Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Post Of The Day

Today’s joint winners are Tina with Work Is The Curse of the Drinking Classes and San Merideth with Travel Tips To A New College Graduate. The other contenders were Katney with Updating the Update; Fugue with Queen's Battle To Death; Corey with Visit With An Earth Worm; Crazy Cath with Odd Shots Monday; Woman In A Window with Gifts From My Daughter On Her Birthday; R&J Random Shots with Odd Shots Monday; John with Hot-Air Balloon Flying Very Low; Merry Daze with The Constant Gardener; Mama Geek with My Gas Issue; and Jo Beaufoix with The Beaufoix Collection. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

By the churchyard's ivy creeper
As my voice grew slightly deeper
Algernon's went swiftly higher
He's still soprano in the choir

Show Me A Sign

Always Keep It Symbol

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


I ducked in here the other day to get my watchstrap fixed. As always, I had my camera with me. So while the repair was being carried out, I went out the front to shoot the bright combination of colours and symbols. My interpretation of the sign? Always be on time, never behave like a heel and always look for the key to life. Whaddya reckon?

Greed With Envy

Nothing Is Certain Except Debt And Taxis

Two Romanian greengrocers who broke into a rival's warehouse to steal his entire stock of grapes were caught – because they hired three taxis to ferry away their haul. Police stopped the convoy and found sacks of grapes filling the boot and interior of all three vehicles.

FOOTNOTE: Shower grapes.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Post Of The Day

Today's winner is Sandpiper's Place with Baby Squirrels Wrestling. The other contenders were The Lehners In France with Merde; Sandi McBride with She Was An Awesome Dog; Wit's End with Letting Go; Crystal Jigsaw with Finding Harmony; Veg Plotting with Strange Brew; Jennifer H with Some Mountains, A Tunnel And Clouds; Texas Travelers with Beetles Playing Rugby; Pappy's Balderdash with Checks In The Mail; Lin with Raiders And The Talkative Arc; Mushy with Harriman Class of 64 Re-Unites and Shrinky with Come Walk With Me. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

My milkshake, alas,
Tastes rather salty
Is it a farce
By Basil Fawlty?

Dough, A Dear

Is This A Mental Contest Or A Fiscal Contest?

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


So there I was, running up the steps. As I always do. I think steps were created just for me. To some people they call out, "Climb me slowly". To me they call out, "Run up me, R U N". So I do what I have always done. I run up 'em. Quick smart, like.

Yes, I even ran up all the steps from the Upper Division playground to the change rooms and lockers and study hall at my boarding school, St Joseph's College, in the Himalayan town of Darjeeling. The steps went all the way up the hillside (the "khud" as we called it) and then they turned around at an angle of almost ninety degrees and went from the road all the way up to Fraser Hall and then there were the broad wooden interior steps (wide enough for ten schoolboys running abreast) to the locker room. Whew!

How many steps were there? Dunno, exactly. Maybe seventy-odd. Maybe there were too many to count. So, yep, I still run up stairs. All stairs.

And while I ran the other day, I noticed this sight. So naturally I got my camera out and took these two shots of the currency exchange outlet. For the first one (above) I waited until the throng of office workers had cleared and I had just one person in the frame. The angle had to be just right so that the person could not be identified - but it worked well because his figure provides a perfect sense of perspective.

Then my inquiring mind wondered why someone had stuck a lolly wrapper right in the middle of one "O" so I took the shot below.

Thank goodness I obeyed The Great Photography Instinct, because on Friday I noticed the place had closed its doors and it was being converted into a shop. The sign had gone.

See this shot below? That's where Abba got their inspiration for the lyrics to their hit song. I think.


(The Odd Shots concept came from Katney. Say "G'day" to her.)

His And Hearse

Going Hell For Leather

A leather-clad former church minister in the UK has had a motorcycle hearse built for bikers' funerals. The Reverend Ray Biddiss has designed a glass, black and chrome coffin carriage with a steel deck and mourners can even travel pillion on the impressive three-wheeler that is based around a Suzuki Boulevard 1400cc Intruder. Mr Biddiss, 54, a former minister at Pellon Baptist Church in Halifax, has been a biker since he was 15.

FOOTNOTE: Hardly Davidson.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Weekend Wandering

Please answer today's question on your own blog, any time until next weekend. Just link to this blog (or to this post) so I can follow the progress of the discussion.

The question is: What is your dream?

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Physics always gets my vote
Geometry gets me into tangles
Euclid somehow gets my goat
But you gotta admire acute angles

I'd like to say a very heartfelt thank you to all of you, as I am now more than halfway to a quarter of a million page views. This week I clocked up my 130,000th page view as well as my 80,000th hit.

And a big vote of thanks to San Merideth for her amazing tribute titled The Physics of Encouragement, which is such a big validation of how I interact with my fellow bloggers, writers and photographers.

Also, a big wave to blog friends who have their own nicknames for me - Daryl who calls me Den Mom; Sandi McBride who calls me Deano, as in Dean Martin and Blog Princess G who calls me Ace Boy Photographer. Most of all, thank you to the gentle, thoughtful teenager who wrote the first-ever comment on my blog. I've never forgotten your kindness ....

Roger Featherer

You Calling Me A Birdbrain?

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


I took this shot about five weeks ago, just after I had taken delivery of my new 300mm Sigma lens. I was in the city and the sun was just starting to come up when I decided to walk towards Princes Bridge to test the reach of the lens. I had the camera around my neck and I had just taken some shots looking right across the river, when I turned my attention to the footpath in front of me.

About fifty metres in front of me and slightly to my left were three gulls sitting on a railing and looking towards the Arts Centre. Gulls are fairly savvy birds, I’ve noticed. They allow you to get fairly close to them, probably because they reckon there’s a fair chance you’ll toss some bread crumbs their way. But point something at them and, I tell ya, they get fairly skittish.

So I slowed down a bit and pointed the long lens at them, hoping they would take fright and fly away. The one on the left was keeping me in his field of vision, the one in the middle didn’t really give a toss (nice tennis reference, that!) and the one furthest away couldn’t have cared less. So I drew a bead on the middle one and fired off just one quick frame.

Only when I got home that night did I look closely at the photo and realise that the reflection of a riverside light on the dark surface of the Yarra River has produced a yellow shimmery patch that looks for all the world like a speeding tennis ball above the birds. Once I realised that, I couldn’t resist giving this post the title Roger Featherer.

Like all good tennis writers (when I first started covering Wimbledon, they were still using white Slazenger balls, not yellow) I guess I’m always looking for a good return of swerve.


Check out the rules at Camera Critters or go to Misty Dawn.

The Sunday Roast

Forget Social Status, This Blogger Is All Class

This week's interview is with Alex L, who writes
the blog The Discreet Charm of the Middle Class.


The first of the standard weekly questions. Why do you blog?

Short answer... anger, a lot of things make me angry and I just love to complain about them. I started blogging really just on a whim, but I quite enjoyed it so I kept at it. Even more so when people started reading what I was writing. If you're a writer and not just a blogger it is also handy to get a gauge on any storys you maybe working on, its like a free focus group.

What's the story behind your blog name?

Well the previous incarnation of my blog was entitled 'The Diary of a Whipping Boy', I called it that because I thought it sounded good. Only some time later to find out it was actually a fairly appropriate name. I would put myself throug the scummier side of modern society so everyone else wouldnt have to. Taking the punishment like the Whipping Boys of old would do.

As of Feburary this year though, the diary is no more, its now entitled 'The Discreet Charm of the Middleclass'. Why is it now called that well I dont know really I was just up for a change.

What is the best thing about being a blogger?

Having people say they enjoy what you do. Whether your trying to be funny or effect some other emotion knowing that you succeeded is a great feeling.

What key advice would you give to a newbie blogger?

Ease yourself into things. Don't worry if you don't get any comments straight away. And don't expect the world.

What is the most significant blog post you've ever read?

I'm not sure, Mike over at See Mike Draw always makes me laugh and smile. Something as straightforward as a cartoon can be just as enjoyable as thousand posts.

What is the most significant blog post you've ever written?

Maybe my article on bloggers' environment day. I think I hit a cord with that one. I'm not sure really, there's a few that stick in my mind. I really enjoyed the post about ''cops'' I wrote, though. The quote I built that post around was pure comedic gold.

Today's Sunday Roast with Alex L is the sixteenth in a weekly series of interviews with bloggers from around the world.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

If you hate addition
If you hate factors
Don’t wait for perdition
You might like tractors

The Candy Mad Can

Got A Sweet Tooth? This Is Crunch Time

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON

The only thing better than a kid in a candy shop is an adult (who is also a big kid at heart) photographing the shelves in a candy store. All but one of the shots for this week’s Photo Hunt theme of ''candy'' were shot at a Melbourne Suga store, thanks to the staff member Lachlan, who was more than happy to give me permission.

You say candy, we say lollies. But when I was little, we just called 'em sweets.

And y’know what? We weren’t allowed to eat them as and when we wanted – because they would rot our teeth. Rot ‘em rotten. I remember being allowed one sweet after lunch – if I finished all my vegetables and all my fruit. It’s not that my parents were tough on us. Nothing could be further from the truth. But dental care was more important than munching on sweets.

I also remember how, when you used to board our flights to and from boarding school each year, the Indian Airlines flight attendants used to bring around a tray of individually wrapped sweets, as well as packets of cotton wool for our ears. I would ignore the cotton wool and always ask if I could have two sweets. I was never refused.

After I finished university and started in journalism and began travelling extensively around India and overseas, the tray of sweets still came around before each flight – much to my delight. I don’t know if it is still corporate policy, but I guess the idea stemmed from the days when Indian Airlines operated Viscounts and Skymasters.

I suppose the action of sucking a sweet for landing and takeoff actually compensated for cabins that were not as well pressurized as they are on modern airliners. Having said that, even when Indian Airlines began operating their Airbus fleet in the late 70s and early 80s, I would always take two sweets when the tray came around.

When I became a parent, we noticed an interesting trend with the Authorbloglets. None of them are really into sweets – or lollies, as we call them here in Australia. When our eldest was a toddler and used to come home from birthday parties with untouched bags of lollies, we started putting them into a spare kitchen drawer. It was christened The Lolly Drawer and all these years later, that is exactly how it is still referred to.

Since not one of the Authorbloglets is interested in the contents of the drawer, their friends come over and automatically home in on the drawer, like bees to honey. Some years ago, the daughters of a friend of ours were so enamoured with the concept of a Lolly Drawer that they declared they were going to start one of their own.

A week later, we asked how their Lolly Drawer was going. ''It doesn’t work,'' they lamented. ''As soon as we put something in there, we eat the lollies immediately, so the drawer is always empty. We want a full Lolly Drawer, just like yours.''

On the other hand, our Lolly Drawer fills up so rapidly that it has to be emptied every few weeks. And there is a set procedure here. The youngest Authorbloglet has been under strict instructions to ring a friend of the eldest Authorbloglet The information is passed on that the great ritual of The Emptying And Cleansing Of The Lolly Drawer is about to occur, and the friend appears – as if by magic – to take delivery of a sackful so large and so heavy that even the Tooth Fairy would be rubbing his or her hands with glee.

Finally, here is a true Australian staple. Caramello Koalas (above) are part of Australian culture. So too are another Cadbury product - Freddo Frogs, which get my vote any day of the week. The Freddo Frogs were invented by the late Harry Melbourne, who was an 18-year-old moulder when he had a famous conversation with his boss at MacRobertson Chocolates, back in 1930.

The boss wanted to make a penny chocolate and mentioned that he was thinking of moulding the new product into mice shapes. But the teenage Harry piped up, saying that many people were afraid of mice and that maybe a frog would be a better product. Today, they are a confectionary icon in this wide brown land.

And when the appropriately-named Harry Melbourne died in January last year, his coffin was draped in a Freddo Frog flag.

Stair Case

Sticking Point For Drunken Wager Over A Tractor

A Polish farmer is facing jail after a drunken bet in which he drove his two-ton tractor (we don’t known if it was a Massey-Ferguson) down a set of stairs in the middle of a town square in Tczew. He said: "After a few vodkas the staircase seemed a lot wider than it really was and nowhere near as steep." But the vehicle got jammed and he fled - only to be caught by police an hour later back in the pub after witnesses gave cops a description.

FOOTNOTE: Messy Ferguson.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Post Of The Day

Today’s joint winners are Old Man Lincoln with The Double Loaf and Jo Beaufoix with Dr No No No. The other contenders were A Mask To Hide Behind with Let Me Eat Cake; Quilldancer with N Is For Night; Merisi with Suddenly Summer; Out The Front Door with Aaaaalllmost; SuperBloggerSupremeMama with Spittle’s Special Powers; Daze Of Our Lives with Why God Created Children; Imac with Sky Watch Friday; Jane Wigley with Herbie Rides Again; ChampTownboy with Locomotive In The Sky; Memoirs Of A Chaotic Mommy with Monkey See, Monkey Do and Mushy with My Best Friend From 44 Years Ago. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Sticks and stones may break my bones
So please don't ever try it
Experiment on android clones
And robots on a diet

Reach For The Sky

Photographers Are Going Great Guns

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


I had a Sky Watch Friday post ready to auto-publish, when I scrapped it after having a lunchtime wander with my camera yesterday. While most of you are gearing up for summer, we're only a fortnight away from winter. Despite that, the sky has been a startling blue most of the week, with daytime temperatures around 20 Celsius.

The blue of an unsullied Australian sky is really something to feast your eyes on. So while I'm sure you have plenty of wide blue skies above you at the moment, I thought I'd give you a taste of what Melbourne looked like at lunchtime yesterday. This shot (above) was taken down at Southbank, looking across the Yarra River at the central business district. I had taken a few shots of the ferries when I looked at the clock tower of Flinders Street Station.

Realising it was almost one o'clock, I looked straight into the sun, shielded my eyes and reached for my camera. There's nothing better than shooting straight into the afternoon sun to produce a great effect across a camera lens, with lots of light flare across the frame.

Then I shot this frame (above) to prove that you can take a sky shot indoors! I was standing on the central stairwell at Southbank, shooting upwards. Not only can you see the clear sky through the glass atrium, the composition also provides an interesting combination of geometrical patterns - there is the graceful arc of the balcony and the handrail above it, as well as the sharp white triangles formed by the roof struts.

Finally, this shot (above) depicts a royal-blue sky above the gentle silhouette of a graceful metallic awning. For the next couple of days we'll have rain and hail and cloudy skies, but yesterday our sky looked like a giant blue riband under which we are privileged to live.

For other participants in Dot’s concept, go to Sky Watch Friday.

Tee Time

76,000 Guests? That Sounds Like A Last Resort

Virgin Trains in the UK has apologised to customers after mistakenly inviting up to 76,000 of them (yes, 76,000) to a day at a golf resort. The company sent an email inviting people to an event at The Grove Golf Resort Hotel. The offer was intended only for the 75 members of its first class Traveller club.

FOOTNOTE: Fore richer, fore poorer.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Post Of The Day

Today’s joint winners are Mrs Nesbitt with Q Is For Quiche And Question and Old Man Lincoln with Where Are The Bees?. The other contenders were Rune with QE 2; John with Q Is For Queen Record; In The Gutter with Mother Of A Quiz; Woman In A Window with Her Storm; Casdok with Update; Hairline Fracture with Week In Review; The Other Blog with Changing Friendships; Sandi McBride with Would John Wayne Leave The Garden And Go Sit Down?; Yellow Rose with It's A Mug Shot and Retired And Crazy with The Cambridge University Graduation Ceremony. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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