Bathurst 2015 – Day 1 – Thursday 8 October

•October 8, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I haven’t done one of these for ages, write about the day at the Mountain, or indeed, all four days. Continue reading ‘Bathurst 2015 – Day 1 – Thursday 8 October’

Pick Up Your Fucking Act!

•August 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment

This morning I was between lessons and felt the need for a half-way decent coffee, so dropped into  McDonald’s Mount Gravatt​ . I ordered a Large Flat White with a dash of Vanilla. The time was 09:33am. My ‘number’ was 184. See a photo of the register docket below. I walked out at 09:55am after realising that people served AFTER me were getting their coffees and bickies BEFORE me. I had a lesson to get to at 10:00am and was going to be late due to the extremely poor service. I noted one young lady – I have no idea whether she was a trainee or not – seemingly involved doing something with the pastries in the cool cabinet. Turns out she was filling an order for four boxes of macaroons. Those boxes hold six macaroons, she was filling the boxes two biscuits at a time at it took her the entire time I stood and waited to do that. There appeared to be ONE young woman playing Barista, and from my experience, very poorly. She never once wiped off the steam spout on the espresso machine after steaming milk. There were at least three other people buzzing around behind the counter, I have no idea what they were doing but certainly not serving in the McCafe. My order was taken, after waiting a good 5-7 minutes, by a fellow in a black-white striped business shirt wearing a badge which said ‘Manager’. In my estimation he’s not a manager’s backside, especially if he can’t take an order with a computer controlled monitoring system and ensure it is satisfied in a reasonable time, I certainly don’t call 22 minutes – and who knows how much longer after I walked out – reasonable for a simply cup of coffee.

Fuck Youse All

Fuck Youse All

A Flash of Gash – Who Is To Blame?

•January 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I found myself in a 140 character discussion this morning – I refuse to grace such things with the descriptor of ‘debate’ because you simply can NOT debate in 140 characters – on the issue of women apparently being ‘forced’ to sell their good looks as a marketing tool to modelling success or some form of professional recognition. Gotta love Twitter, it brings out all of these because I say so arguments and I for one on issues like this simply can’t refuse the bait.

Let’s look at the matter in some form of context, something which those who want to proffer such issues never allow to happen. Page three girls in Britain’s THE SUN Newspaper. Word has it The Sun had decided to drop the (in)famous page three tittie fest because of feminist lobby pressure. That is clearly not the case. But it does appear that certain related rags have, over time, bowed to lobbiest pressure and dropped the exposure of female mammary glands because it apparently offends some folk. We’re never told how many folk such exposure apparently offends, or why it offends, just that it’s become an issue for the paper. I find myself asking why is exposure of female tit flesh an issue when it seems to be the very same feminist lobby groups who decry the equally vehement opposition from even more closeted anti-breast-feeding lobbies whenever a mum decides to flop out a boobie to feed her loinfruit.

Yes, I am being deliberately crude in my descriptions of the relevant activities, and why, you may ask? The answer is quite simply, because I can. That very same rationale undoubtedly applies to the very same ladies who, of their own volition and with no coercion other than the dollar sign attached to the contract through which they agree, as an adult individual, to get their norks out for the cameras, do so. Therein lies the crux of what, for me, is some enormous angst. Who is it that forces women to apparently degrade themselves in order to be recognised for who & what they are? Is it you, dear reader? Is it me? Is it the bloke down the road, the mob up the street, the supposedly leering agent they use to secure them the best deal for exposure of their areola or worse – GASP – their labia? Not in the least. The only person to blame if indeed blame is the rightful context to take such a decisions in, is the woman herself. Surely, a woman’s body is hers and hers alone to decide to do with whatever it is she decides to do? If a woman decides to lie down on a chaise lounge, open her legs & show the world just where she derives her most physical and carnal pleasures from, surely that decision is hers to make? Is that degrading of the specific individual if that individual makes a conscious decision to do whatever it is the camera operator says is a good shot? Only in the mind of that individual can exist the apparent shame, coercion, even, dare I use the word, feelings of prostitution in the performance of the action required. If those feelings exist, can the society due to be exposed to such material be at fault for it’s consumption of the material? I think not. Said material is offered gratis, or at some nominal cost which the society in question is undoubtedly prepared to pay. Is payment for that consumption to be directly related to any feelings of remorse on the part of the individual woman who chooses to display that which she later regrets? Certainly not, in my view. Are we not all individually responsible adults?

As a male, I can quite honestly state that I regard the feminine form as art. There was a time, during the renaissance, when the male form was regarded similarly. Evidence Michelangelo’s David, or the innumerable Greek statues of athletic male form. Was there an outcry back then about seeming prostitution of any given individual as the relevant model, for surely a model there must have been. I seriously doubt it. I ask, quite openly, why it is in this current age of sexual freedom in the western world, acceptance of nudity in theatre, film and the arts, in a world where a man can actually make money by painting caricatures with his penis that there still exists a minority lobby dedicated to the protection of something which, to me at least, appears utterly indefinable and solely the premise of the individual woman to decide upon. If a woman, ANY woman, decides as a responsible adult to use her body as a means of deriving a viable income, be it through the exposure of the exterior, or the use of the internal biological functionalities of her own body, who are we, be we male or female, to deny her the freedom of choice to so do?

I’m On My Way

•January 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Actually, I started the route from misery to happiness way before today, but the words of The Proclaimer’s track just popped into my head.  Continue reading ‘I’m On My Way’

Closer and Closer

•January 20, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I went out today with another EasyAs trainer, a gentleman by the name of Peter Tarvit. Continue reading ‘Closer and Closer’

Back From Beyond

•January 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Well….it’s not really beyond, it’s just Imbil in the Mary River Valley, but for the past three years, it’s been an escape from all and sundry. Continue reading ‘Back From Beyond’

How Lucky Are We?

•December 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment The last couple of days have seen a few obscure vids being posted on G+ from early in the US space program, which I’d never seen before. Continue reading ‘How Lucky Are We?’


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