Python, music, playlist, The Doors, The Mixtures, The Rolling Stones, The Two Ronnies, The Who, Tom Jones, youtibe

If you'd had a few beers, imagine being arrested by dudes dressed like this..... uuurp !

Playlist by Algernon !

I heard this week that Waz will be away for a little while, so I thought I might put a little collection. Now I’m not trying to usurp the wonderful job that Waz does here most weeks, I just though  a Summer edition might be the way to go.  This lot is slightly different all the songs  charted in 1971 and were top 100 for that year.  Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQfAZVsz6KM

Eagle Rock – Daddy Cool

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wynYMJwEPH8

My Sweet Lord – George Harrison

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCWAGpChSRI

The Pushbike Song – The Mixtures

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYFhWV8–io

Me and Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ry2td7q5ZMc

I hear you knocking – Dave Edmunds

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIfxBthfFkg

She’s a Lady – Tom Jones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqhlQfXUk7w

The ministry of silly walks – Monty Python

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H49avae6gg

The Two Ronnies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdsTTsZVORE&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PL54C0C7440842EAA7

The Two Ronnies – slightly later than 1971

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHl5hNgsjZ0

Matlock Police – Episode 1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3B0Y3LUqr1Q

Brown Sugar – The Rolling Stones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKbPUzhWeeI

Riders on the Storm – The Doors

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13GD78Bmo8s

Your Song – Elton John

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fETIjVvv1Ds

What’s going on – Marvin Gaye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOSZwEwl_1Q

Gypsies Tramps & Thieves – Cher

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHhrZgojY1Q

Won’t get fooled again – The Who

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHbYLjWEEQA

The theme from shaft – Isaac Hayes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b7qaSxuZUg

Imagine – John Lennon

Keywords: Daddy Cool, George Harrison, The Mixtures, Janis Joplin, Dave Edmunds, Tom Jones, Monty Python, The Two Ronnies, Matlock Police, The Rolling Stones, The Doors, Elton John, Marvin Gaye, Cher, The Who,  Isaac Hayes, John Lennon

 

Is this the Truth about Greece?

18 Friday Nov 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Gerard Oosterman

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Greece

This is not written by me, but by a very reputable Newspaper. “the New Yorker”. It still paints a rather grim picture about Greece…. Take what you believe and dump the rest.

 

by James Surowiecki July 11, 2011

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Greece is a fairly small country, but for the past year it has been causing an awfully big uproar. Burdened by a pile of government debt that could force it into default (and the European banking system into a meltdown), Greece has had to adopt ever more stringent austerity plans in order to secure a bailout from the European Union. Explanations of how Greece got in this mess typically focus on profligate public spending. But its fiscal woes are also due to a simple fact: tax evasion is the national pastime.

According to a remarkable presentation that a member of Greece’s central bank gave last fall, the gap between what Greek taxpayers owed last year and what they paid was about a third of total tax revenue, roughly the size of the country’s budget deficit. The “shadow economy”—business that’s legal but off the books—is larger in Greece than in almost any other European country, accounting for an estimated 27.5 per cent of its G.D.P. (In the United States, by contrast, that number is closer to nine per cent.) And the culture of evasion has negative consequences beyond the current crisis. It means that the revenue burden falls too heavily on honest taxpayers. It makes the system unduly regressive, since the rich cheat more. And it’s wasteful: it forces the government to spend extra money on collection (relative to G.D.P., Greece spends four times as much collecting income taxes as the U.S. does), even as evaders are devoting plenty of time and energy to hiding their income.

Greece, it seems, has struggled with the first rule of a healthy tax system: enforce the law. People are more likely to be honest if they feel there’s a reasonable chance that dishonesty will be detected and punished. But Greek tax officials were notoriously easy to bribe with a fakelaki (small envelope) of cash. There was little political pressure for tougher enforcement. On the contrary: a recent study showed that enforcement of the tax laws loosened in the months leading up to elections, because incumbents didn’t want to annoy voters and contributors. Even when the system did track down evaders, it was next to impossible to get them to pay up, because the tax courts typically took seven to ten years to resolve a case. As of last February, they had a backlog of three hundred thousand cases.

It isn’t just a matter of lax enforcement, though. Greek citizens also have what social scientists call very low “tax morale.” In most developed countries, tax-compliance rates are much higher than a calculation of risks would imply. We don’t pay our taxes just because we’re afraid of getting caught; we also feel a responsibility to contribute to the common good. But that sense of responsibility comes with conditions. We’re generally what the Swiss behavioral economist Benno Torgler calls “social taxpayers”: we’ll chip in as long as we have faith that our fellow-citizens are doing the same, and that our government is basically legitimate. Countries where people feel that they have some say in how the state acts, and where there are high levels of trust, tend to have high rates of tax compliance. That may be why Americans, despite being virulently anti-tax in their rhetoric, are notably compliant taxpayers.

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Greeks, by contrast, see fraud and corruption as ubiquitous in business, in the tax system, and even in sports. And they’re right to: Transparency International recently put Greece in a three-way tie, with Bulgaria and Romania, as the most corrupt country in Europe. Greece’s parliamentary democracy was established fairly recently, and is of shaky legitimacy: it’s seen as a vehicle for special interests, and dedicated mainly to its own preservation. The tax system had long confirmed this view, since it was riddled with loopholes and exemptions: not only doctors but also singers and athletes were given favorable rates, while shipping tycoons paid no income tax at all, and members of other professions were legally allowed to underreport their income. Inevitably, if a hefty chunk of the population is cheating on its taxes, people who don’t (or can’t, because of the way their income is reported) feel that they’re being abused.

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