OK OK, I know that’s an atrocious pun. But that’s an absolutely gorgeous art shot of dear Johnny, and I needed some cheering up after this week in politics.
arts & entertainment
music, stage, writing, comedy, cinema, telly, arts, sport, crafts, photography – all this and more!
That was noice
The weather was so warm and spring-has-sprung-y that I spent it outdoors instead of in, s0 blogging has been light. I was also excited by anticipating my belated-birthday night out watching Hugh Jackman shake his moneymaker in The Boy from Oz, which was a fine fine sight.
A fine spectacular sight. The opening number was totally over the top, and Jackman’s stratospherically high energy set the pace for the
Peeve of the week
I tried to ignore it, I really did. Does it really matter? said I. The people who don’t already know won’t care, and surely the rest of us Auntie-loving lefties will forgive them the odd howler.
In the end, I couldn’t let it go. So, I sent my letter to ABC complaints:
Please please please can the ABC promotion for the upcoming new season of the Midsomer Murders series stop calling Midsomer a village when it’s obviously a county!?!
Frogging ahoy!
Some sinew, some stoush (in a noble cause, natch) and some dusty camaraderie will keep me happily entertained, especially when frogging is involved,
Last week’s footy
A nailbiting rugby union club final finish between Randwick and Sydney Uni.
We were sitting in the section of the stands that included what I will call the Loony Uni supporters (if that’s not what they’re named they should be).
The footy image stream is at my Flickr page: first picture here-[link]
Weekend Flashback: first Swords and Sandals edition
I feel like I jinxed this last week with my bragging of weather warm enough to wear sandals in the first week of spring. Tonight it is blowing a gale and downpouring buckets of rain. My palm tree shed its dry fronds all over the street two days ago – I guess it’s one way to meet a new neighbour as he helps get them off the roadway.
Anyway, to inaugurate the sandals season, it has to be the one by which all others are measured: are they bigger than this?
What a week: Irwin, Thiele and now Brock.
I just heard on the radio that Peter Brock has been killed in a racing crash.
All the boys I went to a country town high school with drove V8s, and all of them looked up to Brockie. He stood above the perennial Ford-Holden wars in terms of his racing hero status, partly because of his cool, calm demeanour – Brock was the Bjorn Borg of Australian motor racing
Sexualised sports uniforms turning girls off sport
That is a key finding of a bipartisan Senate inquiry into female participation in sport and recreation.
TIGHT lycra bike pants and full body-suits could be a cause of teenage girls dropping out of sports.
A Federal Government report has recommended clubs give teenage girls the option of wearing looser-fitting comfortable clothes, to avoid them becoming body-conscious and abandoning organised sport.
tigtogmob at the Opera House
‘cos the tigling was having her debut performance there – as a member of the Sydney Region Combined Schools Chorus.
It was a fabulous showcase of public music education and the talented youngsters in our schools. Of special note were a 10 year old classical pianist and a 15 year old jazz trumpeter, both of whom probably have glittering careers awaiting them.
She was so excited and
Weekend flashback: chainmail chicks and boots galore
This movie didn’t do very well. Partly because this movie poster promised a lot more Conan/Arnie than was there (so the word of mouth was ‘what a ripoff’) and partly because they didn’t give Brigitte Nielsen exactly the costume the fans were expecting, which was more along the lines of this eminently practical warrior garb – the chainmail bikini:
Hoyden About Town 