The Bad Arsed Rainbow Lorikeets Of Mollymook

Earlier this month the Lovely Leslie and I broke our fast at The Beach Hut Cafe, down on Mollymook Beach. It's a lovely spot, especially out of tourist season and during the working week. The only company you are likely to stumble across are pensioners or stay-at-home mums and their little ones.

There we were enjoying our bacon and eggs when we interrupted by the squawking of some very cheeky Trichoglossus haematodus, aka the Rainbow Lorikeet. They made their presence known by settling on the head of a young child who promptly squealed with laughter and fear. After terrorising her for a bit they thought we were a bit more interesting, considering we were eating after all!

To cut a long and fairly boring story short, they performed their tame little tricks like sitting on your hand and so forth, then just to prove they had some spirit one decided he wanted to walk in our breakfast.

We managed a couple of pics and vids on the trusty iPhone before beating a retreat.

One thing that has troubled me for some time now ... is it okay for birds to eat egg? Is there a moral issue here?

Pretty pictures follow.

Ciao for now!

Pedro

Be At Peace With The World My Son!

I decided to drive Kermit up to Canberra this week. For those who aren't aware, Kermit is our new, zippy little Mazda 2 Genki that we purchased a couple of months ago.

Anyway, this morning I was heading out to Calwell to get some change from Bendigo Bank. There I was, sitting at the lights on Canberra Avenue & Hindmarsh Drive intersection, minding my own business, casually scratching my balls and feeling quite at peace with the world. In the next lane was a very nice looking new Holden SS Commodore sedan, young bloke at the wheel.

I kind of looked admiringly at his car, he looked at me somewhat disdainfully. The lights changed, he disappears in roar of twin exhaust and a fine spray of dust and minute particles of gravel.

As I motored off I reflected on this bizarre behaviour. What possessed him to do this? The fact he could beat the arse off me in a drag was really a no brainer. He was in a 6 litre Aussie muscle car, I was driving a bright green 1.5 litre Japanese frog. He was young and stupid, I was old and hopefully just a bit wiser. At no stage did I poke fun or laugh at about his cock size! For all I know he was hung like a horse. I wasn't rude or aggressive.

All I can say is ... take it easy my son. There's enough bad ju-ju in the world without having to get yourself so stressed that you have to drag off a grandfather driving a little green rice burner!

Actually, I should thank him for reminding me that my $672 speeding fine is due this week!

PS: Obscure Fact - Genki is a Japanese word that that reflects health, vitality, energy. A bouncy cheerful female character is often refered to as genki.

#Bunnings Fyshwick. A Tale Of Bad Ju-Ju

It goes like this.

Ulladulla Pedro: G'day mate, was wondering if you knew anything about curtain tracks.

Bunnings Bloke: No

Ulladulla Pedro: Do you know of anyone who does?

Bunnings Bloke:  Yes, but he's on holidays.

Ulladulla Pedro: That'd be f***ing about right wouldn't it! God you lot give me the shits!

Bunnings Bloke: What kind of track were you after?

Ulladulla Pedro: (Goes and grabs the only kind they have).

Bunnings Bloke: (Opens it up with his knife. It's totally the wrong kind and it's all they have).

Ulladulla Pedro: That's no good mate, totally the wrong kind.

Bunnings Bloke: Okay, sorry bout that mate.

Ulladulla Pedro: (Stomps off)

Has anyone ever noticed that Bunnings is nothing but a repository for cheap crap made in China that is either the wrong model, wrong size, wrong colour or the type of thing you are after went out of production last week and you have to totally re-buy everything so what ever it is goes together?

It seems Bunnings Fyshwick is the worst of the lot.

Bugger 'em!

The Shape Of Things To Come #nswvotes #auspol

I was driving into Canberra this morning travelling along Canberra Avenue heading towards Fyshwick, just near the traffic lights at HMAS Harman.

On the side of the road was a trailer with big signs for Steve Whan, the ALP member for Monaro. Next to it was a sour old bloke reading the paper, he didn't seem particularly interested, nor did he look like he really gave a stuff.

Fifty metres down the road was a bigger trailer for the Nationals candidate,  John Barilaro.  In front of this colourful edifice was an excitable young woman jumping up and down holding a sign saying "Toot for change". Needless to say I tooted.

Makes you think doesn't it.  The Nationals aren't an organisation I normally associate with razzamataz. There really must be a sense of change in the air.

Looking forward to seeing how bad things will go for Labor.