Magic, munchies and mayhem

Today was a simply gorgeous chilly crisp and crunchy day. In spite of a 1am bedtime all the omens indicated the best of all possible days. The weather and the delicate light at this time of year confer a special kind of magic and nostalgia for the pale faint light of Europe. This time of year is the nearest we get to it. In summer there is a bleached out effect as the brightness of the light is so overpowering

Winter time is porridge time. No Uncle Toby 30 second powdered oats for this ever so discerning serpent. The six dollar bag of biodynamic kosher deliciousness from Kojonup is down to its last quarter. The usual ritual is to soak the oats in water overnight and then add milk in the morning. Very tasty and delicious and dirt cheap.

Sat outside facing west lapping up the sunshine with the Izzie in one chair and the bowl of porridge in another watching the birds and listening to a fascinating story about Woodside and its collusion with our Emperor Colin Barnett to trash yet more pristine beaches and land.

This speaker Geoffrey Cousins used to work for the Lying Rodent so was especially impressed by his admiration of Bob Browne and his excellent demolition of every single argument in favour of the James Price Point gas hub. Especially disgusting was the bullying tactics of our emperor towards the original Aboriginal owners of the land in the area. Sign up and we will give you 33 pieces of silver. If you refuse we will take the land anyway and you won’t get a single cent.

Colin Barnett is a disgusting goblin with no concept whatsoever of the sacred or sublime and an extremely inflated sense of his own importance. He is not only happy to trash Aboriginal sacred sites but has no regard for those of the white people either such as Hale House and the Esplanade which he wants to turn into a mosquito infested swamp. Betty’s bog not Elizabeth Quay will be the most accurate description of this abomination. But worst of all is the murder of many old Moreton Bay Fig trees

If only the Dementors had never preyed on the previous Premier ‘Good News’ Geoff Gallop and replaced him with an utterly arrogant smarmy git, then Labour would have won the 2008 election and spared us the Monsanto invasion and the trashing of so many sacred sites.
But back to the present moment. It was a gorgeous day and Izzie was one contented serpent in spite of the premonition that the old toad would be once desecrating our owleries with more of her filthy stinking howlers this day or the next. With a bit of luck the bosses from state HQ would be keeping her otherwise occupied in preparation for the big bad government box tickers.

( back on the road )

Magic, munchies and mayhem

Today was a simply gorgeous chilly crisp and crunchy day. In spite of a 1am bedtime all the omens indicated the best of all possible days. The weather and the delicate light at this time of year confer a special kind of magic and nostalgia for the pale faint light of Europe. This time of year is the nearest we get to it. In summer there is a bleached out effect as the brightness of the light is so overpowering

Winter time is porridge time. No Uncle Toby 30 second powdered oats for this ever so discerning serpent. The six dollar bag of biodynamic kosher deliciousness from Kojonup is down to its last quarter. The usual ritual is to soak the oats in water overnight and then add milk in the morning. Very tasty and delicious and dirt cheap.

Sat outside facing west lapping up the sunshine with the Izzie in one chair and the bowl of porridge in another watching the birds and listening to a fascinating story about Woodside and its collusion with our Emperor Colin Barnett to trash yet more pristine beaches and land.

This speaker Geoffrey Cousins used to work for the Lying Rodent so was especially impressed by his admiration of Bob Browne and his excellent demolition of every single argument in favour of the James Price Point gas hub. Especially disgusting was the bullying tactics of our emperor towards the original Aboriginal owners of the land in the area. Sign up and we will give you 33 pieces of silver. If you refuse we will take the land anyway and you won’t get a single cent.

Colin Barnett is a disgusting goblin with no concept whatsoever of the sacred or sublime and an extremely inflated sense of his own importance. He is not only happy to trash Aboriginal sacred sites but has no regard for those of the white people either such as Hale House and the Esplanade which he wants to turn into a mosquito infested swamp. Betty’s bog not Elizabeth Quay will be the most accurate description of this abomination. But worst of all is the murder of many old Moreton Bay Fig trees

If only the Dementors had never preyed on the previous Premier ‘Good News’ Geoff Gallop and replaced him with an utterly arrogant smarmy git, then Labour would have won the 2008 election and spared us the Monsanto invasion and the trashing of so many sacred sites.
But back to the present moment. It was a gorgeous day and Izzie was one contented serpent in spite of the premonition that the old toad would be once desecrating our owleries with more of her filthy stinking howlers this day or the next. With a bit of luck the bosses from state HQ would be keeping her otherwise occupied in preparation for the big bad government box tickers.

( back on the road )