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I have been missing of late, the computer having been taken control of by small green aliens my son to complete his diabolical assignment that is driving me to drink coffee and sew small furry creatures out of felt. Yes, soon I will be surrounded by all of the usual woodland creatures and then some not thought up in a stitchers worst nightmare. Purple polka dot ponies really should have wings or

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Feral Beast has another assignment due, computer has been taken over, updates will be a tad late until my brain works again.Have taken to drinking coffee....with MILK again.Send chocolate ...please?

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I've been tripping out all over a certain popular meeting application online - think about it and you'll figure it out - where I've reconnected with long lost cousins (8 so far and counting), found some who'd been hidden from us (Gawd, that makes us sounds like a cult....ahem) and a 3rd cousin who could pass for Feral Beast's identical twin. No, we're not from deepest, darkest Tassie, we do not

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1905 The King Edward Barracks in Christchurch, which did service as town hall, dance hall and all-rounder for each civic turn out, was begun to be built, with the industrious chippies and builders finishing the job in 25 days. Can't get workers like that these days! For a pic of it being built click HERE. Some items Feral Beast unearthed in his studies today. I imagine most of you will feel as

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Am slightly bemused after the finale of Torchwood last night (am writing this, as always, the night before so you're getting a fresh impression). Is it the final ever finale of Torchwood? If that was the intention it would be a perfect swan song. But Russell T. Davies is determined to keep us all guessing by having announced series 4 of Torchwood is ready to go. Go where, exactly, Russ mate?!

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Am howling my eyes out as they Xxxxx  xx xxxxxx Xx  xx x Xxx xxx in Torchwood. *sob* Bastards. It's Cheer Up Day and Swimming Pool Day. Combine the two and make those emo kids smile, damn it, while they learn to swim in a hurry. Or chuck the Torchwood scriptwriters and Russell T. Davies in the deep end for tormenting us like this. It's National Diabetes Week 12th - 18th July. That might explain

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And if you look really, really closely.... You'll see that you can't actually see anything thanks to a well-placed X... LOL.

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For all your geography needs I give you.......... The Canada Jig Map!Click for larger image*Missing piece later found under the carpet LOL ! *

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Did you remember to watch Ned Kelly Uncovered?Would have been a rude awakening for the poor sod had he really been uncovered...somewhat akin to Captain Jack in Torchwood regenerating all nekkid and handcuffed and in full view...and nekkid...without clothes....nekkid....full frontal....handcuffed....did I mention he was without any covering?1040 Speaking of nekkid.... Lady Godiva traipsed her

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I love Australia and Australians. I love the grass roots level of politics where they can either make a complete balls up or get things perfectly right. Woke up this morning to hear that a small town's ban on bottled water went to the vote and the people spoke loud and clear ; the ban is official. Which has over-flowed (if you'll pardon the pun) to the NSW State Govt banning bottled water in

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 Mamma always swore by the powers of masking tape to stop those pesky limbs dropping off at the most inopportune moment.

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Have been catching little bits of Eastenders on UKTV - who or what is Babs Windsor's character marrying?! Nasty piece of work, that Archie, can we assume he gets his come-uppance soon-ish? Gawd, where's Brian with the goss when you need him! Colonel Mustard with the lead pipe in the alleyway, perhaps?  For the Mooning One known as JahTeh over at the Coppery WitchyPoo's place..... 1863 Tree

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Are the 2000's to become the new 1960's, where any building older than 5 mins was considered rubbish,  as Art Deco architecture seems to be in the firing line of the wrecker's ball? This chap is determined to obliterate his Art Deco house while the following two houses are in the process of being demolished for some *shudder* uber-modern angled concrete and steel contraptions that will stick out

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  Oh good, you're awake now. Come on, up off the floor, you can't lollygag about there all day. It's the Feast Day of St Peter the Hermit. You don't find that on resumes much these days; "past employment - Hermit". Pity that fun job was wasted on men back in the dim dark ages. I'd like to be a hermit. I hear the pay's lousy but all the pigeons you can eat.... 1872 Today saw the issue of the

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I often thought Volleyball was an under-rated sport in Oz; you know - not given enough media coverage, not enough funding, not glam enough to attract top sponsorship moolah, that sort of thing.Felt sorry for the athletes who obviously worked hard to represent Oz with little thanks thrown their way. But not any more.Nope, after being alerted to the way in which Oz Volleyball will go to ensure

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Oh, look! July 7th already....where did that sneak up from...? I shall ponder this puzzle as I trundle my way to Carnegie - probably darkening the doorstep of Scott only briefly on my travels - and enjoying the aroma of fresh coffee, Singapore noodles and hot pies wafting oh-so-delicately from the coffee shop outside Murrumbeena station whilst drooling not too subtly over the Porsche 911 a little

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Was reading The Hun about how kids are ripe for diabetes and strokes by the age of 14 (click HERE to read article) but, shhhh, don't tell anyone I mentioned it in case a rude reader has a hissy fit, again. On my daily walk from Oakleigh to Carnegie (oh noez. my stalker will figure out what suburb I live in. tsk) I inhaled so many delicious cooking smells - yes, at 9am- I swear I breathed in the

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It's Chocolate Day today!!!! Well....it's actually tomorrow but as there's nothing else happening and it's Chocolate! we're talking about here I figured we could probably do justice to the Chocolate! celebrations by spreading them out over 2 Chocolate! days. 1835 The wild white escapee, William Buckley, met up with Chocolate! John Batman and his mates at Indented Head in Port Phillip. 1923 The

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Having watched The Squiz last night - it makes me actually enjoy sport - I was impressed to hear former children's presenter chicky babe Charli offer to begin pole dancing. I think a large number of the male audience members were equally, if not more, impressed. And if you're not watching RocKwiz you're depriving yourself of a decent half hour before the Horlicks kicks in and the fluffy

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I bought a tractor. Yes, you could say it was an impulse buy...sort of. I had seen it advertised and was interested in looking at it more so I wandered on down to where it was parked and snapped it up. It's a 1947 Massey Ferguson, one of those cute little work-horses that never say die. You can see a pic of it HERE. I shall be clearing something, possibly The Spouse, out to make way for the

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Proof that the more things change the more they stay the same...especially when it comes to Melbourne's public transport...From The Argus, Saturday 3rd July, 1926So, Daniel, what are the service times of trams during peak hour these days...?It's Chocolate Wafer Day, so go dine on those yummy wafers!1850 Tired of wearing out their shoe leather they finally started work on NSW's first railway line

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One is considerably excited as one's Bois are arriving in Melbourne on July 17th. Yes, again! *Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee* One shall be galivanting all over the shop and behaving in a manner better suited to a tipsy groupie of somewhat younger years but, honestly, who gives a fat rats' clacker if I behave or not? One is planning one's social downfall (for the umpteenth time) in glorious

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For a giggle have a gander at LolCats take on the UteGate "scandal" HERE. Gotta love the feline journalist's comment " Do Not Want " to Malcolm's fauxmail email offer LOL !

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First day of the new financial year and every man and his dog went to town on this date in history. There was this, that, and the next thing happening blah blah blah *snore* so the MFE (Middle Finger Edit) has been applied yet again. 1794 Gov Hunter gave permission for convicts to be made into servants for landowners. No one asked the convicts what they thought of this. I'm sure a few preferred

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 Exciting times, dear reader! The chooks have almost cleaned up the weeds in the garden. The fur-baby canine has learnt to suffer the Dutch Ovening that happens when *someone* eats Granny Smith apples. And the eldest Fruit of My Loins has moved back home for a little while. 1849 Maori road workers in Evans went on strike, the first industrial action in Canterbury, due to the verbal abuse they

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