Horse of the century

Let me preface this post with the information that I have virtually no interest in horse racing.

But every now and again my attention is caught by something extraordinary, this is the case with
The latest racing sensation "Black Caviar" this mare's racing program to date reads 13 starts for 13 wins, she is being described as "The best sprinter in the world" along with every other superlative the racing world can come up with.
Black Caviar has captured the racing fraternity {and the general populations} attention here in Australia like no other hprse since the great Phar Lap of the depression years, today in Brisbane instead of the normal 5000-7000 spectaters at Doomden there was a crowd of 40,000 all there for a glimpse pf our new champion.
Any racing enthusiasts anxious to know more about Black Caviar will find lots of info by Googeling Black Caviar

A Wordle in your ear

Just a quick post about a cute little program given to me by my Sister-in-law Sue, it's called "Wordle" and is available via this link.

Sue teaches autistic kids and is always on the lookout for teaching aids that will hold her classes attention, the little gem below was created by having Wordle assess the word useage on my blogg.... the bigger the type the more frequent the word!!! Bloody seems to be the runaway leader which I couldn't quite work out until I saw the poem Oodna-bloody-datta listed... nuff sed.


I'm not sure I'm going to thank Sue for this idea.... it has taken the combined brain-power (not an inconsiderable resource) of Holtieshouse and Wazza's Place hours to work out how to get this onto the blog.

For any one so inclined you can have some fun with Wordle, so have a play around.

I will be home later today and may even resume normal service fairly soon, for those who have not seen it before here is a rerun of Oodna-bloody-datta.. a tiny outback settlement in SA.

Oodna-bloody-datta

The bloody town’s a bloody cuss,
No bloody trams, no bloody bus.
And no-one cares for bloody us
In Oodna-bloody-datta.

Just bloody heat and bloody flies,
The bloody sweat runs in your eyes.
And if it rains, what a surprise
In Oodna-bloody-datta.

No bloody fun, no bloody games,
No bloody sport, no bloody dames.
Won’t even give their bloody names
In Oodna-bloody-datta.

No bloody clouds or bloody rain.
No bloody curbs no bloody drains.
The bloody council’s got no brains
In Oodna-bloody-datta.

The bloody goods are bloody dear’
A bloody buck for a bloody beer.
But is it good, no bloody fear
In Oodna-bloody-datta.

The bloody dances make you smile,
The bloody band is bloody vile,
They only cramp your bloody style
In Oodna-bloody-datta.

The best place is in bloody bed
With bloody ice upon your head,
You might as well be bloody dead
In Oodna-bloody-datta.

Author unknown

Some odd vehicles

There are some really odd vehicles here, not all are odd though.

This is my nephew John (Merle's Son) seen here with his Kawasaki GTR and
trailer, John is a member of the Ulysses FarRiders Club, on their far ride
weekends they ride a minimum of 1000klms (600 miles) from home base and
return over the weekend

A trike belonging to another FarRider member (Sandy aka AIP rides one
something like this.)

This bike was parked in the main street of Gympie on the weekend when I first
saw it I thought it was a Victory (as ridden by Charles and June Kellum) I was
only going by what looked like a Victory badge on the fuel tank as I don't know
a whole lot about bikes, turned out to be a Kawasaki.





Staying with the vehicle theme
a redneck rider mower
painted up in John Deere green











A redneck lottery winners
motor home












Could this be a blonde's
convertible??









Can you spot the
convertible in this
photo??













This is the speedo from
the blonde's convertible.













Some signs really get the
whole story don't they??












There should be one of
these at every race track













A redneck Harley











Another redneck
motor home.













And the artwork they
put on some cars is.....












unbelievable!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gardening

I would like to offer another blog for your approval.

This one has several things in it's favor from my point of view, firstly it
is a very well thought out and presented blog, second Stu is a lover of
my favourite tree... The Jacaranda, and third, he also happens to be a
very good mate of my son Marcus.
These two, and their families, live in the lovely seaside town of
Busselton in West Australia.
Stuart's life revolves around his passion for gardening, (a passion I
don't really share by the way) and like so many others who dedicate
their time and talent to their chosen cause he is an expert and has
found the way to impart his knowledge to others in an interesting
manner.
I heartily recommend that you of the gardening kind pay a visit to his
site, I'm sure you will enjoy it.






http://gardeningtipsnideas.com/

Blog Etiquette

A chance to say goodbye before you
melt away

The vanishing breed

I posted a comment recently at Judy’s site in response to her post about bloggers who disappear from sight without any explanation.

As with Judy I have a particular blogger in mind that has prompted me to write this post, he is Latigo Flint, a writer of some really weird, but extremely funny, stories about the old West, I’m sure anyone who has ever read his posts will remember him well.

His last post on November 26^th 2006 gave no clue that he was about to quit, so one eventually assumes the worst, I did a pilgrimage call recently only to be greeted with a blank page… I cursed that I had not copied at least a couple of his more hilarious posts as a memento… I have since been back and the site is intact…. note to self.. do some copies self.

This seems to happen quite regularly, someone you read each day/week suddenly stops posting, and we, your readers, are left wondering where you have got too, have you just got tired of blogging? or has something else caused your absence, illness or an accident maybe? it would be nice to say goodbye or to learn the facts of the case at least.

To this end I have given my son Marcus the keys to my blog and asked him to say my goodbyes should I get hit by the proverbial bus, or even if I pass more peacefully.

I am blessed with an articulate blogger in my choice but everyone must know someone who could write that last chapter for them, sort of bring the curtain down, if you like.

Think of it as a part of your will, you wouldn't want your other treasures and possessions to go unclaimed why chance it with your blog, to your faithful readers this could be the greatest treasure you have to leave.

Just BTW, Marcus has been blessed with enough of the HOLT genes to have a sense of humour that is similar to mine, so if his closing remarks are in any way disparaging please just dis-regard them and think your own pleasant thoughts of me (your now departed blog buddy).

I hope Judy won’t mind me reprinting her closing paragraph here;

And now - a note to the rest of you:

If you decide to quit writing your blog, please put up a last post. I won't insist that you explain why you are quitting, unless you really want to. But for those of us who might have some parting words, please allow comments on that last post - even if you have no desire or intent to ever go back and read them. I hate being left hanging, with something to say and no one to say it to.

I just love that last line Judy, it sounds so typically female;

I hate being left hanging, with something to say and no one to say it to.

One final point:

I had a comment from "Morgan" on my previous post and as is my
normal practice I tried to connect to her? blog to say thanks for the
visit, sadly the section in her? profile that enables contact had not
been checked so I hit a brick wall.

Note to all Bloggers;

Please enable this section so that we may contact one another.

10 Degrees of Separation.

Update!
There's another birthday on Sunday 14th, it's also Joy's big day.

There are a couple of bloggers birthdays coming up, Jerry aka lz on Sunday 14^th and Ivy’s on Monday 15^th if you want to say Happy Birthday.

I had a visit on my Poetry Galore site by Pamela, from;

http://thedustwillwait.blogspot.com/

she came to my site via some “Aerobic Blog Hopping”
which you can read about by visiting her site, Say Hi while you’re there.

This started me thinking about the movie “Six Degrees of Separation”
and wondering how many moves it might take me to travel from a random blog and via the blog rolls of sites I visited to get back home to Holties House.

So for about 2 hours I zoomed around sites I’d never heard of before,
this started out with a randomly selected site, not as simple a task as I had envisioned, by the process of selecting “next blog” I had to bypass probably the first 35 sites I landed on.

No, I was not cheating or trying to find an easy path, the sites I rejected were (a) in a foreign language about 15, (b) were instructional or sales sites about 15, (c) were sites without a blog roll, which I needed for my next move, about 5.

What I was looking for initially was a site just like yours and mine and I finally found one, you can trace my progress with the links below, from the starting point in South Africa, The Phillipines 2, England 2, USA 5.

The first name I recognized was The Complimentary Commenter,

That led me to Ribbitcus who I had also heard of and finally to Marti, who is on my blog roll, an interesting way to while away a HOT afternoon.

http://tenmiles.blogspot.com/

http://www.estranghero.blogspot.com/

http://oxymoron101.wordpress.com/

http://upsaid.com/eurotrash/

http://www.indigosteve.blogspot.com/

http://j_cuttheshit.blogspot.com/

http://mariskris.blogspot.com/

http://complimenter.blogspot.com/

http://enchantedlilypad.blogspot.com/

http://enterthelaughter.com/

Is it Wed 3rd - or Frid 13th??

I’m not sure what is going to wind up on this post, I don’t usually make
New Year Resolutions, I don’t usually use the blog to Rant, and I don’t
care much for people who whine, (as distinct from people who tell us of
their real troubles.)

Okay, what brought this on, I got the news that my youngest Son and
his wife of 18 years have separated, like so many of us they appeared
to have a happy and sound marriage, if I’m confused by this imagine
how their 9 year old Son is feeling.

I got a Christmas card c/w a lovely letter from my Grand-daughter in
SA, the one who’s engagement I am to attend in early March, same day
I got an email postponing the engagement, email says… no troubles,
they are happy and in love??? I smell something a little fishy here.

With these two new pieces of information in my mind I read of Judy’s
resolution to use less exclamation points!!! now this probably seems a
fair stretch from one thing to the other! but in my current somewhat
fragile state it’s amazing what can become a burr under the saddle.

Please Judy, don’t take this as a personal assault, far from it, you are
one of my oldest (in length of blogging contact) blog friends, it just got
me thinking of what we do in our blogs/lives that may irritate others?

I have a pet peeve with people who overuse LOL and it’s derivatives,
there are people on my blogroll who do this, surprise, surprise!

Again if you feel you may fall into this category please don’t be
offended, I still read your blogs and just mentally delete a few LOL and
LMAO etc. while otherwise enjoying your posts.

Once more I say, Okay, so what about your own writings?? yeah I use
a few ?? … !!! things, I sometimes spell artrocushly (although in my
own defense I nearly always use a spell-checker and I have a well worn
dictionary sittin’ (another thing I do a fair bit is abbreviate words) on
my desk, so I try!! There is also the excuse that some of my readers
are from America… where they are taught to spell poorly.

C'mon folks, I reely expected to be picked up on atrociously by now!

I am very proud to be an Australian, and I probably oversell this at
times but it’s a bit like when my Son Marcus found Christianity he said
to me, “If I found the cure for cancer Dad, wouldn’t you want me to
tell you about it?” when I agreed that this would be nice, he said “Dad
I’ve found so much more than that and I want to tell you about it.”

So I guess that means if you read my blog you’re gonna have to put
up with me raving about Australia.

I read with envy about the good things that my friends do, (not enough
envy to get me off my lazy ass usually) and the enormous odds they
overcome, their bravery in the face of adversity and I feel humbled and
just a little worthless, my contributions are so small and at times so
self centred by comparison.

Well I did preface this post by saying I didn’t know where it would wind
up so if you have got this far, I thank you… I apologize for the ravings…
and I will get back to normal… or my version of it, next time.

Daffodils

Please do yourselves a favour and visit this site, especially post #52,
just in case you need to see a reason check out the photo below.

http://viewfromlansing.blogspot.com/

“I want it all, and I want it now”

Nobody points the finger any better than Arnie.

“I want it all, and I want it now”

A couple of new words describing our modern society have come to my
attention; “kidult” and “adultesent” with “peterpanners” thrown in for
good measure.

These words have come into being to describe the attitude of today’s
young people, and no, we aren’t talking about children here or even
teenagers, but young adults aged 20 to 40 who have, rightly or
wrongly, turned their backs on the old values.

Things like, marriage, family, job security, saving, and home ownership,
they are more likely to embrace, reality TV, celebrity gossip, binge
drinking, the latest car, plasma screen TV and ipods.

In a large proportion of this group there is little concern for politics or
world events or anything that impinges on their instant gratification,
“We live in a different economic and cultural climate.” they say,
“We still value maturity and responsibility, those values are still being
expressed, but in different ways”.

Well they are certainly right about the "different ways" part of that
premise, a 2004 survey in Australia found that 52% of people
between the ages of 18 and 30 are “uncommitted” and nearly
two thirds of them are living with parents.

Now I’m not opposed to this per-se, but when the sole motivation
is so that the kidult will have fewer responsibilities, a built in
laundry service and more disposable income for the gratifications
already mentioned it starts to smell a little like laziness and
immaturity to me.

The generation of, “I want it all, and I want it now” doesn’t seem
to be laying down the right foundation so that this end can ever
be reached.

Instead we are starting to hear things like this quote from a book
currently doing the rounds;
The debates about adulthood need to go deeper and consider what
makes an ethical adult in today’s world.

“Values are presumed to be earned through participating in the
conventional adult rituals.. you become loyal by sticking to a career,
marriage teaches you commitment, having children makes you
responsible.” the writer continues, “we need to acknowledge that
these kinds of values can be developed in other ways, through
different relationships and experiences.
It’s time to focus the adulthood debate on the bigger questions
about how we live today and recognize the many ways of being adult.”

Well I don’t know about you but that left me with an unpleasant
feeling at the pit of my stomach, if the opinions of this author are
in fact a popular concept it would seem that our world is in for
some radical changes that I, for one, don’t think are for the better.

Maybe my distrust for these views is because of my advancing years
and the reliance on the theory that these concepts have served us
well for a long time now and I'm not ready to see them thrown out
unless they are to be replaced with something better, or at the
very least replaced, not simply discarded.






I don't want to make money.


I just want to be wonderful.

Kids and Money.

PLEASE READ THIS;

Recently I launched into a new (for me) piece of technology known as
Bloglines, this is a program that notifies you when your subscribers
have updated their sites.

With my expanding blogroll (no, I didn’t mean to type waistline!!)
this was viewed as a major technical break-through that would save
me hours of time each day.

For the first few weeks, with only a couple of hiccups, this proved to
be the case, just enough time to lull me into a false sense of security,
then the notifications slowed down dramatically… Hmmmm lots of
people seem to be taking a sabbatical I thought.

At last the penny dropped and I checked some sites manually only
to find I was a week or more out of date with their postings.. Grrrrr
so it looks like we are back to square one and destined to check
sites manually again, may also be time to do a little pruning sadly.

So if you haven’t had the pleasure of my witty comments of late this
is the reason, hopefully over the next few days I’ll catch up.

If anyone has a better solution than Bloglines for checking
sites I would love to hear about them.

A young businessman in Brisbane in 1947.

Kids and money.

I just love delving into history (recent history, say 150 years ago, not
that dry old stuff we were taught in school) my interest was caught by
this old photo in the Sunday paper.

It depicts an enterprising youngster who has hitched his pet goat to a
billy cart and is busily collecting returnable bottles to supplement his
pocket money, which is never enough to buy all the things a child
desires.

The photo was taken in an inner city suburb of Brisbane in 1947, for
any car buffs who may not recognize the car, it is a Vauxhall about
1938 vintage, cars were very scarce in Australia in the years after
World War 2 and those that were available were mainly of British build.

I may do a separate post on our Motor industry at some time.

Back to the important issue of pocket money (read allowance) and it’s
supplementation, there were many ways of earning some cash
available to those willing to look around.

During this period all Australian cities had morning and evening
newspapers (before the television news explosion killed of all the
evening editions, and a few of the morning ones too) so the home
delivery and street corner selling of newspapers was a big employer.

As well as home delivery of newspapers there was also many other
products brought right to your door, until PROGRESS killed them
off, we had bread, milk, meat, groceries and ice, pre refrigeration,
the packaging or delivery of these all offering part time employment
to those kids who wanted to work and earn money.

There was even the introduction to small time crime in some of
these ventures, like climbing the back fence at the store and
releasing some refundable bottles for a second round of refunds,
I am ashamed (but not very ashamed) to admit that I have
indulged in this activity.

There were also family enterprises like the supply of fresh eggs and
fresh chickens delivered to your door, one such enterprise had the
whole family involved in the process of killing, plucking, cleaning and
stuffing of chickens.

Due to an unprecedented demand at Christmas time the supply ran
out, determined that this wouldn’t happen the next year so extra
birds were bred only to find that “market forces” beat them again
and demand declined, (or maybe frozen chickens hit the market?)
the family ate a lot of chicken that year.

Lost in the Supermarket.

Two blokes are pushing their shopping trolleys around a supermarket
when they collide.

The first bloke says to the second bloke, "Sorry about that. I'm looking
for my wife, and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going".

The second bloke says, "That's OK. It's a coincidence. I'm looking for my
wife, too. I can't find her and I'm getting a little desperate".

The first bloke says, "Well, maybe we can help each other. What does
your wife look like"?

The second bloke says, "Well, she is 27 yrs old, 5 feet 11 inches tall,
with blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs, long legs and is wearing tiny
little shorts and a crop top. What does your wife look like"?

The first bloke says, "Doesn't matter.. let's look for yours."

People feel fame gives them some kind

of privilege to walk up to you and say

anything to you

and it won't hurt your feelings

like it's happening to your clothing.

Bark Pictures.

These Pictures are made by gluing the fibers of the bark from a
Melaleuca tree into suitable patterns, pretty simple.. eh.

This one depicts a typical early Australian Homestead with a beautiful
Gum Tree in the foreground, it measures a mere 6 inches by 4 inches.

This one is of a very talented Australian Country Music Artist by the
name of Tania Kernaghan, the two portraits are 16 by 13 inches.

This is Tania from a CD insert, so that you can compare the likeness.

Some close up detail from the bark picture remember there are nothing
but natures tones here, except that black which is very often the
natural effect of fire.

This one is of the late great Slim Dusty an Aussie legend.

Another CD insert photo for comparison, BTW Slim is pictured in front
of the statue of another Aussie legend A B (Banjo) Paterson, a prolific
writer who's best known works include "The Man From Snowy River"
and "Waltzing Matilda".


Bark Pictures.

These pictures are done by a very talented Gympie lady whose name is
Judith Holt, (Judy and I are not related, although she does have a
brother whose name is Peter,) I will try to describe the process used to
make one of these pictures.

On a suitable backing board a coating of flaked and fiberous strands of
bark of the Melaleuca tree is laid out and glued in place, this art form
is very time consuming as each strand is glued into place separately
there may be 20 to 30 layers built up in places to give a third
dimensional appearance.

This bark is available in quite a large range of natures colours, from the
soft parchment which is the normal through pink, gray, green and black
from the effect of fires.

Judy uses no paints or colouring agents, careful selection and blending
of what nature provides and skillful but sparing use of an electric
soldering iron to singe some strands of bark, this is done after she has
assembled the picture and wants to incorporate some extra colour or
shadow effect usually.

As she builds up her pictures she manages to capture some amazing
detail, sometimes in facial expressions other times in the complex form
of a tree or building, again I stress, these are not coloured in later, the
natural bark colours and blackening for shadow effect is all.

I hope that may give you some idea of how these beautiful works are
created, they really are a joy to see up close and in the bark, so to
speak.

Now I'm not suggesting for a moment that you or I could just pick up
this art form but as with most things in the hands of an expert it really
does look quite simple... Ha... remember those tap washers!!!

Reminiscing

This is just a little "filler" post that has no theme to it.

I have just recently suggested to a few people that they catch up on what's happening in my life by reading my blog, this prompted me to wonder what they would find here of late should they care to heed my advice.

Well if anyone has gone for a browse through my September posts they have certainly found a side to holtieshouse that is'nt the norm, in no special order, we have two posts on the tragic loss of Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter, also the loss, during the same week, of Australian motor racing legend Peter Brock.

There was the usual "humourous" posts, that I hope at least some people find funny, a couple of "history lesson" posts on Lake Argyle, and the two posts on 9/11 that actually prompted this one.

I re-read those posts and some of the comments and found myself overcome with emotion yet again, after a bucket of tears as I read the wonderful tributes back then on 9/11 and the next few days.

I really wasn't ready for, or expecting, a new outpouring from a re-visit to these posts and I make mention of it now only to say, it doesn't matter how tough you might think you are, when something makes an impression deeply on your mind,
things are gonna get damp.

The Perfect Post (or maybe Pest?)

Are you ever blessed with those moments of inspiration when with
perfect clarity you see a brilliant blog post materialize before your
eyes.

A combination of things caused me to see this post bursting to life,
my post about my mate Warren, his reply in the comments section,
and comments by Raggedy and Jamie Dawn all combined to bring
about this post, brilliant or not!!!

The lead is Warren’s comment all in caps to denote that he is a
loud person, thanks Raggedy, and to give Warren the right of reply,
thanks Jamie.

********************************

ANONYMOUS SAID...

NAH, IT AIN'T TRUE WHAT PETER SAID ABOUT ME ON THE 6TH. IT'S
ALL BULLS**T AS I'M REALLY QUITE SHY AND WITHDRAWN, AND
IT'S ONLY WHEN PETER IS AROUND THAT HE BRINGS OUT THE
"DEVIL" IN ME.

JAMIE DAWN WONDERED IF THERE WERE ANY STORIES ABOUT
PETER, WAAL I CAN TELL YOU THERE'S HEAPS OF THEM ALTHO' MOST
ARE NOT WORTH REPEATING IN POLITE COMPANY, BUT HERE'S ONE
OF THEM:-

IN 2003 PETER AND I DECIDED TO DRIVE UP TO LAKE TINAROO
(JUST OUTSIDE OF ATHERTON) AS THERE WAS ALL YEAR ROUND
BARRA FISHING AT TINAROO.

WE WERE GOING TO STAY AT TINAROO FOR A WEEK. WE HAULED A
TINNIE BEHIND THE CAR (NOT THE DISCOVERY AS THIS WAS NOW
LONG GONE) AND ARRIVED TO BE GREETED BY OVERCAST RAINY
CONDITIONS.

1ST MORNING IT RAINED ALL DAY – NO FISHING.

2ND DAY OVERCAST AND SHOWERS SO WE DID THE TOURIST THING
AND DROVE AROUND LOOKING AT THE WET SIGHTS.

3RD DAY WAS OKAY SO OUT CAME THE TINNIE AND OFF WE WENT.
WE HAD BEEN TOLD THAT THE BEST SPOT FOR BARRA WAS AMONGST
THE DROWNED TIMBERLINE, SO WE POWERED THE TINNIE IN
AMONGST THE FALLEN TREES AND CAST OUT. HUM NOT A LOT OF
BITES ALTHOUGH A LOT OF FISH WERE SHOWING ON THE FISH
SOUNDER. AN HOUR OF NO BITES, SO WE UP ANCHORED AND WENT
TO ANOTHER POTENTIAL SPOT. HUM NO BITES. UP CAME THE
ANCHOR.
MUMBLE, MUMBLE.
WE HAD THE GEAR, LURES, BAIT AS RECOMMENDED BY THE BAIT
SHOP, SO WE DECIDED TO TROLL SOME LURES. NO LUCK. WE SAW
A LOT OF LAKE TINAROO, JUST NOT A LOT OF FISH!!
EUREKA FINALLY I HAD A STRIKE, AND WITH TREMBLING HANDS I
LANDED THE HUGE (NOT) BREAM. HEY IT WASN’T EVEN BIG ENOUGH
TO BE A KEEPER, ALTHO’ PETER DECIDED TO USE THE POOR (SOB)
LITTLE FELLA AS BAIT, NOT THAT THIS HELPED US AT ALL.
AFTER FIVE HOURS WE DECIDED TO GO BACK TO THE MOTEL AND
DROWN OUR SORROWS WITH A FEW ALES.

4TH DAY. GUESS WHAT IT WAS RAINING, ALTHO BY THE AFTERNOON
THE WEATHER HAD CLEARED ENOUGH FOR US TO GET BACK INTO
THE TINNIE. WE CAST, WE TROLLED, AND WE MUMBLED, WE LOOKED
AT THE FISH ON THE SOUNDER AND DECIDED THIS WAS A FAULTY
SOUNDER, GIVING US FALSE IMAGES AND FALSE HOPE. FOUR HOURS
LATER AND A FEW NIBBLES BUT NO HAULING IN, WE ADMITTED
DEFEAT AND SLUNK BACK TO THE MOTEL.
MUMBLE, MUMBLE.

5TH DAY THE RAIN ALTHO’ NOT VERY HEAVY WAS NOT ATTRACTIVE
TO GET INTO THE TINNIE SO OFF WE WENT FOR SOME MORE
TOURIST ATTRACTIONS. THE SHOWERS AND RAIN STAYED WITH US
ALL DAY.

6TH DAY MORE RAIN, SO WE DECIDED TO GO DOWN TO THE DAM
WALL TO TRY OUR LUCK WHERE PETER AND JULIE HAD PREVIOUSLY
CAUGHT SOME FISH. WE FISHED WHILE THE SHOWERS KEPT US
FROM BEING DRY AND AFTER A COUPLE OF HOURS WE DECIDED TO
TURN TO DUCK HUNTING, ELK HUNTING, CROCODILE HUNTING,
BUFFALO HUNTING, ANYTHING BUT FISH HUNTING AS WE DECIDED
WE’D PROPERLY HAVE MORE LUCK WITH THIS SORT OF SPORT.

7TH DAY AND MORE RAIN AND IT WAS TIME TO MOVE ONTO CAIRNS.
WE LATER HEARD THAT THE WEEK WE WERE THERE NOT MUCH WAS
BEING CAUGHT (DAH AS IF WE DIDN’T KNOW THAT), BUT HEY THE
NEXT WEEK THE BARRA WERE JUMPING INTO THE BOATS.
AH THE JOYS OF FISHING.

FOOTNOTE: ME AND A FRIEND WENT UP TO CAIRNS IN MARCH THIS
YEAR AND HIRED A CAR. IT WAS RAINING WHEN WE ARRIVED. THE
NEXT DAY IT WAS SHOWERING BUT WE DECIDED TO DRIVE DOWN TO
ATHERTON AND TO LAKE TINAROO. GUESS WHAT? IT WAS OVERCAST
AND RAINING.

TWO WEEKS LATER CYCLONE LARRY WIPED OUT A LOT OF INNISFAIL
AND DAMAGED SOME OF ATHERTON AND THE SURROUNDING AREAS.
NAH, I’M NOT REALLY A JINX, JUST (SOB) UNLUCKY.
MUST BE THE FOLKS I GO WITH.

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR, EVERYBODY IS OUT OF STEP EXCEPT ME.

*******************************

This led me to believe that I could use some other comments to
make this brilliant post a team effort, my thanks go out to the
contributors, I must state here and now though if this project isn’t
successful you are gonna get the blame, it would have worked if
your comments were funnier, if however it is the success I expect
it to be thank you all.

So I have chosen a few comments from posts over the last couple
of weeks, see if you can recall the posts they refer to.....
some bloggers will try anything to get you to reread their posts!!

Meow said...

Great jokes again, Peter. Goodness, where do you find them all ??

(Connie, as Mae West said ; “Goodness had nothing to
do with it.” )

LZ Blogger said...

Peter ~ That's NO CARTOON! I've seen cartoons. And they NEVER
looked like THAT!

Well it sure wasn’t just funny anyway Jerry.

DellaB said...

hmmm... well... I studied the cartoon for quite a long time but couldn't
see any tortises?

(Thus far you are right Della, but I’m still studying the pic!!!)

Raggedy said...

Thanks for sharing Warren with us. Hiya Warren!
It sounds like you both have a blast hanging together.
You should get him to blog. Do you think you get him to do a guest
post for you?
He could always type in all CAPS to express his loud...

You’re good idea inspired this post Raggedy, thanks.

kenju said...

It's very nice to have a good, old friend like Warren. I have a message
for him: get someone to trim your eyebrows!

Your tip was passed on Judy, Warren assures me the
trimming is done.

Jamie Dawn said...

I'm thinking the "weirdo" may have a few good tales to tell about YOU
too! I would assume that you are nutty as a fruitcake as well, in addition, also. :)

As with the comment to Raggedy, thanks Jamie, specially for
the nutty as a fruit cake bit!!!

Marcus said...

Great post Pop, funny that you didn't call him Greenie, the name by
which we (the kids) usually think of him.

Thought I was looking at Billy Connolly for a second and that as I
scrolled down was going to be confronted by a naked Greenie about to
go skinny dipping somewhere mad like the north pole.

Nah Greenie would go South for the skinny dip I’m sure.

The Heir said...

Greenie is a legend, no denying it.. but i have a photo of him kissing you
that says different about the brokeback comment.. the best bit was how
you both went looking for the other ones favorite treats and offered
them round to everybody in the house!!

One should be able to expect some respect from their
Grandsons Zac, now I’m gonna have to go to a lot of trouble
explaining, thanks!!

Jacqui said...

Hi Peter, really loved the Kiwi story, I LOL at that one.
Great story Warren, no you are not the jinx, it's just the company
you keep. cheers jacqui

I’m pretty sure Warrens cousin Ros is gonna be upset by
that comment Jacqui.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Do they poop when they pop? This could get very messy.

It’s all good dung beetle fodder Hoss.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Well, the Europeans are certainly not going to let any outlanders score,
you know.
Poor Brazil.

Very prophetic words Hoss, the World Cup did indeed end
up all European.

JunieRose2005 said...

Yep, obsessed! :)

I’m glad you put that little smiley in there June.

Miss Cellania said...

No need to apologize. Being obsessed with breasts puts you in a very
large pool. Like half the population.

Far more than half Miss C.

Dorothy said...

LOLOLOL, YOU ARE ONE INSANE PERSON, YOU KNOW THAT,
PETER????? ;o)

This comment hurt, it was from a reader I had never heard
from before, to be judged so harshly on one post was unfair!!!

Miss Cellania said...

I thought I had hit the wrong button coming here.. thanks for the compliments
(blush blush). The mustache was per my request to Frontier Editor.

I’m not gonna ask why you would want a pic with a mustache adorning that lovely face Miss C…. Like hell I’m not WHY???

Ms. Vickie said...

All I'm saying is there is something to that Aussie
male accent that makes this Southern Americian Lady's
heart go pitty patter.

G’day Mate howya goin’? chuck another shrimp on the
Barbie cobber.

Cliff Morrow said...

My bride and I were in the car tonight and I couldn't understand the
first letter of the word. Was it F or S? I said, " Are you saying S as in
Sex?" She replied, "No I'm saying S as in maybe Someday."

We all have our problems Cliff, but Marilyn is a fair
lady I’m sure.

Jamie Dawn said...

I am NOT hitonious!!! Hitonious is worse than hideous and
horrendous combined.

Peter said...

A most humble retraction is herby offered to Jamie Dawn, this arose
out of a mis-understanding of the word Hitonious, which I believed to
be defined be "Hillarious and Riotous" 'K Jamie?

Maria said...

Loyal Friend! Hey isn't that what they say about Collies like good
old Lassie?

Bowsie Wowsie Maria, I must practice them smiley things
so I stop offending people.

jules said...

Still a little scary, if you ask me.

Nah Jules, 320 pound women are friendly.

Jamie Dawn said...

I don't know what the words chooks, emus, and dunny mean, so I don't
know if I just wrote down some naughty things or not.

Jamie you would never say anything naughty, Chooks are
chickens, Emus are big birds like ostrich’s, and Dunny’s are
toilets/bathrooms/loo’s etc. they are often the outside
variety when referred to as dunny’s.

Hale McKay said...

Darn it, Peter! I've spent all this time trying to forget what/who Hootie
and theBlowfish were.

You’ll have to do a post so we all know Mike.

JunieRose2005 said...

Oh, MY!

But don't we all admire a wife who is always so willing to help out in
times of trouble? :)

Now getting those 62 votes was going far beyond her duty to help
out in needy times! :)

Yep 62 votes was a lot of wifely effort June.

StringMan said...

Your triplet joke only proves you need further therapy, Holtie!

Now there’s another hurtful comment String, just when I
felt I was getting’ on top of my problem!!!

Maria said...

In my mind I see Depravity Lane as a rather dark street with lots of
neon lights, music, and the smell of beer. The kind of place I like to go
once in awhile when the family isn't looking. So don't stop Dr.J cuz I
plan to meet him in Depravity Lane next full moon or wait! Is that the
wolfman that comes to life in the full moon? Doesn't matter I love all
the depraved characters. Bring em on!

Maria, I have always felt that you were a free spirit Babe.

Karen said...

What butt crack? All I saw was a ceiling fan ;-) LOL

It must be something in our genes (or jeans) Karen, that
dictates just what we see under certain circumstances!!!

Carolyn said...

That last joke was a riot! As for the frog- well, now I'll never be able to
kiss a frogever again!

That must be tough Carolyn, and for any other regular
frog kissers too.

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Oh, by the way re the Zac, (alias Skirt Boy) comment, I post evidence that this
was unsolicited attention from Warren (alias Weirdo), and these pictures while
substantiating the fact also record the reaction.

This collage that Marcus has already posted at holtpress is the
only photographic evidence of the INCEDENT.

There is however much photographic evidence of the reaction.

This is Zac (Skirt Boy) the culprit in the "lets dob in a grandpa" case