No More

I've decided that there are a few more things I'd like to do in my life. I hear radio station Triple J is giving away a trip to London to see Little Britain LIVE! That got me dreaming about one day myself going on such a pilgrimage...a journey to discover what life is really about. So, in response to this epiphany, I will no longer devote my life entirely to the memory of the Goodies, rather I will take their spirit with me on other conquests, like seeing Little Britain live. I will now look forward and no longer backward!

Biz asks the big questions

Huh?

I thought some people would be quite amused by this. Others will just be confused. I think I'm still in the second group...

Photo Shoot with a Penguin

Here's my penguin

Sam, you're a star

A few months ago I happened to stumble across an old school buddy doing his busking thing in the streets of Hobart. Now this appeared in the Sunday Tasmanian.



You make your point, Sam
By SIMON BEVILACQUA
20nov05

A LAUNCESTON busker has gone to extraordinary lengths to prove he is the real deal.

Sam Clark swallows swords in a fascinating show of physical dexterity.
But the 20-year-old contortionist has wearied of people who suspect he uses a trick sword in the act.

"People thought the sword was fake or collapsed or something," Sam said.

So the talented showman walked into the Royal Hobart Hospital last week and had a series of X-rays taken.

A hospital insider confirmed the blade banquet was fair dinkum.

"It's quite bizarre, the sword goes beyond the level of the heart to the bottom of the oesophagus," the doctor said.

Sam now carries the bizarre X-ray images with him to make the sceptics swallow their words.

The Sunday Tasmanian yesterday met the deep-throat in action at Salamanca Market in Hobart.

Sam is believed to be the youngest sword-swallower in the world and one of only about 50 doing the act.

He has a medical condition which gives him hyper-mobile joints and allows him to dislocate body joints including his shoulders.

So, for an encore, you can watch him pass his entire body through a stringless tennis racquet.

Go Sam!

Belated Joy

It occurred to me that I haven't yet revealed the brilliance that carressed the stage of the Launceston Princess Theatre during the Goodies show. It was two weeks ago now (shame!) but I will attempt to relive the magic now....

*closes eyes and shudders, taking mind back through recent history (bumpy ride) to reach that point in time when last truly happy...*

...wow, awesome. How could three people, SO old still be so sharp and clued in to politics and to what makes humans laugh? Despite the series ending in the 70's the audience is a mix of folk from the era (I actually see a walking frame) and people my age. Actually, I think my generation has the monopoly on the theatre.

My biggest fear is that the show wll consist of old men capitalising on past success, trying to pull off the same stuff. But I am wrong. It is from the very outset dignified, like listening to Grandad's war stories. A very sharp and funny Grandad.

One of those war stories is the one that follows. Entirely true, got this excerpt from Wikipedia.

On 24 March 1975 Alex Mitchell, a 50-year-old bricklayer from King's Lynn literally died laughing while watching an episode of The Goodies. According to his wife, who was a witness, Mitchell was unable to stop laughing whilst watching a sketch in the episode "Kung Fu Kapers" in which Tim Brooke-Taylor, dressed as a kilted Scotsman, used a set of bagpipes to defend himself from a psychopathic black pudding in a demonstration of the Scottish martial art of "Hoots-Toot-ochaye." After twenty-five minutes of continuous laughter Mitchell finally slumped on the sofa and expired from heart failure. His widow later sent the Goodies a letter thanking them for making Mitchell's final moments so pleasant.

Yikes.

Woe is me

My television blew up! Nooooo! He was so sweet, pretty hot, nice sense of humour AND with built in DVD player. My first ever tv and at three weeks old we found him dead in the lounge room. Such a sad day. He has now gone to have a transplant (if things go well) and it may be covered by warranty, it may not. But how I miss him so.

Woe is me!

I also think about how nice it would be to own The Office on DVD, that really was such a darn good show. And if I had those DVD's I could be so happy....

Goodbye young, brave TV, may we meet again. Don't know where, don't know when...

*sings* "...it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind,never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. And I would've like to known you but I was just a kid. Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did..."

It is come...

Now there's one of those old fashioned phrases that don't get enough of a run these days. It's here! The tandem bike has come and I'm in the process of selling my car. No more petrol buying for me! No more stinky emmissions! Just plenty of communal exercise and sing-alongs. I am now converted to the way of life that is exampled by the Goodies.

note: All of the above may be made up. Including that "ye olde" phrase.

Tonight I Fulfill My Fate...

Tonight, yes that's right,this very night (presuming you are reading this this very day) this very night the stars will be in alignment and the prophecy fulfilled. Since infancy I have been charged with a quest and now it will finally come to pass. For tonight I will have the honor of being in the mighty presence of the Goodies!

Yay! I have been a fan of them since I was very young (probbly too young) and so it is sort of a completion of my life that I get to go see them live. The shows geting darn good reviews too.

I'm very excited.



Goodie Goodie Yum Yum...

Bush Walk Expert

WARNING: I've been reading a lot Jane Austen lately (see below)

There are several rules of ettiquette when a young lady is to take in the pleasures of a quiet lone stroll in the woodlands of her property.

Firstly, it is of great imperitiveness that she always be armed with a rather large obnoxious looking stick. Preferably taller than herself, with one end that looks sturdy and pointy enough to crush the skull of any potential serial killer/rapist.

Secondly, she must always watch where she steps so as not to muddy her skirts.

Thirdly, should she see someone else walking in the bush near her, she should make haste. The direction of said haste depends on recognisability / likability /
gender / build / dark look in their eyes / visible weaponry.

Finally, she must never break into a sweat, it only makes her seem uncouth.

Remember that folks.