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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Happy Birthday, Chris!


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This is probably the best-ever talking-book version of Kenneth Grahame's masterpiece. So on this special day of yours, close your eyes and be transported back to your favourite place. Here's the theme song to get you into the mood:

 


The wind in the willows sang softly to me
Follow my voice wherever it leads
From mountains, through valleys, to deep rolling seas
Born on the wings of the breeze
Spin me a dream woven silver and gold
From sunshine and shadows and days long ago
Where people are memories and stories unfold
Willows the tales you have told me
Wind in the willows you'll just seem to know
Who you can turn to and which way to go
To unwind your wonderous mind
Wind in the willows take me there
Wind in the willows you'll just seem to know
Who you can turn to and which way to go
Where people are memories and stories unfold
Wind in the willows take me there
Wind in the willows take me there

 

For once give the ironing a miss, Chris. Do nothing and just relax!

 

 

Have a very Happy Birthday, Chris, and thank you for your friendship!
I shall raise a glass of something appropriate at the appropriate time.

 

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The unadulterated, unexpurgated, uncensored D J Hudson movie

 

I've checked his knees and, no, Becker (Eric Roberts) is not an American look-alike of D J Hudson who's still trying to "cultivate" - quite unsuccessfully, I might add - an American accent with the help of countless cans of Coca-Cola.

As they say: you can take the boy out of Sunshine, but you can't take the Sunshine out of the boy!


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Waltjim Bat Matilda

 

Which language, only found in Australia, is spoken over an area the size of Spain and is the second most common language in the Northern Territory?

The correct answer – Kriol – is not a traditional Indigenous language, but refers to the creole language spoken across swathes of northern Australia. No one really knows how many people speak it, but the 2011 census figure of 4,000 is certainly an under-representation. Linguists put the number of Kriol speakers closer to 20,000, knowing that census data struggles to accurately capture high levels of multilingualism in remote Aboriginal communities.

Whatever you may think of it, it gives "Waltzing Matilda" a real shot in the arm. Why not make it our national anthem? We'd have people dancing rather than marching in the streets! Here are the lyrics:

WALTJIM BAT MATILDA

one balla carrdia bin cum up langa billabong
im bin chid on a groun langa coolibah tree
im bin chingum but corobree watchim but him billy boil
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

waltjim bat matilda, waltjim bat matilda,
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me
im bin chingum but corobree watchim but him billy boil
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

bum bye datun maaa bin cum up langa billabong
carrdia bin gatchim wholly maaa ngee ngee
im bin put im dtun maaa inchide langa ducker bag
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

waltjim bat matilda, waltjim bat matilda,
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me
im bin put im dtun maaa inchide langa ducker bag
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

bum bye datun marrdagee bin cum up langa dimina
pleetjaman bin cum up one, two, three
where datun maaa you bin putim langa ducker bag
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

waltjim bat matilda, waltjim bat matilda,
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me
where datun maaa you bin putim langa ducker bag
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

bum bye datun carrdia bin jump in langa billabong
you gan gatchim me libe one ngee ngee
and im pirit jere chingin out inchide langa billabong
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

waltjim bat matilda, waltjim bat matilda,
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me
and im pirit jere chingin out inchide langa billabong
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

waltjim bat matilda, waltjim bat matilda,
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me
and im koodook (spirit) jere chingin out inchide langa billabong
you balla cum n waltjim bat matilda langa me

Dibmorr diborr dibmorr diborr dibmorr diborr – whee


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Monday, June 19, 2017

Why Nelligen? Why not?

 

 

Some people ask me why I retired at Nelligen, to which I reply, "Why not?" (I sometimes ask myself why I retired, full-stop, but that's a different story altogether.)

It all started in Canberra while I was still running my small computer consultancy Canberra Computer Accounting Systems and dabbling in tax and accounting work on the side. After I had solved a tax problem for a German friend, Tony Finsterer, for which I refused payment, he insisted that I stay at his weekend cottage at Nelligen.

For several months, I didn't find the time to drive to the coast. When I eventually did I had almost forgotten Tony's offer. Luckily, I didn't blink as I drove across the Nelligen bridge on the way to Batemans Bay and so spotted this tiny village nestled alongside the Clyde River.

I asked for directions to Tony's cottage at the General Store and was shown to # 21 Sproxton Lane across the river. (Tony has since died and his cottage has changed hands twice.)

The cottage was locked and Tony in Canberra. I phoned him and was told to look for the keys under the watertank and to make myself at home. Which I did and which set me on my own quest to find a little place in Nelligen.

At the time, Nelligen was a place forgotten even by real estate agents and nothing was for sale except a few empty building blocks. One such block overlooked the Clyde River from its location in Nelligen Place. I could imagine sitting there on the verandah and taking in the views. Which is exactly what a chap was doing just two blocks away. I walked up and asked if I could join him.

Soon we were not only sharing the same views but also memories of people and places we both had known as "Sandy" Sandilands and his wife Betty had also lived and worked in Rabaul in New Guinea and on Thursday Island - in fact, their daughter was born there! I felt at home at once! A few weeks later I was the proud owner of a block of land in Nelligen Place!

I wanted to build a beautiful little Classic Country Cottage. However, a retired public servant who occupied a small log cabin next to me did what public servants do: be a pain in the coccyx ! He objected to my building plans - TWICE! - on some obscure grounds. This delayed me long enough to find a much better place across the river. And that's how I came to buy "Riverbend"!

"Riverbend" had been auctioned in August 1992. I went to the auction as a spectator knowing that the reserve price was outside my range. It must have been outside everybody else's as well because it didn't sell. More than a year later, in November 1993, the owners, who had bought the property only four years earlier, accepted my much-reduced offer.

(Only after I had bought "Riverbend" I found out that the previous owners had sold out because of some nasty neighbours. I swore to myself that if they ever tried the same with me, I wouldn't budge. They did, and I didn't! Oh, and I did go back to thank the public servant for objecting to my plans so that I could buy this much better and bigger and waterfront property. Last time I looked his mouth was still open!)

 

 

"Riverbend" has been my home now for over 23 years. As they say, there's no place like home and, as evidenced by the tee-shirt, Nelligen is right up there with every other great metropolis.


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Sunday, June 18, 2017

Nothing on the telly? Try this one!


'Flirting' is a kind-of-sequel to 'The Year My Voice Broke'

 

Set in country New South Wales in 1962 and capturing an orange-hued panorama of small hills and sunny pastures, this movie is as much about watching as remembering.

And if you've driven through Braidwood as often as I have, you'll remember that granite-boulder-strewn landscape and recognise the street scenes, the milkbar and the Royal Mail Hotel, replete with dartboard, grotty counter, specials blackboards, and sweaty locals.

All good memories. Enjoy!


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P.S. Driving into Braidwood, there used to be this big sign that said, "Royal Mail Hotel - Cheap Accamation". Being the pedant that I am, I couldn't resist stopping for a beer and telling the publican, "That sign of yours, you know ...". "I know", he said, "but it's good for business as people keep coming in for a beer to tell me about it." Just to show him that it's still working, I've been stopping there for a beer ever since.