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Wind

10 Saturday May 2014

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

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Bete Midler, Christopher Cross, Elton John, Eric Clapion & JJ Cale, George Benson, George Harrison, Kansas, Neil Young, Paula Abdul, Pete Seger, Phil Collins, Scorpions, Seals and Crofts, the Association, the Beach Boys, the Bee Gees

 

Not that kind of wind, Hung, THIS kind of wind.

Not that kind of wind, Hung, THIS kind of wind.

Playlist by Algernon

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qb6yPIo-UJM

Blowing Kisses in the wind – Paula Abdul

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsW8rXPcnM0

Summer breeze – Seals and crofts

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkmrMtILPqo

Candle in the wind – Elton John

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkADj0TPrJA

In the Air tonight – Phil Collins

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBwqV0QU0i8

Blowing in the wind – Peter Paul and Mary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wp4O7v5320

Dust in the wind – Kansas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RMrltCDCwI

Wind beneath my wings – Bette Midler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPYT9Vyu62A

Windy Sometime  – The Association

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ur8ftRFb2Ac

Ride Like the wind – Christopher Cross

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAVU3LNzsrw

Blown away – George Harrison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZMPKTYsL50

Wind of change  – The Bee Gees

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4RjJKxsamQ

Wind of change – Scorpions

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNaA7fVXB28

Against the Wind – Pete Seger

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-WMbP1RcC4

Like a Hurricane  – Neil Young

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piJojvguaKM

Anyway the wind blows – Eric Clapton  and JJ Cale

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjxK9ojmAT8

Wind Chimes – The Beach Boys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14pitnJlcv4

Breezin’ – George Benson

 

Imelda May

08 Thursday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Bands at the Pig's Arms

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Graham Norton, Imelda May

Hung One On Whitman

08 Thursday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Neville Cole, Poets Corner

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'Shoe, Algy, Asty, Big M, Emmjay, Gez, Gregor, Helvi, Hung One On, Lehan Winifred Ramsay, Merv, Neville Cole, Vivienne, Voice, Warrigal

poets_pub

Story by Neville Cole

I’ll admit it. I tied one on with Hung One On down the Pub last night. As I recall, it all started amicably enough. All the locals were there celebrating the 5th Anniversary. Viv’s spread was a real treat. Gregor took to the mic early on and told some raunchy jokes. Big M was singing Karaoke. I had a grand old time catching up with Algy, Shoe, Voice, Asty, Lehan, Gerard, Helvi, Warrigal and, of course Emmjay. But, much, much later, as closing time drew nigh, things got a little…well, strange. Hung grew increasingly introspective, almost wistful, as the night went on and we began to talk – as we often do when we get this way – about life, about love, and about…poetry.

“Some day, Mate,” he says to me, “I’m gonna go walkabout. I gonna drop this…” he paused for a moment to choose just the right word, than added: “façade…and start living.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” I replied, appropriately emphasizing exactly in exactly the right way as I downed my last Trotters.

“I think you do. I think you do. I know you do!” Hung said with a sudden smile. “You and I aren’t the types to be penned in by… by rules…and, and rules. We are the truth tellers. We are the rebel alliance. We are poets, man…and we should be out there poeting our guts out.”

“We are poets,” I agreed with him. “When I look at you that’s exactly what I see.” I was at this time somewhat fixed on the word exactly as you might have already guessed. But I continued nevertheless: “You, for sure, are a fucking poet, Hung. Walt Whitman’s got nothing on you, brother.”

“Walt Whitman!” Hung leapt to his feet like a sleeping dog woken by a noisy cat. “That’s it!” Hung cried climbing his stool to reach the bar.

“Hey, hey,” Merv sang out. “Closing time, Hung. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”

“Hear him out, Merv,” I said quietly. “He’s on a roll.”

“Warrigal kept to himself. Quietly sketching away in the corner; but I saw a wry smile break across his face as Hung began to recite a poem in a loud, clear voice.

“Song of MY self,” Hung announced to the almost empty bar. “By Hung One On Whitman.

And what followed, I recorded exactly as it poured from his soul…’cause no one would believe it if I didn’t write it down.

 

Song of my self

 

Come breathe the musk of morning
sit silent at the desert dawn;
Listen for my breath
Here me cry the empty sky
into being
Bathe in the light
I am not lost
nor hidden in rock
I am not dead
you are not dreaming
we are Life eternal.

Throw off your shoes
Did toes in solid earth
Draw kindred souls into your veins
There is not end in sight
no apocalypse is nigh
there is not one of us will die
we all are Life eternal
we are the one supernal
I take you in as you do I
Give yourself to the forests and the seas
We are all what feeds the other
There is no turning back
This is a never ending track that leads back to an open door
no floor
no ceiling to block the light
you are in my sight
no need to fear the night
Feel my warmth on you skin
Let me in
Turn your face to me
Give me a smile for today
You are Life eternal.

Look to the sky
Not a cloud to block the blue
This is my gift to you
This blue sky
that greenish-yellow leaf
the purple pinkness of the flowers
the richness and ceaseless variety
you are wrapped in a multitude of color
all for you this glorious display
I paint the world this way
To make each day your canvas
Take it in
Hold it with you to look upon
During the hours of grey and black
Remember my gift
Seek it out
The new day is just beyond the horizon
It will not be slowed or stopped
It will not hold back from you
Even if you doubt or despair
Even if you curse and cry
Even if you lose your way
Even if you forget
A new day is coming
Every moment
a hundred million every second
all across the Earth
a billion others like you and I
feeling with us
We are Life eternal.

Hung stopped for a moment, then a moment more, then paused, then graceful as a dancer, he bowed deeply and humbly. Emmjay and I cheered. Even Warrigal rose to his feet in applause.

I don’t remember much that happened after that. It’s a bit of a blur. I remember watching the sun come up a few hours later and replaying Hung’s poem in my head; but that’s about it. Still, it was a top notch 5th Birthday bash and I can’t wait till next year’s party.

 

8 Gigabytes of Hardcore P0rn0graphy

07 Wednesday May 2014

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

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Andrea Gibbs, Declan Greene, Griffin Theatre, Lee Lewis, midlife loneliness, online dating, p0rn0graphy, play, Steve Rodgers

Pic Borrowed from Griffin, with Thanks.

Pic Borrowed from Griffin, with Thanks.

Review by Tearthese Trouserzoff

So, last weekend, FM, a couple of pals (Terry and Brenda) and I went to see another in the flesh gem from Griffin Theatre Company at the Stables (the old old Nimrod).

The play is called 8 Gigabytes of Hardcore P~ (just to get past your nasty network filters).  While there was no actual P in the play, it was a very contemporary cutting and funny reflection of the midlife loneliness-driven world of online dating / SMS “romance” – or more accurately the lack thereof.  Look closely at the picture above.  Can you make out the repeated word “happiness” ?  It’s elusive.  It sure is elusive.

“I’m fat.  I’m stupid.  I’m ugly”.  “Maybe if I wasn’t so fat, I wouldn’t be so ugly – it’s because I’m stupid”  But I DO have some good qualities ….. pause …. I’m kind.

LOL ?? ! ?  The spoken SMS punctuation was hilarious.

Written by Declan Greene, Eight Gigabytes stars Andrea Gibbs and Steve Rodgers and was/is directed by  Griffin Artistic Director Lee Lewis (whose mythological adventure The Bull, The Moon and The Coronet of Stars blew us away last year).

The protagonists exist in a sad and lonely mid-life wasteland – she is an underpaid/overworked nurse – a single mother of one facing a slow grinding financial oblivion and he’s trapped in a very unloving marriage where he sits desperately waiting for his TV-  watching his wife to go to bed so he can pullout the laptop, unzip the fly and … you can guess the rest.

The two (one hesitates to use the word ‘lovers’ ) meet online, negotiate a stop-start phone affair and eventually meet in person.  They get to share an uncomfortable drink or two too many in a bar as well as sharing a plethora of half-truths and outright lies – much like the lies he tells his boss when he gets asked whether he’s downloaded 8 gigs onto the company laptop on one of his many sick days.

steve and andrea

It’s a sad, sad, funny dialogue – at once poignant and heart wrenching –  according to Terry who’s gone through much the same scenario after his kids grew up and left the nest, and for whom the drama was just a little too uncomfortably close to home.  Not that he was keen to share that with Brenda – his partner of just one year.

Afterwards, we discussed the play for hours over a meal and a few glasses of somewhat too inexpensive red – which is a fair indication that we really appreciated the play, the light-as -a-feather direction, the warts and all acting and the all too human story of the built-in compromises involved in beating loneliness deep in the third quarter of life.

Griffin supports new talent and the price of a seat is really at the bottom end of live entertainment – but the quality of their productions is fresh and always outrageously good.

Go and see 8 Gigs if you can – It’s a blast !  http://www.griffintheatre.com.au

 

Dear Gregor

05 Monday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Gregor Stronach

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agony uncle, Gregor

Simianlated Photo of Gregor

Simianlated Photo of Gregor


Why do men have nipples?

Men have nipples for aesthetic purposes. They mainly exist to provide punctuation for the pectoral muscles, and occasionally to make fat men look like hairy women. They also provide an excellent place to attach electrodes during routine questioning of African American suspects in southern police stations.
Without nipples, a man would look like a mannequin, and the less men look like department store dummies, the better… because if we start to take nipples off men, eventually there will be a worldwide glut of nipples on the international market, and the internet pornography industry would die.

Dear Gregor
Why does a grown man who rides motorcycles own an overly cute cat? 

He is either secretly a very soft individual, with a carefully constructed façade of seriousness tempered with a blistering sense of humour, or he might be gay. Take your pick – although I’m leaning towards the first explanation myself.

Dear Gregor
How do I get the hot mamas to like me? 

I would start by putting pants on… you’d be amazed at how quickly your fortunes will turn around once you stop turning up places with your doodle hanging out.

Dear Gregor
How did Tom Arnold end up connected with every movie featuring black people ever?

Tom Arnold had himself declared black for tax purposes in 1992. To celebrate, Tom was awarded the publishing and distribution rights for every single film featuring black actors by Michael Jackson, who has been steadily divesting himself of assets since he was busted for playing ‘touchy touchy’ with some little children. 

Dear Gregor
Why do people look at me funny when I touch them? And can I touch you? 

A hard question… but I think it has something to do with the running sores on your face and limbs. My advice is to eat leafy green vegetables with every meal, and try to get out in the sun a little more. If that doesn’t clear it up, a gentle wash with a lanolin-based soap (preferably one that doesn’t contain glycerine) might help as well.
Another thing to consider is the notion of asking people before you put your hand down the back of their trousers. The excuse that you are simply ‘looking for loose change that might have slipped down the crack in their ass’ won’t go down too well in court.

Dear Gregor
If girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, how comes they taste of anchovies? 

Try purchasing salt-reduced humans for consumption. I’ve found that by reducing the amount of salt I eat with my humans, my blood pressure has dropped. Sure, salt-reduced humans may be a little more expensive, but given the alternatives – be it a life of heart trouble or having to shell out the big bucks for totally organic human meat – it’s a small price to pay.

Dear Gregor
Why doesn’t my daddy love us anymore? 

Because you’ve been bad. That’s why he left you and mommy alone in the house. He hates you for ruining his life, by burdening him with a responsibility that his weak male ego was unable to bear. It’s also because you look a little too much like the postman.

Dear Gregor
Which came first – the chicken or the egg?

Well, it’s quite obvious that the chicken came first, because without an egg there would be no chickens. No, wait… it was the egg that came first, because without chickens there are no eggs. Shit. Umm. I think they arrived at the same time. Yes. Yes, that’s it… the answer to your question relies upon the order in which you unpack your groceries after a trip to the supermarket.

Dear Gregor
I am a man, yet I struggle to maintain interest in sports. What’s wrong with me? Is there an operation I can have? 

Yes, there is. Try a lobotomy. Then you’ll find baseball the most interesting thing in the world.

If you’ve got a question that you think Gregor might be able to answer, send your question stapled to an A$10 note and your editor will try to remember what the cash was for, but will probably drink it anyway.

This piece first appeared in Gregor’s head, then it moved out and lived at Rum & Mon key for a while until someone put it out on the nature strip for the Council Pick up

Father O’Way than Ever

05 Monday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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Church of the Latter Day Home Brand, Father O'Way, St Generic Brand Church, Styx Creek

grouplove1

Story by Emmjay

A pair of dusty and calloused feet crunched their way across the gravel in the Pig’s Arms car park, separated from the sharp grit by a well-worn pair of Jesus sandals.

The good father looked downcast as he took his seat at the cathedral end of the bar.  Merv, in an unusual display of sensitivity, sensing (incorrectly) that the Easter overtime had taken its toll, wordlessly poured the good father a stiff glass canoe of single-pink pink drink.  He patiently waited until the good father chose to address his flock of one.

Father O’Way took a long draw on the dayglow draught, and spoke thusly:

“Looks like we’re up Styx Creek this time, my son” he said.

“How so, Father ?” said Merv.

“St. Generic Brand’s” said the good father. “We’ve had the tap on the shoulder from the Bish”.

“Bastard” said Merv.

“Not his fault” said the good father.  “It’s George”.

“The Cardie his-self ?” asked Merv.

“The very self same” said FOW.

“Bastard” said Merv.

“Totes” said FOW, picking up the argot of his other parishioner, Diss’n Terry.

“What’s the drum, Father ?” said Merv.

“The Bish said that George had a visit from the Church of the Latter Day Home Brand and they made him an offer he couldn’t refuse” said FOW.

‘Get out !” said Merv “George isn’t going to cop any standover crap from those low-price pushers”.

“No” said the good father, they told George that he wasn’t getting good parishioner value per metre of pew space and they offered to buy a chunk of St Generics and replace Generic worship with Home Brand”.

“But doesn’t that cheapen the message ?” asked Merv.

“Bish said it’s time we recognised that the demographic is changing.  You know, ‘Never mind the quality, feel the width’” he said.

“I dunno what that means, Father” said Merv.

“It doesn’t mean anything” said FOW.  “He’s just fertooling around”.

“I dunno what that means, either” said Merv.

“Look, put it down and get a proper grip on yourself” said FOW.

“How can I say this ?” said FOW. “And before you answer that, it was a rhetorical question”.

“A what question ?” asked Merv.

The good father’s eyes pointed skyward and he asked the ultimate power to give him strength.

“Look, let me sketch this out for you with a thicker crayon, Merv.  For a sum of money that stretches way beyond the weekly take at St Generics, George is going to import cheap and shallow parishioners in pastel crimplene and replace the Pig’s Psalms with cheesy guitar music and curdling lyrics sung by atonal creepy types with clear skin and faces as bland as the hand towels in the Mondrian Brothers (plumbers to the art classes) loos.  Do you follow me now ?”

“Like those people from the buywell belt ?” said Merv, finally getting the message.

“Exactly” said the good father.  “The ones that never take a medicinal pink drop and will never play the porkies at the Pig’s Arms.

“Cripes” said Merv.

“Precisely” said FOW.

“I can’t stand that cheesy music” said Merv.  “Nobody’s girl leaves him for another man, nobody gets shot and nobody’s good old dog dies.  There’s no passion – no real life journey experience in it.  They have no stories – just soppy warbling”.

“ I hate nylon strings on guitars” said Hung, from the Paddington end.  “Plunky, plunky plunk.  Less cut-through than a warm fart in a phone booth” he added.

“Is this thing a definite done deal, Father” inquired Merv.

“Yeah, well, in PRINCIPLE, it’s a done deal” said FOW.

“Might there be a cooling off period ?” said Merv. “Or a performance clause ?”

“Like… ?” said FOW.

“Like …. Say the Home Brand faithful failed to take root at St Generic Brand’s” said Merv.

“Say, if the Hell’s Angles turned up, sang right off key and asked tricky theotrigonometric questions during bible study” said Merv.

“Would there be middle aged men with long ponytails ?” asked FOW.

“I hate middle aged Christian bikies with long ponytails” said Hung.

“My son,” said FOW “They are all God’s children…. Whether they are complete dorks or not.  Remember, God created man in his own image”.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the bar for a few moments….

“What’s our counter lunch offer ?” Merv wondered.

“You mean, how do we get the Bish to get George to change his mind ?” said the good father.

“Yeah” said Merv.

“ I don’t think George really gives a continental about the brand quality” said FOW.  “It’s donations per pew metre.  It’s bums on seats” said the good father.

“Who’s up for a little bit of brand stacking ?” asked Merv.

The bar started to fill with the usual afternoon crowd and the general consensus was that siphoning off a bit more of the meat tray raffle money to support St Generic Brand’s was the least the patrons could do”.

“After all…” said Merv “with Eddie O’Bad’s people and Arturo Sinister Demons moving into the area, St Generic Brand’s will have a lot more sin to shift and we all know the wages of not shifting sin”.

 

 

 

VIVIENNE’S Happy 5th Birthday to the Pub – The Spread

05 Monday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in The Dining Room, Vivienne

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Birthday Cake, Canapes, Cold Buffet, Hot Buffet

 

Digital Mischief by Warrigal Mirriyuula

Digital Mischief by Warrigal Mirriyuula

In the spirit of a milestone birthday party, the big 5th, half a decade, I’ve prepared some virtual food. As they say, get stuck in, please enjoy, bon appetito, smakelijk, velbekomme, kali oreksi, selamat makan, douzo meshiagare etc.

CANAPES

On arrival pub patrons will be offered plates of beautiful homemade canapés (or ‘orsesdoovers). Nibble on small pancakes topped with smoked salmon, sour cream and caviar, melba toast with chicken liver pate, smoked trout and pickled water melon rind or baba ganoush. Gluten free homemade crisp bread is there too – all delicious.

Then there is the cheese board to peruse: French brie, Australian cheddar, Milawa blue and goats cheese and some more, the names of which I can’t spell or remember how to pronounce.

THE COLD BUFFET

With Trotter’s Ale, mystery pink drink, wine or whatever in hand move on to the cold buffet.

Help yourself to slices of double smoked ham right off the whole leg, fresh tiger prawns, Sydney Rock or Coffin Bay oysters freshly shucked, cold roasted chicken drumsticks, rare roasted whole scotch fillet and any of the many enticing salads (potato, coleslaw, mixed lettuce, homegrown tomatoes/cucumber/fetta/olive or tabouleh). For the vegetarians I’ve gone to a lot of trouble and made devilled eggs and a spicy lentil patty with so little meat in it you’ll hardly notice.

THE HOT BUFFET

Then waddle over to the hibachi in the new slightly enclosed verandah for smokers. The coals are ready for cooking. COOK YOUR OWN HOT FOOD. Just select any or all of the prepared meats on a stick. There is my fabulous malay satay (lamb), original beef kebab, chicken satay and more garlic prawns and scallops on sticks. For the vegetarians – sorry there is nothing so you are stuck with baba ganoush, devilled eggs and salad and cake.

DESSERT

There is no dessert. (I only do crepes but I used all the mixture up to make the little pancakes for the canapés.)

But there is a BIRTHDAY CAKE. In keeping with the pub theme this is one laced with brandy and sherry. It’s full of dried fruit, wholemeal wheat, brown sugar, butter, free range eggs, crushed homegrown almonds and another dash or two of brandy and cream sherry.. Yes, it is actually a rich fruit cake.   I could have done my carrot sponge cake with strawberries on top but there are no strawberries and the fruit cake is easier to prepare ahead of time and I needed that time to get to the fishmonger for the oysters and seafood which are clearly of greater importance.

So here’s happy birthday to you – to be hummed with gusto and toasted with a glass of sparkling shiraz durif from a vineyard down the road from me (it’s bloody good).

PS: there is an excellent jug or two of percolated real coffee on the table near the cheese. Some drinking cups too if you must. But I’ll probably open another bottle of sparkling somethingorother ..….. hic.

Rain

03 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Entertainment Upstairs

≈ 22 Comments

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BJ Thomas, Blind Melon, Bob Dylan, Bryan Ferry, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Eric Clapton, Eruption, Eurythmics, Gene Kelly, grateful dead, Helen Shapiro, Hugh Laurie, James Taylor, Jimi Hendrix, Prince, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, the Cascades, the Everly Brothers, The Temptations, the Weather Girls, Tom Jones

rain 2

Playlist by Algernon

… and congratulations, sir, this is my 1,000th post.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=De0_zZ7qQDA

Might as well rain until September – Helen Shapiro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPYoUQjttak

Hard rains a-gonna come – Bryan Ferry

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bz0Sscke9z4

Crying in the rain – The Everly Brothers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5aZJBLAu1E

It’s raining men – The Weather Girls

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hziG9Nr6KHU

Raindrops keep falling on my head – BJ Thomas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzFnYcIqj6I

Here comes the rain again – Eurythmics

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QO3hlmEyaiA

I can’t stand the rain – Eruption

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em0mJumrlUI

Purple Rain – Prince

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gu2pVPWGYMQ

Have you ever seen rain – Creedence Clearwater Revival

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmVn6b7DdpA

No Rain – Blind Melon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0WeyMAXxns

I wish it would rain – The Temptations

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQstQST1GiM

Rhythm of the rain – The Cascades

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lu9IQHxsrDU

Rainy Day Woman #12 & 35 – Bob Dylan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifff5NbKQZI

Let it Rain – Eric Clapton

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDgNHoHhgPU

One Rainy Wish – Jimi Hendrix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10mKnkV2rFI

Cold Rain and Snow – Grateful Dead

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOIo4lEpsPY

Fire and Rain – James Taylor

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1ZYhVpdXbQ

Singing in the rain – Gene Kelly

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGTCcryaZ6w 

Didn’t it rain – Tom Jones

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR2gR6SZC2M

Didn’t it rain – Sister Rosetta Tharpe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7MZtyV_X6o&list=PLozfda88Pn-MhGVGNyD_6zjkBse6SL-jZ

Didn’t it rain – Hugh Laurie

Corruption ? What Corruption ?

03 Saturday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

≈ 28 Comments

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Barry O'Farrell, Chris Hartcher, Eddie Obeid, Ian Macdonald, Joe Tripodi, Mike Gallacher, NSW political corruption

NSW ICAC Map

 

 

We have to hand it to NSW’s Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC).  They’ve certainly got their work cut out for them.

This is a grab from an interactive map produced by the ABC – it rearranges itself when you click on anything – a person or a relationship line.  Bear with me here (colour blindness is a real bugger so forgive me if I see different colours to you – BUT – pink dots indicate a neutral relationship , a bluey green grey dot indicates a friendly relationship and the orangy dot indicates a hostile relationship. Light blue circled names have been investigated by ICAC.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/interactives/icac-relationships-graph/

As a confirmed conspiracy theorist, I love those circles like “Australian Water Holdings” (Australian Water Holdings (AWH) is an infrastructure company that consults on water services. It is currently being investigated by ICAC over attempts by its management to procure a public-private partnership with Sydney Water that would have vastly increased the company’s value, as well as the billing of inappropriate payments and expenses to Sydney Water.), “Free Enterprise Foundation” (A Liberal Party trust that ICAC alleged was used to funnel prohibited donations to the Liberal Party from developers, who are banned from making donations) and “The Terrigals” – (A sub-faction within the right wing of the New South Wales Labor Party, headed by Eddie Obeid and named after Mr Obeid’s beach house at Terrigal).

It’s important to note that not every person on this map is (or is likely to be) alleged to be corrupt.  For example, Nathan Reese when he was premier, sacked Ian MacDonald – a member of the Terrigals ICAC has found to have acted corruptly, and like Morris Iemma, Nathan Reese was dumped by the ALP when the Terrigals withdrew their support.  Kristina Keneally was given the poison chalice of the premier’s job and she torpedoed a doctored cabinet minute that would have handed a lot of cash to AWH.  And lastly, nobody has proven that Barry O’Farrell has acted corruptly – but he did have a massive memory failure about accepting an inappropriate gift (smelling quite like a setup if you ask me) and he did / does have some dubious friends – which is not of itself a crime.

This sort of relationship map is a well-used tool by police investigating organised crime and when a relationship map starts to look more complicated than a map of the greater Tokyo Urban Transit system, you can bet you are looking at one seriously networked crime empire.

Go over to the ABC site and have a good look at the interactive map and ask yourself, if you are / were a NSW voter, who the fuck would you vote for in 11 months time ?

Enjoy the information while you can.  Arthur Sinodinos was John Howard’s chief of staff and Tony Abbott regards John Howard as God – and since Tony has it in for the ABC, I’d say excellent reporting like this probably has a short shelf life – until Australia sobers up and throws out Tony and a whole lot of other counts* on both sides of politics.

* Delete the vowel of your own choosing.

 

I Started a Blog

28 Monday Apr 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Neville Cole

≈ 47 Comments

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blogging, Neville Cole, Phoenix

Phoenix enlargement - in progress

Phoenix enlargement – in progress

Story by Neville Cole

Actually I’ve started probably a dozen blogs; but I’m hopeful this latest one might actually have some kind of payoff. It’s been a long, lean road so far.

Many years ago I convinced my company that I should go to a social media conference in Las Vegas and learn everything there is to know about blogging. My company still considers the word blog a four letter word but I took what I did learn and got to work on my own projects.

My first blog post “Oyster call Oystralia home” was probably my most successful effort to date. Somehow this fellow in Australia name Therese Trowseroff (or some such thing) miraculously discovered it the day of posting and invited me to be the North American Correspondent for something called The Window Dressers and Pig’s Arms. That fellow has quite an imagination. Wow. I thought, one post and the world is watching. This will be a piece of cake.

I sat at home and puzzled over one of the tips I learned in Las Vegas. Write what you know. I know, I thought I could write an advice column! I give brilliant advice. I created a character called Aunt Mary loosely based on a cross between Dear Abby and Dame Edna Everage. Who better to spew advice to a willing world, I thought.

My first Aunt Mary post was an qualified hit. Therese – who had changed his name to Emm or some such thing – sent me an email with the header “Holy Hits Aunt Mary.” Subsequent posts, however, did create such a draw. I also started to run out of advice.

That’s when I decided I was a modern day Charles Dickens. I would post – chapter by chapter – my tales of great adventure around the world, slowly gathering fandom until, at the conclusion of my story, I could self-publish a bone fide hit! I made it about 12 chapters into From Here to Nairobi before I was hit with the aching realization that this really wasn’t much of a tale and my projected sales would probably amount to about two days work in the office.

Undaunted, I hit upon the idea of using a blog to imagine a set of fanciful characters that could someday develop into a comic book series or animation. Chimp George, Pistol Palin and Smoking Rabbit never did catch on.

Intermittently I wandered back to the internet to do research. Why was I failing so consistently to create any kind of following? Sure I picked up some “followers” along the way but the only people who ever provided any feedback at all were the fine patrons of the Window Dressers and Pig’s Arms. They did say lovely things and Mike Jones (he changed his name again, I think) was incredibly supportive and thankful for my every effort.

The experts all over the Internet told me I should be blogging about gadgets, sports and/or fashion or providing brilliantly researched posts focused on important subject people need to survive or make money, or such. Hmm…maybe one on how to create a buzz in social media would be good. But, research and entrepreneurship is not really my thing. For a start, I’ve got a full time job; one I actually quite like and one that, knock on wood, I could potentially do till almost the day I die.

That said, I can’t shake this whole blog fantasy. Recently I read a quote from Stephen King about writing. “Write with the door closed”, he says. “Edit with the door open”. Brilliant, thinks I. I can write away on a novel idea alone, then post it out to the web and edit it with the world watching.

How does that song go? I started to cry which started the whole world laughing? We’ll I started a blog my novel which started the whole world reading anything else. Maybe, the problem is the whole world is too busy blogging to read anymore.

Anyway, long post short… I’ve started another blog about something I know: where to go out for a good time in this old town of mine. I’ve called it Around Phoenix. It’s full of good advice, local knowledge and a little bad humor for spice. I end each post with the catchphrase. See You Around Phoenix. The perceptive among you will notice at tip of the hat to Anchorman. It’s better than “Stay Classy San Diego” and nearly as memorable as “Go F#ck Yourself, San Diego.”

In the About section of my new blog, I say Around Phoenix only has one rule. I will only review places I really like. For one, I think reviewers who spew lots of vitriol about how bad some place is should probably just post on Yelp. For two, if I were looking for a restaurant or bar, I’d rather know I can go to a site where I know everything they suggest is good.

I also figure people with restaurants and bars are often pretty desperate for any good review and if they like what I write they may help promote my page with a reblog. I’ve got 5 followers so far (and one of them has 21 thousand followers), so who knows? The only potential problem is…what if I have to decide between giving a good review to a place with lots of followers and my promise to only review places I like? Oh well, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

I don’t have lofty goals as yet. I’m pretty much only hoping that maybe one of the places I review will offer me a free appetizer or a bottle of wine on the house or something. Hell, at this point if someone makes a comment I’ll consider that a victory.

But if this does start to pick up steam I got a lot of great ideas. I could write off my restaurant and bar bills on my taxes. I could let other people write reviews for me and just manage the content. I could set myself up for a second career as a social media expert in case my company has another round of layoffs. I can even picture an Around Phoenix app, or maybe a local TV series…and think of the franchise opportunities!

So anyway…I started a blog. It’s called Around Phoenix. Come visit if you’re looking for somewhere to go around Phoenix. God, I love that catchphrase!

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