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.