Archive for May, 2015

Lunch with Brian.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

This is a nice surprise, a friend just sent this photo of me with Brian Wilson. I’ve never seen it before, but I remember what was going on.

This was just as Brian was leaving a lunch he shared with a group of his Sydney fans. During the afternoon we each got some time with Brian, when i sat next to him, I shook his hand.

Brian said ‘You’re cold!’, I said ‘I know!’, he lean’t in and gave me some advice, ‘The hand dryers in the bathroom will warm you up’. I later took him up on his sage advice, and here I am reassuring Brian, that my hands were now indeed nice, and toasty warm.

Leg tree.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Bat gas.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Crazy eyes.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Mata Hari and Lancelot Link.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Riddle me this.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Wacky races.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Pash.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Google searches.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Why so blue.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

“Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable…” – C.S Lewis

Not quite Hollywood.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

You spin me round like a record, round, round.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2015

Flinders lane.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Snap.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Lee Lin Chin.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Sue-Ellen.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah, Fashion.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Norman Yemm.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

I was sad to hear of Norman Yemm’s passing. Norman was an early TV hero of mine, he played ‘Harry Collins’ on Number 96. He was always causing his poor wife Vera all sorts of trouble and harm. Norman also had a club act that he would tour around the provincials.

The night Norman brought his act to Corrimal Leagues club, my dad, as ever, was holding court. When Norman finished his act he passed dads table, dad reared up, yelled ‘What did you do to Vera Collins you Bastard!!!!!!’, then invited Norman to sit at the table with he and Mama and the rest of dads followers, where they proceeded to drink and become besties.

I awoke the next morning to the odor of a beer soaked Corrimal Leagues club coaster on my bedside table, it was inscribed,
‘To Greg, all the very best, Norman Yemm (Harry Collins)’, my very first celebrity autograph

Winter scene in Newtown.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

View master.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Pizza wheel of fortune.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Take your chance, spin HERE.

So is meat.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Six million dollar man.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Paper mouse.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Target.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Pink helmet.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Been there, done that, #1.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Murder most foul.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Secret.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Broad city.

Saturday, May 16th, 2015

Cousin Itt.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Dr Sir Lesley Colin Patterson, embracing the bouquet of a piece of Tasmanian brie he had just discovered in his back pocket.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Fiftieth.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Dignity clause.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

The Munsters.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Quicksilver couch.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

That joke isn’t funny anymore.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

Is there any greater pain to endure in life, than sitting in a room with people, when one of them tries to tell a joke, and the person has no delivery style?.

Everyone starts to squirm (in my case, doubling over in agony), you can hear in their voice they know they are failing, they lose their train of tenuous though, and then deliver a punchline that makes no sense.

“Oh, I stuffed that up”.

People are at first silent, and then offer lame comfort, ‘I sorta understood it’.

But nay, not I, I will glower at you for the rest of the time I’m in your company.

Unless you can really tell a joke, DON’T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

I couldn’t tell one to save my life, but I have a mechanism in my brain that tilts, and stops me from ever trying.

As soon as this guy started to tell the joke an instant pall fell upon the room, everyone knew this was going to be agony. If I were more of a compassionate man, I would have risen and said ‘STOP!!, you don’t want to do this, WE don’t want you to do this, don’t make me silence you’, but I didn’t, and I’m sorry.

Unless your name is Gilbert Gottfried, shut up, zip it!, shoosh!, don’t do it, don’t consider it, a whole lot of hush.

Capt America.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

Mocha Mo.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

Summer ferry.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015