Feb 2009
Redgum ~ I've been to Bali too
25/02/09 11:38 Filed in: SotTF
Ok.. so I have no idea why I’m putting this up but
it’s been playing through my head for the past couple
of hours. I must have heard it on the radio.
Redgum ~ I’ve been to bali too!
Redgum ~ I’ve been to bali too!
Final Impact ~ John Birmingham
24/02/09 20:24 Filed in: BotTF
Summary: Final Impact is the third and, thus far, final installment in the Axis of Time trilogy.
The race is on to create the first atomic bomb. Contemporary history showed it was the Allies who won that race. This time the stage is different and all sides are working feverishly to be the first and create a new history.
The Germans and Japanese are both in retreat in their respective theatres of war. The Nazi’s are close but Russia is about to steal the lime-light and forever change the tide of World War 2.
This is an excellent alternate history and I hope there is a 2.4. The author has left it hanging high enough to fit another two volumes in this “trilogy”. I only hope he does.
Blondie ~ Maria
17/02/09 15:36 Filed in: SotTF
Blue ~ Eiffel 65
05/02/09 19:14 Filed in: SotTF
Released back in 1999, I rather liked this song from
Eiffel 65 at the time. It
might have had something to do with the computer
animated little blue men but I can’t recall now.
Blue.
Blue.
Happy Birthday Tom Duckworth
03/02/09 19:32 Filed in: General
Happy Birthday Tom!
I remember your 10th... I have a long memory.
Do I speak with an accent?
03/02/09 19:06 Filed in: General
I had a bizarre encounter today. I went to see the
travel agent to start the preliminary work for my
next trip, this time the destination is Botswana.
The young lady travel agent I usually speak to (I can’t believe I have a usual travel agent) wasn’t available but by the name tag, the lady I did speak to, is her mother. Nice lady.
We started the conversation with the usual exchange of pleasantries and then she asked how she could help. All rather normal so far. After giving her a rundown on what I was after she asked “Where was Gaborone?”.
This is usual for me, I’ve visited some strange places so I’m used to travel agents not knowing where they’re sending me, and me having to explain how I wish to get where I’m going. I get a small thrill (very small) knowing I’m going somewhere off the beaten path. Taking the road less travelled is the way I try to live my life...but I digress.
After explaining that Gaborone (the G is pronounced as an H) is the capital of Botswana and that I’ll need a South African Air flight from Johannesburg after arriving via Singapore she said “Do you come from there?”.
This threw me for a moment but I gathered my wits, where they had fallen to the floor like a scattered deck of cards, and asked her what she meant? She had assumed I had come from somewhere on the African continent because of the twang in my voice. Now that stunned me to silence for about fifteen-seconds (the floor bestrewn with cards again) and I sat there blinking like a mouse in flour bag, which embarrassed her a little I think.
Now, I’m the first to admit that I pick up an accent extremely easily - embarrassingly so at times - but outside of any foreign influence, I didn’t think I had any accent other than an Australian one.
So I throw this open to the people I speak to everyday, or at least regularly... Do I speak with an accent of any kind?
It seems a perfect stranger thinks I do. How odd.
The young lady travel agent I usually speak to (I can’t believe I have a usual travel agent) wasn’t available but by the name tag, the lady I did speak to, is her mother. Nice lady.
We started the conversation with the usual exchange of pleasantries and then she asked how she could help. All rather normal so far. After giving her a rundown on what I was after she asked “Where was Gaborone?”.
This is usual for me, I’ve visited some strange places so I’m used to travel agents not knowing where they’re sending me, and me having to explain how I wish to get where I’m going. I get a small thrill (very small) knowing I’m going somewhere off the beaten path. Taking the road less travelled is the way I try to live my life...but I digress.
After explaining that Gaborone (the G is pronounced as an H) is the capital of Botswana and that I’ll need a South African Air flight from Johannesburg after arriving via Singapore she said “Do you come from there?”.
This threw me for a moment but I gathered my wits, where they had fallen to the floor like a scattered deck of cards, and asked her what she meant? She had assumed I had come from somewhere on the African continent because of the twang in my voice. Now that stunned me to silence for about fifteen-seconds (the floor bestrewn with cards again) and I sat there blinking like a mouse in flour bag, which embarrassed her a little I think.
Now, I’m the first to admit that I pick up an accent extremely easily - embarrassingly so at times - but outside of any foreign influence, I didn’t think I had any accent other than an Australian one.
So I throw this open to the people I speak to everyday, or at least regularly... Do I speak with an accent of any kind?
It seems a perfect stranger thinks I do. How odd.
Je suis maintenant un oncle!
01/02/09 19:40 Filed in: General
Marcus Alexander Johnston was born at around 3:30
this morning, February 1 2009.
8 and a bit pounds with all the usual bits you’d expect.
Happy Birthday little gladiator, from your uncle Farmer Ben.
8 and a bit pounds with all the usual bits you’d expect.
Happy Birthday little gladiator, from your uncle Farmer Ben.