Jesus H. Christ.
Bloody got sick again. Another bloody round of the bloody flu. No fair.
Been laying on the sofa for days with a rug over me, a jar of Vicks to sniff and 4 seasons of Supernatural to keep me company.
The good news is, no-one's started world war 3 (unless I slept through that news bulletin) and I seem to be on the mend at last.
Got some pictures somewhere to blog but my enfeebled brain can't find them. Next week.
Showing posts with label Sick Note. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sick Note. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Fucking flu
(Live from the sofa)
Jesus H. Christ.
No sooner had I left off writhing about in pain and an unseemly fashion than I was struck down by the Dreaded Lurgy. A proper Lurgy not the ManLurgy! Thought I'd escaped the lurgy this winter then some swine sneezed at me in the pub.
Several packets of antibiotics later and I'm out of bed again, my face has stopped throbbing and I'm no longer fondly contemplating an early death.
The photo above is not my sofa. It's Sorrento House at Empire Bay, remodelled and complete. Thank yer, Craig.
Got a stack of photos on the other computer of it in the building process, with its cladding off and its chimney stack showing. The other computer seems very far away. You'll have to hold yer breath.
Christchurch
Apart from mass attacks of gastro and nippy nights camped on their front lawns and stuff, the Kiwis of Christchurch got off pretty lightly compared to that Haiti quake which was apparently the same size. But they did have a nasty big after-shock. And I was gonna say something else about their quake but my brain has conked out.
"Devastatingly vicious" aftershock rocks Christchurch (SMH, includes video links)
NZ Herald: Quake articles, photos & links
Shaking Maps (NZ's quake watch site)
The quake on Wiki (includes NZ's quake history)
NZ is roughly the size of Japan or the UK (Britain) including all of Ireland or California plus half of Oregon. Its entire population is about 4,400,000 (Sydney's population is 4,500,000). Christchurch is NZ's seond largest city and has about 380,000 people.
Where the hell is New Zealand anyways? (mappage)
NZ from space (pretty)
Major towns & cities of NZ (Christchurch marked)
Vic floods
Some of those poor bastards who copped it in the Black Saturday bushfires are now under flood. Fucking hell.
New threat after floods: disease (includes video)
Bloody Blogger
The no-click weirdness continues on posts. It seems to lick in after a day or two so either be very quick making comments or make them on older posts like this one. I get a comments alert thingo.
Okay, that's it from me for now. My head is throbbing again and I'm desperate for my dinner.
Jesus H. Christ.
No sooner had I left off writhing about in pain and an unseemly fashion than I was struck down by the Dreaded Lurgy. A proper Lurgy not the ManLurgy! Thought I'd escaped the lurgy this winter then some swine sneezed at me in the pub.
Several packets of antibiotics later and I'm out of bed again, my face has stopped throbbing and I'm no longer fondly contemplating an early death.
The photo above is not my sofa. It's Sorrento House at Empire Bay, remodelled and complete. Thank yer, Craig.
Got a stack of photos on the other computer of it in the building process, with its cladding off and its chimney stack showing. The other computer seems very far away. You'll have to hold yer breath.
Christchurch
Apart from mass attacks of gastro and nippy nights camped on their front lawns and stuff, the Kiwis of Christchurch got off pretty lightly compared to that Haiti quake which was apparently the same size. But they did have a nasty big after-shock. And I was gonna say something else about their quake but my brain has conked out.
"Devastatingly vicious" aftershock rocks Christchurch (SMH, includes video links)
NZ Herald: Quake articles, photos & links
Shaking Maps (NZ's quake watch site)
The quake on Wiki (includes NZ's quake history)
NZ is roughly the size of Japan or the UK (Britain) including all of Ireland or California plus half of Oregon. Its entire population is about 4,400,000 (Sydney's population is 4,500,000). Christchurch is NZ's seond largest city and has about 380,000 people.
Where the hell is New Zealand anyways? (mappage)
NZ from space (pretty)
Major towns & cities of NZ (Christchurch marked)
Vic floods
Some of those poor bastards who copped it in the Black Saturday bushfires are now under flood. Fucking hell.
New threat after floods: disease (includes video)
Bloody Blogger
The no-click weirdness continues on posts. It seems to lick in after a day or two so either be very quick making comments or make them on older posts like this one. I get a comments alert thingo.
Okay, that's it from me for now. My head is throbbing again and I'm desperate for my dinner.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Still bloody crook
(Sick note #244)
Boring shit
Still bloody crook. Laying in a sunny window resting after all that writhing in pain last week. This being crook shit is fucking boring.
Weird shit
Everything works when I log in but when I just go to the front page of my blog I can't click on any of the links, not even the comments link. Never happens visiting anyone else's blog. Very weird. Far too weird to figure out right now.
Fun with links
Boganpedia (What bogans are)
Uncyclopedia "WARNING! This article is designed to offend.
If you are not offended by it, please edit it so that you will be in the future."
Boring shit
Still bloody crook. Laying in a sunny window resting after all that writhing in pain last week. This being crook shit is fucking boring.
Weird shit
Everything works when I log in but when I just go to the front page of my blog I can't click on any of the links, not even the comments link. Never happens visiting anyone else's blog. Very weird. Far too weird to figure out right now.
Fun with links
Boganpedia (What bogans are)
Uncyclopedia "WARNING! This article is designed to offend.
If you are not offended by it, please edit it so that you will be in the future."
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Sick Note #243
Argh!
Lovely winter's day in Woy Woy. Sun's been out all day. Could be outside running round enjoying myself. Instead, I've been groaning in bed clutching the guts since yesterday. My stupid poo tubes are having another hissy fit. I am not amused.
Gone
The wee house on the right is gone now. Couple of weeks back I think but I kept forgetting. Pity. Twin houses are fun. But Lefty's still there.
They It is at Parks Bay, just across the water (and the railway tracks) from Woy Woy. Head out from Woy Woy going along Brisbane Water Drive towards Gosford. As soon as you get through the lights and past the pub, take a squiz to yer left and you'll see it as soon as you get to the railway bridge. Which is always sooner than you think it will be.
Local linkage
Winter floraland and the Bluetongue footy fixtures in this month's ferry newsletter.
Ta, Michael, for the heads up about the comments thingo disappearing from the last post. All my sidebar stuff is down the bottom of the page too. Fuck knows what that's about. I think that happened once before then came good. Anyways, I'm way too tired to work it out today. Comments are still working on this post.
I'm going back to bed with a hot-water bottle and the remote.
Lovely winter's day in Woy Woy. Sun's been out all day. Could be outside running round enjoying myself. Instead, I've been groaning in bed clutching the guts since yesterday. My stupid poo tubes are having another hissy fit. I am not amused.
Gone
The wee house on the right is gone now. Couple of weeks back I think but I kept forgetting. Pity. Twin houses are fun. But Lefty's still there.
Local linkage
Winter floraland and the Bluetongue footy fixtures in this month's ferry newsletter.
Ta, Michael, for the heads up about the comments thingo disappearing from the last post. All my sidebar stuff is down the bottom of the page too. Fuck knows what that's about. I think that happened once before then came good. Anyways, I'm way too tired to work it out today. Comments are still working on this post.
I'm going back to bed with a hot-water bottle and the remote.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
In with the cool kids
Straylya is now officially one of the cool kids. We now have a girl Prime Minister.
Went to bed last night with K-Rudd stating rather tensely that he was PM and PM he was bloody well going to stay, and woke up to the sound of Our Julia being declared winner of the overnight power struggle.
Um, okay. Yeah. Righto. Sorry to see you go, Kev. Ta very much for the Sorry and getting us out of the GFC recession so quick. Better luck next time. Hello Julia.
Gillard takes up PM role in Parliament (video)
Gillard becomes Australia's first female prime minister as tearful Rudd stands aside
Rudders...not proud of blubbing (poor love, more video)
How world reports Gillard's ascension
Poo Tubes re-visited
As Stevo pointed out, I forgot to mention the dunny cart man when I blogged the Poo Tubes.
Read all about him:
Talking Heads
Dunny cart lanes
Pommy Town
Ettalong - vastly different in the 40s and 50s
(By the way, Stevo, the new blog format is looking good.)
Great Woy Woy Tea Cosy Showcase
No photos sorry, Erica. But a couple of mates send this report: popped round from pub, had a scone with jam and cream (yum), looked at the tea cosies (very nice and, um, warm), enjoyed the winter sun, returned to pub.
Where the bloody hell am I?
Still crook. Absolutely buggered. Utterly lacking in motivation to do more than totter round the block a few times and collapse back on the sofa.
Seeing a lot more of the telly than I usually do. Very much enjoying Dirty Jobs, Breaking the Magician's Code and that one with Stephen Fry where he stands on a sandbar at the beginning. And Good News Week and Dr Who of course. Long time Dr Who addict. And when the fuck are they gonna put Supernatural back on? I need my Padalecki and Ackles fix.
Anyways, I'll be back when I'm back. I'll pop round my blogroll before then but. Takes less energy.
Ta very much for all the nice get well comments.
Went to bed last night with K-Rudd stating rather tensely that he was PM and PM he was bloody well going to stay, and woke up to the sound of Our Julia being declared winner of the overnight power struggle.
Um, okay. Yeah. Righto. Sorry to see you go, Kev. Ta very much for the Sorry and getting us out of the GFC recession so quick. Better luck next time. Hello Julia.
Gillard takes up PM role in Parliament (video)
Gillard becomes Australia's first female prime minister as tearful Rudd stands aside
Rudders...not proud of blubbing (poor love, more video)
How world reports Gillard's ascension
Poo Tubes re-visited
As Stevo pointed out, I forgot to mention the dunny cart man when I blogged the Poo Tubes.
Read all about him:
Talking Heads
Dunny cart lanes
Pommy Town
Ettalong - vastly different in the 40s and 50s
(By the way, Stevo, the new blog format is looking good.)
Great Woy Woy Tea Cosy Showcase
No photos sorry, Erica. But a couple of mates send this report: popped round from pub, had a scone with jam and cream (yum), looked at the tea cosies (very nice and, um, warm), enjoyed the winter sun, returned to pub.
Where the bloody hell am I?
Still crook. Absolutely buggered. Utterly lacking in motivation to do more than totter round the block a few times and collapse back on the sofa.
Seeing a lot more of the telly than I usually do. Very much enjoying Dirty Jobs, Breaking the Magician's Code and that one with Stephen Fry where he stands on a sandbar at the beginning. And Good News Week and Dr Who of course. Long time Dr Who addict. And when the fuck are they gonna put Supernatural back on? I need my Padalecki and Ackles fix.
Anyways, I'll be back when I'm back. I'll pop round my blogroll before then but. Takes less energy.
Ta very much for all the nice get well comments.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Poo tubes
(Where the fuck have I been all this time?)
See that red circle at the left edge of map? Just along that road a bit are the sewerage farm and the tip (garbage dumping place). I woulda put them into the map exactly where they were but it was either do a new map with an extra bit down that side then have a nice long lay down or post this map and actually fucking update the blog already.
The yellow bits are the main road, the grey bits are the shops, the row of black dots is the railway line, the other dotty bits are the main beaches and the green bits are parks and reserves and wetlands. And the blue lines are creeks. Unless they're really straight in which case they're drains that used to be creeks.
Round the streets of Woy Woy and all the other places I walk, I see council workers fixing roads, electricity company workers getting branches off powerlines after the wind, Telstra workers putting in new phone lines and fiddling about down holes with PMG covers, the garbos in their truck picking up the bins, and stuff like that.
All stuff that makes a town tick. It happens all around us every day and we hardly notice it.
But we'd be stuffed without it. Civilisation is supposed to be 2 hot meals from breakdown. I reckon it's more like a week with the sewerage backed up. Gazundas and latrines just wouldn't cut it in urban society. We'd be rioting in the streets.
Anyways. This post was inspired by something I overheard on the train from a bloke who laid sewerage pipes for a living. He was talking specifically about Woy Woy and other local towns. This is the gist of what he said:
Where you've got yer older suburbs and towns, like Woy Woy, you've got an older sewerage system.
Under a given road there's a sewerage line and into it empties the sewerage lines from each house.
All well and good.
But then you get one of these places where some developer knocks down an old house. The old house had one sewerage line servicing one or two loos (toilets), a couple of adults, 2.4 kids and the Christmas influx of aunts and uncles and cousins. Up they all get in the morning, flush the loo and off to work and school.
Now that house is knocked down and half a dozen units are slapped up in its place. Half a dozen units each with one or two adults and maybe the 2.4 kids and the Christmas influx of aunts and uncles and cousins. That's 6 to 12 adults, 2.4 to 14.4 kids and 6 Christmas influxes of aunts and uncles and cousins.
And up they all get in the morning, flush the loo and off to work and school. Except the main sewerage line under the street, the one that carries it all away, hasn't usually been upgraded to carry the extra load.
So, in conclusion, old streets have narrow poo tubes. And there's other stuff like water pipes bringing clean water in that can be pretty old and need flushing out and replacing etc. We had that recently in Woy Woy. I escaped the worst but Stevo copped it.
The point of this post is just to say ta to all the blokes (and chicks) who fix the poo tubes and so on.
Collection of Lost Things
All my old St. John's photos
I've been collected again. Over at a fun Aunty project called Lost Places.
It's essentially my Gone set of photos writ large and with the whole country doing it. Pop over for a gander.
Local linkage
Craig wants to hear from locals about Empire House at Empire Bay.
Fabulous and fabulously named collection of Woy Woyan and Gosford area memorabilia and photos at Gostalgia. Ta very kindly for the linkage, Michael. Hope to fuck I got your link right this time.
Where the fuck have I been for the last 2 months?
Crook. Sick. Buggered. Stuffed. Bit of trouble with my own poo tubes. Gross symptoms. Let's not go there.
Spent most of it sleeping it off then, for the last couple of weeks, dozing on the sofa with the remote. Saw that thing where that guy died wheelie-bin surfing down Kingsview Drive/Lone Pine Avenue (the high steep bit is Kingsview, the long straight bit is Lone Pine) and watched 16-year-old Jessica Whatsit sail in through the heads after a lone trip round the world in a pink boat.
Still crook but managed a shuffle round the block every day this week so things are looking up again.
Okay. That's zonked me out for the day. Off back to the sofa with a blanket and a nice big cuppa tea. See you again soon-ish.
See that red circle at the left edge of map? Just along that road a bit are the sewerage farm and the tip (garbage dumping place). I woulda put them into the map exactly where they were but it was either do a new map with an extra bit down that side then have a nice long lay down or post this map and actually fucking update the blog already.
The yellow bits are the main road, the grey bits are the shops, the row of black dots is the railway line, the other dotty bits are the main beaches and the green bits are parks and reserves and wetlands. And the blue lines are creeks. Unless they're really straight in which case they're drains that used to be creeks.
Round the streets of Woy Woy and all the other places I walk, I see council workers fixing roads, electricity company workers getting branches off powerlines after the wind, Telstra workers putting in new phone lines and fiddling about down holes with PMG covers, the garbos in their truck picking up the bins, and stuff like that.
All stuff that makes a town tick. It happens all around us every day and we hardly notice it.
But we'd be stuffed without it. Civilisation is supposed to be 2 hot meals from breakdown. I reckon it's more like a week with the sewerage backed up. Gazundas and latrines just wouldn't cut it in urban society. We'd be rioting in the streets.
Anyways. This post was inspired by something I overheard on the train from a bloke who laid sewerage pipes for a living. He was talking specifically about Woy Woy and other local towns. This is the gist of what he said:
Where you've got yer older suburbs and towns, like Woy Woy, you've got an older sewerage system.
Under a given road there's a sewerage line and into it empties the sewerage lines from each house.
All well and good.
But then you get one of these places where some developer knocks down an old house. The old house had one sewerage line servicing one or two loos (toilets), a couple of adults, 2.4 kids and the Christmas influx of aunts and uncles and cousins. Up they all get in the morning, flush the loo and off to work and school.
Now that house is knocked down and half a dozen units are slapped up in its place. Half a dozen units each with one or two adults and maybe the 2.4 kids and the Christmas influx of aunts and uncles and cousins. That's 6 to 12 adults, 2.4 to 14.4 kids and 6 Christmas influxes of aunts and uncles and cousins.
And up they all get in the morning, flush the loo and off to work and school. Except the main sewerage line under the street, the one that carries it all away, hasn't usually been upgraded to carry the extra load.
So, in conclusion, old streets have narrow poo tubes. And there's other stuff like water pipes bringing clean water in that can be pretty old and need flushing out and replacing etc. We had that recently in Woy Woy. I escaped the worst but Stevo copped it.
The point of this post is just to say ta to all the blokes (and chicks) who fix the poo tubes and so on.
Collection of Lost Things
All my old St. John's photos
I've been collected again. Over at a fun Aunty project called Lost Places.
It's essentially my Gone set of photos writ large and with the whole country doing it. Pop over for a gander.
Local linkage
Craig wants to hear from locals about Empire House at Empire Bay.
Fabulous and fabulously named collection of Woy Woyan and Gosford area memorabilia and photos at Gostalgia. Ta very kindly for the linkage, Michael. Hope to fuck I got your link right this time.
Where the fuck have I been for the last 2 months?
Crook. Sick. Buggered. Stuffed. Bit of trouble with my own poo tubes. Gross symptoms. Let's not go there.
Spent most of it sleeping it off then, for the last couple of weeks, dozing on the sofa with the remote. Saw that thing where that guy died wheelie-bin surfing down Kingsview Drive/Lone Pine Avenue (the high steep bit is Kingsview, the long straight bit is Lone Pine) and watched 16-year-old Jessica Whatsit sail in through the heads after a lone trip round the world in a pink boat.
Still crook but managed a shuffle round the block every day this week so things are looking up again.
Okay. That's zonked me out for the day. Off back to the sofa with a blanket and a nice big cuppa tea. See you again soon-ish.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Hairy maps of Tassie
Rambling
This is actually a sick note but I thought I'd enliven it with a title from a visitor to the Ducktionary. When you get a stats thingy on yer blog, you can go in and have a gander at how people got to you and what search terms the random visitors used. Like "hairy map of Tassie".
Ducktionary's visitors' favourites:
tracky daks
guest of her majesty
sausage sanger
And, in a short-lived burst of energy, I added The Illustrated Ducktionary. From little things slightly bigger things grow, to misquote Kev Carmody.
Great Manly Debate Part 2
Michael popped up to the look-out at Gerrin Point for us. Well, slogged really. There's outdoor stairs and crap and we've been having a parting shot from summer over the last week or so. Hot sunny days. Thank yer kindly, Michael, for services to Coasties.
Michael's Gerrin Point photos
To get to my point
So anyways, this sick note. I am buggered. Too much pain lately on top of too much family-related angst. Have been up this morning since fucking 4 A-fucking-M. Again.
It's now fucking 10AM and I've been slaughtering typos and deleting circular sentences and random irrelevancies in this post for about 3 hours. Might be time to give up and lay on the sofa for a week with a stack of DVDs. Call it two weeks, just to be on the safe side. Which is ... the start of April. Might be back before that but don't put money on it.
P.S.
I am not nearly dead, ta for asking. I get emails from lurkers every now and then asking if I've got something fatal. Much appreciated emails BTW but don't worry about me popping off.
This is actually a sick note but I thought I'd enliven it with a title from a visitor to the Ducktionary. When you get a stats thingy on yer blog, you can go in and have a gander at how people got to you and what search terms the random visitors used. Like "hairy map of Tassie".
Ducktionary's visitors' favourites:
tracky daks
guest of her majesty
sausage sanger
And, in a short-lived burst of energy, I added The Illustrated Ducktionary. From little things slightly bigger things grow, to misquote Kev Carmody.
Great Manly Debate Part 2
Michael popped up to the look-out at Gerrin Point for us. Well, slogged really. There's outdoor stairs and crap and we've been having a parting shot from summer over the last week or so. Hot sunny days. Thank yer kindly, Michael, for services to Coasties.
Michael's Gerrin Point photos
To get to my point
So anyways, this sick note. I am buggered. Too much pain lately on top of too much family-related angst. Have been up this morning since fucking 4 A-fucking-M. Again.
It's now fucking 10AM and I've been slaughtering typos and deleting circular sentences and random irrelevancies in this post for about 3 hours. Might be time to give up and lay on the sofa for a week with a stack of DVDs. Call it two weeks, just to be on the safe side. Which is ... the start of April. Might be back before that but don't put money on it.
P.S.
I am not nearly dead, ta for asking. I get emails from lurkers every now and then asking if I've got something fatal. Much appreciated emails BTW but don't worry about me popping off.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
It's back
Today's dust storm is mostly clear now. The sky's a sort of weak blue round the edges but otherwise clear. It was pretty mild today compared to Wednesday's red dawn, just a white-grey haze at six, like a slightly dirty fog. Made me sneeze and itch though when I took the garbage out and it didn't smell great.
Brizzie copped it again too and New Zealand copped Wednesday's dust on Friday.
Embiggen satellite image
Wednesday's dust made world headlines and the bastard could be seen on satellite stretching from Cape York to Sydney. Cape York is the pointy bit at top of Australia. NASA put it at 3,500 kays (2,170 miles) and it grounded water-bomber choppers fighting Queensland bushfires. The air quality was clocked at 15,000+ grotty bits per something or other. A normal day is 20 grotty bits and a bushfire makes 500 grotty bits. Fark.
Pop over to the Department of Environment, Climate Change and Water for air quality updates. Or just stay home and have the phone sex.
Sex Degrees of Separation
Everybody's doing it. Calculating how many people they've indirectly shagged. I got 13 million. Hope they were all hot.
Sex calculator
Ugh
Going back to the sofa with a pillow and the remote. Buggered after a month of half-sick half-not crapulence. Normal services will resume shortly.
Brizzie copped it again too and New Zealand copped Wednesday's dust on Friday.
Embiggen satellite image
Wednesday's dust made world headlines and the bastard could be seen on satellite stretching from Cape York to Sydney. Cape York is the pointy bit at top of Australia. NASA put it at 3,500 kays (2,170 miles) and it grounded water-bomber choppers fighting Queensland bushfires. The air quality was clocked at 15,000+ grotty bits per something or other. A normal day is 20 grotty bits and a bushfire makes 500 grotty bits. Fark.
Pop over to the Department of Environment, Climate Change and Water for air quality updates. Or just stay home and have the phone sex.
Sex Degrees of Separation
Everybody's doing it. Calculating how many people they've indirectly shagged. I got 13 million. Hope they were all hot.
Sex calculator
Ugh
Going back to the sofa with a pillow and the remote. Buggered after a month of half-sick half-not crapulence. Normal services will resume shortly.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Good luck for your life
Bloody guts are playing up something cruel. Couldn't possibly have anything to do with how wasted I got over Mardi Gras. Have spent most of the week stretched out on the sofa whimpering with a bucket handy.
Wanted to blog the march-through on Saturday by our boys and girls in bell-bottoms but tottered into Sydney too late. Did have an entertaining time though standing on a corner rating naval crumpet as it went into the pub.
50 million
Peaceful demo in Belmore Park in Sydney on Saturday, English part says "Support 50 Million Who Have Quit the Chinese Communist Party"
50 million Chinese citizens have torn up their communist party membership, making it clear they do not support the current Chinese government.
This is a good thing.
English part says "SuJaiTun: The Auschwitz in China"
It's also pretty risky, even when everyone else is doing it. The communist government is pretty fucking scary. People get disappeared or shipped off to "re-education" camps for some incredibly petty reasons. Under those circumstances, saying I don't want you to your government is brave.
A Greens senator supporting the demonstrators
To Chinese people, good luck for your life.
Wanted to blog the march-through on Saturday by our boys and girls in bell-bottoms but tottered into Sydney too late. Did have an entertaining time though standing on a corner rating naval crumpet as it went into the pub.
50 million
Peaceful demo in Belmore Park in Sydney on Saturday, English part says "Support 50 Million Who Have Quit the Chinese Communist Party"
50 million Chinese citizens have torn up their communist party membership, making it clear they do not support the current Chinese government.
This is a good thing.
English part says "SuJaiTun: The Auschwitz in China"
It's also pretty risky, even when everyone else is doing it. The communist government is pretty fucking scary. People get disappeared or shipped off to "re-education" camps for some incredibly petty reasons. Under those circumstances, saying I don't want you to your government is brave.
A Greens senator supporting the demonstrators
To Chinese people, good luck for your life.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Bugger this for a laugh
Spent yesterday in bed. Still feeling like I've gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, yacking up gross stuff, coughing so hard I forget my own name. Stupid flu aftermath.
Embiggen
On the up side, I tottered down to the beach today and laid there in the sun for a couple of hours.
Mailbag
I have a young family and am looking at moving to the central coast, maybe Umina direction. ...I am not overly familiar with the area, but Woy Woy gets lots of bad press amongst the Sydney-siders.
Is it really that bad? Having driven up there once or twice it doesn’t appear to be so….and reading your blog it appears you never got mugged, stabbed, robbed, etc. I guess I am looking for an honest local opinion. Would appreciate your thoughts.
Don't believe everything you read on the telly.
Woy Woy is safe. Naturally we got a few nutters and fuckwits and road collapses but so has every town, including Sydney. Bad news about Woy Woy sticks in the mind because of the memorable name. And because only bad news is reported.
Little old ladies are safe here. Fuckwits who lurk on the beach with an open beer and an attitude get punched by other fuckwits. They're not often active, it's a big beach and there's usually lifesavers on duty*. Housing prices are going up not down. They don't go up in unsafe places.
Bring the kiddies up for the weekend and have a look. You'll love it.
Snippets
Council risks second road collapse - scary cracked culvert photo of Pearl Beach Drive
Aboriginal place names
Righto. I'm off to bed with a couple of hotties called Whisky and Lemon.
* Swim between the flags and all that.
Embiggen
On the up side, I tottered down to the beach today and laid there in the sun for a couple of hours.
Mailbag
I have a young family and am looking at moving to the central coast, maybe Umina direction. ...I am not overly familiar with the area, but Woy Woy gets lots of bad press amongst the Sydney-siders.
Is it really that bad? Having driven up there once or twice it doesn’t appear to be so….and reading your blog it appears you never got mugged, stabbed, robbed, etc. I guess I am looking for an honest local opinion. Would appreciate your thoughts.
Don't believe everything you read on the telly.
Woy Woy is safe. Naturally we got a few nutters and fuckwits and road collapses but so has every town, including Sydney. Bad news about Woy Woy sticks in the mind because of the memorable name. And because only bad news is reported.
Little old ladies are safe here. Fuckwits who lurk on the beach with an open beer and an attitude get punched by other fuckwits. They're not often active, it's a big beach and there's usually lifesavers on duty*. Housing prices are going up not down. They don't go up in unsafe places.
Bring the kiddies up for the weekend and have a look. You'll love it.
Snippets
Council risks second road collapse - scary cracked culvert photo of Pearl Beach Drive
Aboriginal place names
Righto. I'm off to bed with a couple of hotties called Whisky and Lemon.
* Swim between the flags and all that.
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