Little Man

We had a little man, who lived in our kitchen. We called him Little Man, but he may have been a Little Woman (very difficult to sex). He would watch us washing the dishes or stand in the bathroom looking up at us adoringly. I guess he thought the mountains moved and made noises like the adults in Charlie Brown (woomph, woomph, woomph).

One day (or early morning, actually) one of us (we each blame the other) got up to pee at 3am and, yes, you guessed it, Little Man was no more.

Perhaps he thought the gods were angry, or that the sky was falling, but either way, it would have been very quick (and heavy). We had a small service in the back yard and buried him in a matchbox (nah, I'm making that bit up).

RIP Little Man 19/06/12 - 21/06/12.

The past is fading fast

Another faded memory from my childhood. Dad bought us a go-kart from a local farmer, but it had an old motorbike engine in it and nearly became airborne when we test drove it, So dad found a tamer lawnmower engine and we spent our spare time (of which we had lots) racing round and round the wheat bins at the bottom of town.

This pic reminded me of how quickly photos fade (it was taken on one of those instamatics, where the picture slides out before your very eyes). If you have a box of old photos stored away somewhere, I would recommend you scan them all now, because they will fade away to nothing in no time (just like my youth).

Rock back the clock

On Rockwiz, they always ask the guests what was the first album they ever bought. Well, here's mine. Blackfeather's 'Boppin the Blues'.

I played the vinyl off it on my portable plastic record player and even made a cardboard top hat to wear.

The hole in my jeans was a designer look, in case you were wondering.

Let it snow

Took these shots when we were living in Ohio over winter.

It snowed for 40 days and 40 nights (well, it seemed like it)

Until everything was a**s deep and we couldn't even open our door.

Ya gotta have a dream

We visited Yanchep when we were in Western Australia and were treated to an exhibition of Aboriginal dreaming and dance.

Robert (that was his name) demonstrated how the kangaroo came to hop ...

How the emu came to run ...

And how the galah got his big yellow comb ...

Then, when the show was over, Robert got into his BMW and drove home. Ain't culture grand?

Chicken man

Came across these pics of our pilgrimage to the home of KFC.

The Colonel started broiling and frying chicken (brying?) in a humble kitchen in Corbin Kentucky in the early 1900's.

The actual kitchen was in a gas station on the other side of the highway, but I think they decided this was a better location for his shrine.

I wonder if he ever imagined that his chicken would one day be part of a fast food conglomerate that would eventually be sued for millions for paralysing someone with a zinger?

The eyes have it

Took this pic when we visited one of my wife's friends in the States a couple of years back. She keeps a lot of cats, which have their own room and everything. They were all lined up watching us when we arrived. Wasn't hard to spot the one with the wonky eye.