KAI, HE'S HERE.

Some where from the esters, just like I said it will, a little thing comes cryin, suckin, it wants to have it's turn.
God, special force, let it have some strength before this earth we burn.

THE DUNNY AND THE CHOKO VINE

AUSTRALIA DAY, THE DUNNEY AND THE CHOKO VINE.
A LITTLE LATE for AUSTRALIA DAY, BLAME THE CRICKET, THE NEW GRAND SON, THE FLOODS, OLDTIMERS SYNDROME OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT MOVES.

This piece of Australiana has been flogged to death, (SEE A PREVIOUS POST), so handle it folks.

112 Palmer Street, WOOLLOOMOOLOO, AINT THERE NOW. About 1945 / 59, we lived on and off, it was Grand Ma’s house, a Tenement actually. And you guessed it, it had the ‘classic little room’ right down the back yard, complete with the daily newspaper, end of story. It was resplendently covered with a shroud of CHOKO VINE, laden with fruit, the clean skin variety. I have often cogitated why they grow so profuse in the vicinity of the DUNNEY, PERHAPS IT IS THE ESTERS OF OZONE, MIXED WITH OTHER GROWTH ODORS.
CHOKOS’ are described as being a vine vegetable, I will dispute this assumption, I WILL SUGGEST THAT this plant is AC / DC, it can be ambidextrous, alternative, it can be a fruit or a vegetable, I describe it as a VEGAPPLE. AND, I will prove my theory by handing down Grannies’ secret recipes’, you mustn’t tell a soul now, OK.

THE VEGETABLE ASSUMPTION;
WOOLLOOMOOLOO CHOKO KILPATRICK “MORNAY”, Grand Ma Isabella Lovegrove, nee Menzies.
You will need several smaller chokos’, sliced into halves seed removed. Bacon, BEGA CHEESE, (Matured), ‘Woster Sauce, garlic, red CHILLI, (mild) and pepper and salt make up the other ingredients. For Italian people; substitute the bacon with thicker slices of PANCETTA / PROSUITTO, use mozzarella cheese, sliced or grated.
Large pot, parboil the halved “vegetables” till tender, not too soft, drain. Bacon sliced into portions so as to cover the choko, cheese grated, garlic and chili finely sliced.
At this stage you put another Penny in the coal gas meter, (I got plenty if you need some). Fry the bacon until not quit crisp, place on absorbent paper, place the halved chokos in a baking tray, maybe a cup cake baking tray. A tea spoon of ‘Woster in the cavity, and some garlic and chili, pepper and salt. Bacon to cover the chokos, grated cheese, BEGA please, place in slow oven and bake until cheese is just runny.
Remove and serve with a lamb chop, hogget of course, sprinkle with more ‘Woster, YUM BLOODY YUM, to me ethnic mates, multi beano.

THE FRUIT THEORY;
GRAND MA’S PEARS IN SYRUP, A LA WOOLLOOMOOLOO.
The chokos are peeled and the seed removed, parboil until they are just tender, remove and drain and place in the frig. We make a syrup with sugar and water to a runny texture, use warm water. Add some treacle. (Grand Ma’s secret).
Grand Ma would have made a plum pudding, she would pour the syrup over the chilled “CHOKO FRUIT’ and return to the ice box until cold. Some pudd, some now called PEARS AND SYRUP, some vanilla custard and BLOODY YUM YUM again.
THE DUNNY AND THE CHOKO REIGN, THEY LIVE ON.
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THE BLOKE FROM MULLUMBIMBY

A LITTLE NEPOTIC YARN FROM THE "BIGGEST LITTLE TOWN IN AUSTRALIA', LIKE BUSH POETRY?, TRY GOOGLE SEARCH, RAY ESSERY, THE MULLUMBIMBY BLOKE.

THE BLOKE FROM MULLUMBIMBY, GOLF CLUB THAT IS.

You won’t know this fella, till I get on with me prose.
But I’ll tell ya this my friends, I think he’s one of those.

Now before you howl me down and question my social status.
My job here blokes is to tell a story, not just how johnfarls rates us.

They stuck him in the navy, he used to box for sport.
Adds were placed upon his soles you would see these adds quite often, with the gloves my friends he wasn’t good, he should have stuck to golfin.

Milkin cows he tried, roamin from wide and far, his hands will bear the evidence, 5 thirty shows the scar.
He has a friend, and, boy is she a cutie, beats me folks how a bloke like him ends with such a beauty.

So that’s a little yarn about this bloke, and not much have you gleans. His place in life aren’t nothing much, that’s as a bloke I means.

But let me tell just how much he makes the AUSSIE bloke, yeah golf’s the go, he didn’t have a clue, played off 87, his goals were for the dough.

Well Bruce and me were average, Ross was good at golf, THE BLOKE had a problem though, his putting, well, was off.

His wallet bulged with ego and one day he laid the claim, you and Bruce and Ross and me will play the noble game.

Let me dwell upon the rules, sheep stations were the scene. A beer a beer a beer and two bob, you lose, Ok vent your spleen.

The game was in the best of jest, we practiced the art of discourse. But if you lose old friend, two bob thanks and that has got no recourse.

The BLOKE my friends would not lay down his courage was divine, we lived of his wagers, all night we wined and dined.

Somehow Bruce and me felt time was grown’ thin’, lets have a triathlon we suggested, best of three to win.

Really not the Olympics but a contest just the same, the aim was winnen’, two out three the aim.

Darts, Euchre, Golf were the games we competed, glory for the victor let the loser please stay seated.

One last thing about our bloke, it concerns that Euchre game, with one spade he goes alone his partner Ross is shamed.

The BLOKE was hopeless in all these sports but never would he yield, then my friends the town soon found out he had a special field.

One day we all run last you see, and thinking with a smile, the BLOKE writes some prose, recites some stuff and leaves us for a mile.

You see my friends, please forgive my comments oh so rude, RAY you beaut, we re-vere you in gratitude.

We enjoy your yarns, we’re infected, you’re the peoples choice, an Aussie yarn has impetus simply by your voice.

Mullumbimby bred a BLOKE, BUT Bruce Ross ME we bred HIM too, THE MULLUMBIMBY BLOKE is out there folks he belongs to me and you.

Copyright John Farley 2008, but Ray old friend it’s yours.

PROPINQUITY, WHAT?

BLOGSPOT, FORGIVE THE SIMPLE MAN FROM AUSTRALIA.

Gave my name TO a very obsure word; PROPINQUITY.

I also subscribe to the OZZIE version of BLOGSPOT, I feel the pain in my palms as I speak. It all came from the pen of JOHN MACGREGOR, a bit of SCI-FI, a bit of a fairy tale, a bit of me and you........

At some stage in your life you will have a mystic experience, no not god, it comes from the owners of the land we live on. Some people will relate to this comment.

The word is glorious; NEARNESS IN TIME AND SPACE, NEARNESS OF RELATIONSHIP, KINSHIP. LIKENESS OR AFFINITY OF NATURE.

SORRY YOU BLOKES FROM INDIA, YOU HAVE JUST DRAGGED ME FROM THE ADELAIDE CRICKET, BUT YOU WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

You will find more @....................................

INDIA V AUSTRALIA

IT'S YOUR NATIONAL DAY INDIA, IT'S AUSTRALIA DAY TOO, so let the game commence.

OK AND G'DAY, just listened to the stirring anthems, CHANNEL NBN 9. GUESS WHAT? Dont call me the Crickets' on.

SWAMINATHAN and ANKITSHUKLA and all you other folk from INDIA, DONT offer advice, we will talk when the game in ADELAIDE is over. We love ya, right now we are adverseries, may the best team win.

Been invited to drinks and an AUSSIE BBQ this 'arvo, you swarthy curry eaters blokes and sheilas are invited, meet me at BRUNSWICK HEADS NSW, WE'LL TALK THE TALK, AVAGOODAY, regards John F.

AVALON BEACH SURF CLUB.

MUST HAVE MISSED THIS ONE.

THE NEWPORT ARMS. SYDNEY OSSIE.


My repartee can not be completed without reference to this meeting place. Many social occasions will be held here, it was the place to meet after Carnivals. Many tales of bold achievements’ will be related at the side bar, the public bar, the garden bar and where ever you could collar somebody.

The hotel has a long and equitable history, you social historians can research this, my story will
be centered on it just being there.

My first recollections are scenery oriented, like garden stuff. The building was mainly timber and impressive, the expansive beer garden was a place where couples could have a tete de tete, (ozzie French). The Garden Bar was enshrouded by a wonderful grape vine emanating from A trunk of a substantial proportions. Many flowers and small scrubs were the frontdrop to a view of the upper reaches of Pittwater, and across to your left was---- and straight ahead was Bayview and Scotland Island. In the early days ‘Rum Runners’ plied this area, another story.

Many girls would frequent ‘The Arms’, that’s good and many boys, that’s bad. They were the opposition. They were also the Scenery and some were a sight to behold. Many many stories have come from the famous place, I imagine we did have an input into its history, AVALON SURF CLUB members that is.

But there were two famous people who made a mark on the NEWPORT ARMS. One man cooked and packed peanuts, he would purveyors, more French, his wares in a large ‘Grannies Basket’ calling out, famously, “BACK A TAIL”. HIS NAME WAS RICHARD, WE KNEW HIM AS ‘DICK THE PEANUT MAN’.

You want to sample his wares toss a coin, remember he backs a tail!, comes down a tail you pay double, comes down a head you get a free packet of nuts. God and Dick know the mathematical results. They were the best those nuts, more importantly was the friendly banter emanating from this friendly man. Some smarty’s would have a go at Dick and suggest he was a wrought, enter the other famous person.

Tim was a big bloke with a colorful history, he would not tolerate fools, dickheads or trouble makers. He had ‘Radar hearing’ for the sound of a glass breaking and would appear in an instant if an indiscretion occurred. Wait, who is this masked man.10/27/2007 1:50:25 PM, sorry time travelers, just preparing some ‘Rogan Josh’ and Farley’s fried rice. It’s a while before tea wanna join me? We will talk about Tim. More yarns to come.

VONT SOME PEETURES

G'DAY FOLKS, BIT OF SELF PROMOTION, is free stuff self promotion?

Heaps of crappy snaps on (http://www.johnfarls.com), you''ll find them. The crappy dog is being updated, well, now and again. You may see where I'am coming from if the yarns appeal.

Somewhere I mention my agenda is to share and compare, this is the primary reason I started BLOGGIN'. I see all you wonderfull guys and girls with comments that this young 'old' fart is trying to take in, no matter. You words are my words, only in a different speak.

Bettcha' don't know about the AVALON STOMP, herd about the GUSUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER? Know what a 286 is (was), have you ever heard of a 250 mb hard drive? Got yer there, A. HAVAGOOGDAY, regards johnfarls.

BLOODY TORPEDOS & me dog PANCHO

PANCHO me DOG, an overview.

Pancho adopted me in early ’62. Bought a milk run in AVALON, northern beaches, Sydney.
Probably in the first week this black and brown cattle dog appeared out of the night, I didn’t pay to much attention to his frantically wagging tail and friendly manner. He paid particular attention to my VOLLEYS, he seemed over whelmed by the powerful pheromones’ which seemed to make his nose run. Pancho followed me through rain and wind for 2 years, he was not a fair weather sailor.

We had many memorable times together, (www.johnfarls.com), AVALON JOBS, him and me.

ME DOG PANCHO AND THE GHOSTS.

One miserable, rainy and windy night me dog and me are up the end of Avalon Parade. Pancho used to bark a bit, he was not a cat lover, unlike his adopted companion.
Turning to THAT dog, doesn't belong to me. Out of the crappy night quickly I can see a group of 6 people dressed in absolute black striding up the Parade, they are in line abreast, they appear to have bulky objects hanging of their person and Pancho is going berseque. My first reaction is where can I run, my second reaction is to race and grab his collar and await the stand off. These Ghosts approached, Pancho and me are in a state of panic, they are all young blokes and, now is this "The Russians Are coming?" Will Pancho and me be the first defenders of Australia. Things happened quickly, mainly because I have run out of anecdotes and verbs and stuff, "how ya going bloke we are on way to blow up the BLOODY TORPEDO BASE", and "we landed onto Avalon Beach from a Submarine, our mission is to subdue the base with no hostages". (“Can I keep a secret?” Of course, Pancho and me were soldiers of the night).

They did too, but not before a little chat on the gutter and a couple of bottles of cold milk.
Their plan was to plant ‘dummy’ explosives on the launching platform and gain entry to the Navy Torpedo Base. Pancho gave his best wishes, Pancho commented that the Alsatian guard dogs liked a lamb chop, the Commando's had some better stuff. We never saw the black ghosts again, but I can relate that a great deal of Commonwealth ‘traffic’ was observed at CLAREVILLE BEACH on this night.

This little epic can be corroborated, but it came from me first. I have waited many years under the secrecy act to relate me and Pancho's story.

CANE TOADS, HERE'S THE PAYBACK

In AUSSIE LAND our mother nature sometimes gives us a bad time.

In other countries she seems to deal the cards much worse. For all of you suffering from natural disaster us AUSSIE people say chin up, the memories will never pass, the loss of family and possessions seem daunting, endless.

Sometimes you seem all alone with no way of immediate relief, mostly it will come. WE all ask, "why so long?".

On the local scene, central QUEENSLAND AUSTRALIA, to be precise, OUR PEOPLE HAVE HAD A BAD TIME OF IT. They will largely have their families safe, their possessions shagged and their future uncertain. The re-building will come, and, slowly life will get back to normal.
My heart felt sympathy is with all you BANANA BENDERS, yer can't play football, so why do we feel any emotions for you?.

Because we are Australians that's why, and we feel the pain.

For a bloke from NSW, its only an imaginary line, just like the boundaries of the world.
To all you guys and girls from central QUEENSLAND, ENDURE THE CRAPPY times, life will get back to normal. Northern NSW had a bugger of a time, we understand your dilemma. That will not make it any better.

Hey blokes, hey sheilas if we could be there to lend a hand, you know we would. Don't have too many XXXX, YUK!

TO THE SOUTH COAST BLACK BLOKES

MINE, ANYBODY’S REALLY. MOON BAY LIVES.
BLACK BLOKES, THANKYOU.


What’s that bloke about this time, he must be very odd.

He ai’nt done anything important, and does he have a god?

Well let’s humor him a little ‘cause we got some time to spare.

Tells me he’s got a secret place, a place he want’s to share.

The ordinary bloke, forgive him Bruce, but that how he comes out.

You won’t know his name today and he says that’s no great loss, he is the bloke, he is your Aussie lout.

He wants you to accept some things, like, girls and boys are real and liven.

The bloke, he reckons, can be both, just the name your given.

What’s that? I hear him say, “prose and poetry, rhymes and stuff, wish I could say it’s gay”.

“Tried to write my story but the truth got in the way”.

He wants to mention, Woolloomooloo, Palmer Street, Bundamar and Boonoke. Brunswick Heads and Avalon, but the brain has given no joy.

How many words rhyme with Woolloomooloo, except, the paper boy.

But before you fall of you twig and head of for a bite, come with him to MOON BAY, YOU WILL SEE HE’S RIGHT.

Give a little, OK, come on back, there’s room for all and us.

Remember, you were young and vital, johnfarls you can trust.

So, for a short time, down tools, and dream, join his special club.

This simple man will meet you at the TATHRA PUB.

Wander down to MOON BAY, swim, close your eyes, see.

Nobody will see the visions, only you and me.

There will be other people there, johnfarls will point them out.

Look and listen, wave and smile, please don’t yell, you will understand.

Those black people are misty visions, we are standing on their land.

OH, he almost forgot, the place is not for us to touch, you will be in real time.

You must understand, you were there, MOON BAY IS IN DREAMTIME.

What’s that? white blokes can’t see the misty visions, I agree.

But he was young, yet he reckons, for a moment, they let him see.

Thank you NGARIGO BLOKES, South Coast NSW. Did you give me a Special Place?

MOON BAY, NGARIGO BLOKES, THANKYOU.

MOON BAY IS STUCK IN MY MIND, you know Moon Bay, everybody has been there, that’s our special place, remember? Come on boys and girls, drop off the crappy life, go back a step and enjoy some times so good.

Where’s your place?

May I take you to my special place. Please? Yes?.

Just like yours my Moon Bay exists, let’s go there, I have to include you because you are my special friends; So lets go and have a special time.

Remember that the people there can only be seen by us, what you see will be our very special secret.

That road is dusty and full of potholes, sorry guys, just handle it. OH yeah here’s the turn off, preety ain’t it, won’t take long now and your patience will be rewarded, but wait, I must explain some ground rules; please don’t speak, don’t act like tourists and respect the locals.

You are now walking through coastal forests, you may know the names of the plants and trees, you may know the animals, like, what’s that black and brown bounding thing. What a great sight of birds, all black with red under their wings, huge beaks. As you descend down the trail somebody wants a pee, all off you give reflection.

What a place of reflection, so quite, so tranquil, a movement in the bush! You saw the dark people, you did didn’t you, I know you did, I know I did, thanks NGARIGO BLOKES, you have given a small part of the DREAMTIME, the special time, maybe you will see a little more. You feel and sense the ocean, the sound of small waves breaking close by, the opening to a small beach appears.

The apparition, my God, how’s this; It’s serene its placid its so special.
You are in a place, my special place, your special place. The beach is of golden sand, the ancient rock headlands encompasses and protect us. The brown and red of the rocks are met by the blue of the ocean, sea birds wheel. Have a look at the black man fishing to our right, he is aiming his spear at something in the water, he is standing on one leg. On the beach are some other black people, some women and blokes and some babies.

See how they seem to have a misty appearance, there here but seem somehow removed, I felt that. You want to hold them but we’re too late.

Please be quite and respectful, the black man turns and acknowledges our presence by a nod, don’t wave, have a special moment, you have been in the Dreamtime. MOON BAY exists, it lives, if you turn around, there I am smiling and waving.

Don’t call out, let our special people have their land, their special place. We can come back, but only you and me.

NGARIGO BLOKES, if I have offended, take my visions from my mind, but I swear you let me in.

I FENCED, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

BEFORE YOU RING ASIO, THE POLICE OR WHATEVER, I learnt the noble art of SABRE FENCHING at St Mary’s Fencing School in Sydney, NSW, Sabre was my weapon of choice.

A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE PRELIMINARIES FOLLOWS;

Standing with one’s leading foot pointing at the opponent and your other foot at right angles, one addressed the assembled group. At about ten paces stood the antagonist with his seconds on either side, your seconds stood beside one. NOW are you ready for what follows?
You acknowledge and salute the fencing party thus; One held the saber in an upright position close to your face.

Pointing your saber downwards you addressed the opponents second on your left, he is the second on the right of the opponent, secondly you acknowledge the opponents second on your right, he is the second on the left of your opponent, right?, thirdly you address your own second on your left first and your second, you are on his left, next, right?.

Fourthly, one addresses the only person left, he is the one directly ahead, the one in the middle of his left and right seconds, you know that he is the one because he has a sword, you raise your saber to an upright position in front of your face then point the sharp end at his face and gallantly sweep it away making a “Zorro” sound.

And finally if he is still awake the unfortunate does likewise, now if you are left handed? Will I start again? I continued with this sport for some time and just like most things found other interests.

ALARMINGLY, I HAVE AN IDEA I MAY HAVE PLAGIARIZED, THESE CAN’T BE MY THOUGHTS!
Full story; (http://www.johnfarls.com/), BORN IN THE CITY 1.

FLOODS, BRUNSWICK VALLEY,NSW, AUSSIE

IT’S NATURE’S WILL.

WHAT A DOWN POUR, AND PROBEBLY AIN’T OVER YET.
To all of the people affected by the inundation in the BRUNSWICK VALLEY NSW, AUSSIE and in particular northern NSW and southern QLD, please stay safe. The damage to property and infrastructure will be horrendous and present many interruptions to normal life for some time. To ALL my colleagues in the STATE EMERGENCY SERVICE and supporting agencies, RFS, NSWFB, VRA, DOCS, THE POLICE, ST VINNIES, RED CROSS, SLSC and all the other people from other agencies, KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN.

To all the holiday makers and visitors to our areas, BLOODY SORRY about that, you will come back?, PLEASE.
To the people stranded with limited food and essential commodities’, everything is being implemented to assist you in your time of need. Every logistic avenue will be investigated to get you some help, IT’S THE AUSTRALIAN WAY. Keep out of harms way. And to anybody who thinks they can tackle those flooded causeways, GET A LIFE, cause you’ll lose it if you throw caution out the window. In our little region of the BRUNSWICK VALLEY, Northern NSW, no less than 7 motor vehicles have been swept from inundated crossings, 3 were YOU BEAUT four wheel drive’S, some with multiple passengers. Some haven’t been seen yet. All lives were spared.

OUR ADVICE TO YOU; DON’T BLOODY DO IT!!, We are not a towing service. Our members don’t need tragedy in our patch. AGAIN, to our affected citizens, please wait it out, help will come.

FLOODS, BIG TIME #2.

HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT THE TOTAL FOR MOTOR VECHILES WASHED FROM FLOODED CAUSEWAYS HAS RISEN TO 12, that’s right, one dozen. You wanna be No.13? Do you know the BRUNSWICK VALLEY Northern NSW, MAIN ARM and WILSONS CREEK? Go on temp the Devil’s number, we’ll be very cross.
We can’t blame the 4 wheel drive Manufacturers, they use professional drivers and they tell us just that, and, 50% of the cars where sedans, however all are irresponsible impetuous drivers. My organization don’t need you, get your act together.
Many lives have been lost in our little area; TAKE YOUR HAND OFF IT.

ODE TO THE FLOODED CAUSEWAY. John Farley.

THAT BUGGERS UP AGAIN, THAT WAS QUICK THEY WERE RIGHT, BUT WHAT WOULD THEY KNOW, THIS MY DOMAIN.

LETS HAVE A GO, WILL I, NAH, TAKE THE SHOES OFF AND WADE A LITTLE, SEEMS OK, WHATS THAT STAFF GAUGE SAY?, ONLY ONE METRE? GEES MUST HAVE A PIDDLE.

NERVOUS, ANXIOUS, CALM IS THE Antonym, who knows better.

HAVE A GO YER MUG, MAYBE ONE DAY THE WORD IS R.I.P., THAT’S IT, LET HER RIP, ME NAMES GOD, SO SEND ME A LETTER.

SO BLOODY EASY, DID’NT I TELL YEAH? I’LL DRIVE HER FAST, MAKE A WAVE, THINK OF THE ARK.

WELL THE LIGHT IS GROWING DIM, SO WHAT, HOME FOR TEA AND FAMILY STUFF AND HEAR OLD FAITFULL BARK.

AND HOWL AND WHINGE AND FRET AND ACT LIKE A LONELY ANIMAL WITHOUT A FRIEND, SHE KNOWS WHATS UP.

I’LL GET THERE, DID’NT I TELL YER, I AM INVINCIPLE, I AM A’WINNIN.

YOU BEAUT, NEARLY THERE, PISS OF LOG, DON’T NEED YOU, OR MORE GOT THE BASTARDS GOT ME, I’AM GO’IN SWIMMIM.

STRANGE EMOTIONS, MANY ODD THOUGHTS.

ME LIFE, ME MATES, ME WIFE AND KIDS, THE OLD BITCH.

MUST LEARN A BETTER WORD FOR ME DOG, NOW HERE’S THE PITCH.

I’VE BUGGER HIM UP AND ALL’S GETTING BLACK, HEAPS OF BUBBLES.

BUBBLES, I CAN USE THEM, YES I CAN. THEIR FLEETING THINGS, I GRAB FOR THEM. I’AM IN DEEP TROUBLES.

UPSIDE DOWN, I DON’T HAVE A CLUE, THE AIR IS LIQUID SEEMS LIKE COFFEE, THE FEELING OF RELEASE IS SOMEHOW RELAXIN’.

WHAT HAVE I DONE, I DON’T BLAME MYSELF, IT WAS SOMEHOW STUPID BUT THE FEELIN’S PERPLEXIN.

HERE WE GO THERE’S THAT LAST BUBBLE, PEACE HAS GOT ME, ME WIFE, MY KIDS, ME DOG.

WHEN YAH FIND ME WEILD THAT CUDGEL.

ALL I WANT IS MY WIFE AND KIDS, ME DOG, AND THE MATES AT BILLINUDGEL.

ME WIFE ME ME DOGs kid.

Me wife me kids me dog.

I MADE A BAD CHOICE, DO A BETTER JOB NEXT TIME, FORGIVE ME AND LEARN.

ME WIFE AND KIDS, ME DOG

I WOULD STILL BE HERE BUT FOR THAT FRIGGEN LOG.

Copyright John Farley 2008

NATURE HAS HER WAY

IT’S NATURE’S WILL.
WHAT A DOWN POUR, AND PROBEBLY AIN’T OVER YET.
To all of the people affected by the inundation in northern NSW and southern QLD, please stay safe. The damage to property and infrastructure will be horrendous and present many interruptions to normal life for some time. To ALL my colleagues in the STATE EMERGENCY SERVICE and supporting agencies, RFS, NSWFB, VRA, DOCS, THE POLICE, ST VINNIES, RED CROSS, SLSC and all the other people from other agencies, KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN.
To all the holiday makers and visitors to our areas, BLOODY SORRY about that, you will come back?, PLEASE.
To the people stranded with limited food and essential commodities’, everything is being implemented to assist you in your time of need. Every logistic avenue will be investigated to get you some help, IT’S THE AUSTRALIAN WAY. Keep out of harms way. And to anybody who thinks they can tackle those flooded causeways, GET A LIFE, cause you’ll lose it if you throw caution out the window. In our little region of the BRUNSWICK VALLEY, Northern NSW, no less than 7 motor vehicles have been swept from inundated crossings, 3 were YOU BEAUT four wheel drive’S, some with multiple passengers. Some haven’t been seen yet. All lives were spared.
OUR ADVICE TO YOU; DON’T BLOODY DO IT!!, We are not a towing service. Our members don’t need tragedy in our patch. AGAIN, to our affected citizens, please wait it out, help will come.

Me MUM'S FLATHEAD.

No silly, my mum was a preety woman, this narritive comes from about 1954.
Here is a story in real life, come with mum and I to Shaws Bay near BALLINA tomorrow ok?, Say yes.
You and I and mum are walking across the Missingham Bridge carrying our fishing bags and our rods and we quickly arrive at the start of the North Wall, we proceed about 200 yards. You hear me say, "Careful of the rocks, we need to get down to back of the lagoon, what was your name again? oh what a lovely name", mum, "just concentrate you flirt and help her down to the beach". We are down on the beach behind the lagoon and proceed about 100 yards through some small mangroves, mum says " what about here this seems a good spot", we agree. And so the narrative really begins.
We set up our fishing site, you and mum and I bait up with prawns and cast our lines into the eerie lagoon, the rods ends are driven into the sand a waiting game begins. Do you notice the sound of the surf behind us? Not many people around? It's a great fishing spot. We have set our drag and the ratchet and then nature gives me a call. As I head off into the bush the sound of the whirring ratchet indicates a fish has taken the bait, mum was prone to play games "mum leave my rod alone" her reply was "I'm on Johnnie, it has to be a flathead", you and me race to see mum struggling and winding a very bent rod, she plays at what is a very big fish.
Her and fish move up and down the small beach, she wins some, she loses some, she is a fighter my mum and slowly the battle turns in her favor, you get the net and I will give the fisher person a hand, "keep back and get the net ready", at last a very exhausted fish, of absolutely preposterous proportions, is landed. This will be the last of my embellishments, only you and me and mum know, and its is flathead, the truth, a monster of 15 lbs was weighted at the Fish Co-op. Remember how we carried it home, with me as a gauge, the head to the tail almost measured one yard. Bet you had a great time, Clive will fillet the flathead so you can have fish for tea. Excerpts from (http://www.johnfarls.com/), wanna see more? Wanna share and compare, email (johnfarls@bigpond.com).