Issue 46

Mike’s Pith & Wind cont. But I’m getting less sure that I’ve got the time. Film stars and musicians I grew up with are dropping of the coil daily. Friends and acquaintances, family – there’s hardly a day goes by when I don’t hear of somebody I knew being menaced by or succumbing to various…

..even a craze. Remember crazes? I was gardening in my garden that could pass for a jungle the other day and The Ballad of Davy Crockett infiltrated my brain and I started to sing the story of Davy Crockett so well known to every American and Australasian child of the era; Born on a mountain…

..me over for the holiday weekend until I could arrange for another visit from the plumber to fix it properly. That evening I decided to pop down to the local Red Rooster as I’d absolutely nothing in the fridge. As I arrived home there were lightning flashes as the predicted change swept over Melbourne, so…

..it couldn’t win under the old coach and team it wasn’t going to let anyone win. Previous captains, victims of a diverse inflictions ranging from a herniated cerebellum to trench mouth, gave their unwanted and irrelevant opinions. Books written by previous chairman’s wives that were fulsome in the praise of their husband’s genius in winning…

.. to be some sort of ‘interruption in the data flow’ and that somebody would look at it over the next two working days. So, when I can make an excuse to go to somebody’s place with a working Internet connection, I’ve been sending off another instalment of our monthly e-mail on their PCs. That’s…