Issue 157

..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…

..condition, in this version at least, than just the specified young-man-driven-to-suicide-by-faithless-lover motif and of course the dancers themselves are simply spectacular, with Marie-Agnès Gillot imposingly impressive. I’ve watched it a few times now (I even showed it to Bill) and I’ve shed a few tears every time – it’s that sublime. An interesting sidelight; when…

..writ large on it, followed by the Australian Government logo and the various logos of the sponsoring medical-type partners along the bottom – or maybe the sponsoring is on the other foot, it being a government project. I guess I’m inclined to do the poo test. My sister Ann was on my case last time…

His generational respect for the law, (and mine), even in this manifestation as an unjustified petty regulation, should be supported rather than undermined, and a good box round the ears administered to this inconsiderate and self-absorbed teenager by a crotchety baby boomer might have actually saved society time and money in the long run. Mind…