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It completely slipped my mind that I hadn't reported my most recent theatrical adventure. I went to a matinee with my mother (which seems apt) and we were both dazzled by the Melbourne cast. It was the kind of show that as soon as you walk out you want to see it again, and even weeks later I feel the same way. Obviously many of the production values came straight from here but the local cast gave it a certain cred that really worked. Reg Livermore, Tom Burlinson, Tony Sheldon and Grant Piro performed brilliantly as did Bert Newton and Chloe Dallimore. I had seen the movie as a child but I recently hired the video and saw the mastery of Mel Brooks as if for the first time. It is definitely worth another look to see Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder as Bialystock and Bloom. Read about it here

Norabone has not jumped on the Olympic Games bandwagon. I have always been indifferent to the games and in the past, tried to avoid them, apart from an occasional swimming final here and there. I shunned the self-congratulatory medalists (of all nations) as well as the new found patriots who obnoxiously trumpeted the latest metallic achievements on every airwave.
"Citius, Altius, Fortius"...than what? Or whom? I am still baffled that an Institute of Sport was set up in this country to achieve success after a team returned home without gold one year. To give us more credibility as a sporting nation? Is that important? And if it is so important why hasn't it filtered down from the elite, effete athletes to the wider population which struggles with childhood obesity and increasing death rates from diseases caused by insufficient exercise, not to mention an excessive intake of calories? I was dismayed (but for some reason not surprised) at the level of corruption involving officials, that is required to secure the games by host nations. In my own lifetime I have probably never witnessed a drug-free Olympics competition, so in the end what's the point?
Well someone seems to think there is one, and if you're living in Australia you can see coverage on this network or over here. My personal entree to the games, since Sydney 2000, has been via Roy and HG. For those seeking news without the taint of national pride the official Official Olympic games site may be more appropriate, and informative. Disappointingly for the organisers, attendance seems to be well down despite the magnificent venue and near-perfect weather conditions.
On Athens. Australia's media circus, government spokesmen, ex-athletes and Olympic officials were all very keen to say the venue would never be ready or suitable or match the level achieved by Sydney and were, of course silenced by the success of the opening ceremony. I have one tiny criticism myself. The person responsible for the design of mascots Phevos and Athena toying with various drafts, accidentally submitted this to a desperate merchandise department, who in the absence of an alternative went with it. Brave. Greek deities, eh? Okay...
No Norabone has definitely not jumped on the bandwagon...just a short ride on the tailgate.

A site I am drawn to for all the wrong reasons is Albino Blacksheep. They seem to specialise in Flash animation and if you follow the links you need the sound on. The first is one boynton sent to me some years ago. Seems harmless enough...
This next one has certain crass appeal but one of my particular favourites is Pie Hole. Browsing around Albino Blacksheep you'll find some bizarre animations not to mention the 30 second Titanic, The Shining and The Exorcist - starring bunnies. Most diverting - particularly if you've got broadband connection. I wish!

I had a particular reason for watching the telecast of this on Saturday night having got wind that important family members were going to be there. Chuh. I watched in vain. The telecast didn't happen due to bad weather but I hope they at least got to see some play. Of course we're all hoping for a Philippousis win today.
In the meantime I ignored the oncoming symptoms of a head cold (timed perfectly to coincide with the commencement of leave) to go and see a movie. Paying the price today-Ech-cough cough-but it was worth it!

Last night I bought a third class ticket to a first class performance of the G&S masterpiece 'The Mikado'. I was sitting in the State Theatre Box G which is as close as you can get to the ceiling without touching it. Acoustics up there were incredible, but it is no exaggeration to say that the performers play to the gold class seats approximately mid-stalls. Sitting up so high gave me a fantastic view of the machinations of the very clever set, but I missed the intimacy of being able to see the performers' faces. I know this because after the Interval or as I heard one punter ask: "How long is Intermission?", I moved to one of the marvellous vacant seats in A Reserve. Wow!
Not to put too fine a point on it, there were moments in both acts which were quite sublime and I felt tears welling with the familiar, nostalgic stirrings that music can often induce. Why are those Gilbert and Sullivan operettas so comforting? The rest of the audience seemed as overly familiar with the work as I was, yet the performances byAnthony Warlow (Ko-Ko) (a National Trust Living Treasure), David Hobson (Nanki-Poo) Judi Connelli (Katisha)and other cast members and chorus were as fresh, vibrant and exciting as you could hope to see. The synopsis is available here and if you want to try the sing a-long version there's a Karaoke site.
It seems that Opera Australia is once again having funding and sponsorship issues but the performance I saw was probably only two thirds of a capacity audience - a terrible shame for such a great show.

what kitchen utensil are YOU?
You are a fridge! You can keep your cool, even when faced with a heated situation. You enjoy being the center of attention, and people come to you for advice or when they want something. People also like to stick things to the front of your body.

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...and the good news is that the cook book turned up. Alas, no reference to Oysters. It was probably in the NMAA afterall, as was this diary quote: I walked home again with great pleasure; and there dined by my wife's bedside with great content, having a mess of brave plum-porridge and a roasted Pullet for dinner; and I sent for a mince pie abroad, my wife not being well to make any herself yet. Samuel Pepys 1662

It's one of those times when I really want to put my hands on something and of course it isn't where it should be. This time it's my copy of a nineteen sixty something version of the PWMU (Presbyterian Women's Mission Union) cookbook. You see a significant milestone has been reached by the PWMU this year. The publication of the 100th edition of what I consider a really useful recipe collection. It was in the currently misplaced book where I learned of the necessity (extracted from some colonial source)of boiling oysters for some hours before consuming - yech. It has a spiral binding and there are sections such as 'Chutneys, Pickles & Sauces' which are particularly stained for easy reference.
The current edition doesn't seem to have the spiral binding or a front cover straight from the gallery of regrettable food. If I don't find the missing tome I may be forced to cook recipe 3712 Baked Artichoke Hearts from the NMAA (Nursing Mother's Association of Australia)Cooks Again collection. First ingredient: 2 x 400g cans of artichoke hearts...

Norabone is a very rare female name.
Very few females in the US are named Norabone.
Be proud of your unique name!
source namestatistics.com

James and Mary Smith are looking smug - albeit a little common.
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Some weeks ago now, whilst visiting Zuerich I was given an Easter gift by my Swiss hostess - a Swiss chocolate bunny. It seems that this iconic figurine is not only a prominant celebrity in Swiss lore, it is now the subject of the Austro-Swiss bunny war! Now the day has almost arrived when I can eat it. She also sent one for boynton who has come close to eating hers every day since it arrived. I've had to distract her with other (inferior) chocolate treats and miraculously the other gold bunny is still intact.

An interesting French Easter legend:"...The flying bell--cloche volant--comes from an old French Catholic tradition holding that on Good Friday all of the church bells in France take off and fly over to the Vatican in Rome, hauling with them all of the misery and grief of those who mourn Jesus' crucifixion. Then the bells fly back to France on Easter morning, and in place of the misery and grief, they carry lots and lots of chocolate in the shape of rabbits, eggs and . . . bells!"

BTW Today is dog registration day.

I am the Natural Number e I go with the flow _

what number are you?

this quiz by orsa

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During my recent European adventure I couldn't help noticing the BBC was running a poll for the Top Ten British Sit Coms. Voting is now in and apparently tonight (local time) Jonathan Ross will announce the winner. Averil will be watching and I agree with her it is a very hard choice with so many sentimental favourites to choose from. Personally I'd have bumped Blackadder out to number 11 and brought Father Ted in. Waiting in anticipation for the final result but the program advocates were most convincing. I watched the recent Ronnie Barker tribute program and hope it gets a run here in Oz. It was extremely moving and had some hillarious moments from his career.

Are retrospective posts allowed? Of course! There was a day whilst in Umbria, our first with the hire car, when we set out in search of scenery and found it here. We drove around the lake, and found more medieval structures and dwellings as well as a hospital located with one of the prettiest views you could imagine. In the same village was a public toilet which, according to Averil and Ross was better avoided.

Melbourne in autumn is a wonderful place to be. Just got back from a swim at the Doncaster pool where the warmth of the sun and the water were about the same. It really is a lovely time of year.

Driving home from Tullamarine airport in a taxi I listened to talk-back commercial radio on the topic of the terrible taxi service in Melbourne. I was going to say "Hey mate can you turn this up" but thought better of it. The caller who rang in recounted this story.
Caller: Yeah I'd had a few so I hailed a taxi and said to the driver can you take me to Keysborough? He wasn't sure of the way so he took out his Melways and I showed him the street and he drew a circle around it. I fell asleep and when I woke up the first thing I saw was a sign 'Phillip Island 10 kilometres'. I said, "Mate where ARE we?" He said, " I dunno."
Talk-back host: What did you say after that?
Caller: I couldn't say on air.
TBH: How much did the meter say?
Caller: Over $250.00
TBH: Did you pay him?
Caller: When we got back I gave him $60. I said I'm not payin' for your stuff up...

Incidentally I shared a plane ride with Barry Jones from Singapore to Melbourne. He in 1st Class moi in economy. My shameless eavesdropping allowed me to glean in the transit lounge that amonst other things he had visited Reggio Emilio on a fact finding mission no doubt for educational innovations.

Lucky me! This is still on and no amount of curiosity will induce me to go and see it. My own inclinations tempt me elsewhere.

I'm sitting in the 'Chances' bar located in a hotel in a city somewhere in South East Asia. This is one of those spots where guests meet for drinks, rendez-vous or wait for their airport transfer. I was checking my emails (an obsession of mine as Ross and Averil will attest) with the added bonus of bar service and - happity hocks for me - it's happy hour. Or so I thought until the couple singing got into full swing. He plays piano and sings. She sings. Her name is Emelda. As I sat down it was "Unforgettable...dat's what you are, and forebber more..." quickly followed by "Wooden Heart" (including the German verse sung with a Chinese accent) played with the built-in rhythm and baby grand set on 'swing' beat. "Fernando" with a twiddly piano instrumental , "Please release me", "Killing me Softly" (and soooo slowly)...OMG there's more...'Spanish Eyes'. THIS IS TORTURE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER!!!!!!!!!! I'd almost prefer the sleazy internet caf round the corner with the sticky, dirt-coated keyboards. Mercifully the live music's been replaced by tapes now, so I can enjoy my G & T in peace. Mmm.

Am Dienstag sind wir zu Luzern gegangen. The destruction of the bridge by fire in 1993, caused by a ship's funnel moored beneath, robbed the world of a series of 14th century paintings. A couple survived, some charred boards and the rest - gawn. Mt Pilatus overlooks the city which is populated by men and women, like those in Rome or Paris who are simply the last word in chic. The men are not only extraordinarily attractive but have the most alluring aroma - a scent which is distinctively Swiss and sexy as! We consumed eine meiste typisch schweizerische Mahlzeit - Fondue! Back in Rüti, a Tina Turner standard was playing on the radio. My hostess informed me that she, like so many others, is a Swiss resident. My final purchase was some delectable, (again distinctly auf Zürich) macaroons from Café Sprüngli for the folks in Den Haag.