G’day Tim,
Just thinking about these blokes who have problems after retirement…it can’t be that bad surely…surely Victor Mildrew from One Foot In The Grave had more problems, and he seemed to handle them one way or another.
Enjoying the show, and looking forward to hearing you again tomorrow, and whenever you’re on next…didn’t you say a couple weeks ago that you wouldn’t be back until Christmas…we can scratch that one.
Regards,
Samuel Gordon-Stewart
Canberra
October 5th, 2006 at 11:30am
Well that was an odd day if ever I’ve had one. I had the day off from work to take care of some personal comittments which I needed to deal with (truth be told, I wasn’t expecting my contract to be renewed in the temp role I’m currently employed in, and today would have been my first day after the contract, so I had some things planned to take up a couple days until I was in another temp role). I didn’t get to the computer until a bit before 10:30, which is when I noticed that all hell had broken loose in the comments, this was followed by the loss of an online friend (John B1_B5), emails from about five people claiming that I was a hypocrite for not dealing with the comments earlier, and a lot of heavy contemplating of things.
It’s actually quite funny that, during a cup of tea, I was thinking about how it must be about a year since I met John B1_B5 in person at Mike Frame’s Erindale appearance with the 2CC Kingswood, I thought about it for a while, but was constantly distracted by thinking about what had happened between contributors on this blog.
I ended up having a bit of an outing which took my mind off things for a while, and then had lunch, and by this time I had composed my thoughts a bit and thought I should clear things up by republishing the deleted comments.
Things started to look up a bit after this, to start with the comments on other sites about the incident seemed to die down a bit, and people started to talk again here. Then I thought again about how it must be nearly a year since Framey’s Kingswood show at Erindale…and so I checked the archives to see what happened on this day, and straight after that I was on the phone to Framey to inform him that is indeed a year to the day. It’s a funny coincidence that John B1_B5 leaves on the “anniversary” of the time we met in person, and it’s even funnier that John was the first caller to 2CC’s drive show today, while I was the last.
A little bit later I took Nattie for her evening walk, we were just walking past the Reid Tennis Courts when a small black poodle came over to us. The poodle did not appear to have an owner (or an aide as I call them…you really don’t own a dog) nearby, but it did have a collar with a nametag, after a few moments of Nattie and the poodle meeting each other, I was able to gain the trust of the poodle and get hold of the collar…the poodle was not interested in staying still though, so I picked it up and went to the nearest bench, tied Nattie up momentarily (Nattie was very excited, and a bit jealous that this dog was getting carried and she wasn’t) and checked the name tag for an address.
I couldn’t find an address, but there was a phone number, and from memory the dog’s name was Tammy. I decided that it would be best to abandon the walk, take both Nattie and Tammy home, and ring the number on the tag to arrange the safe return of Tammy to her home, however it was around this time that I noticed a car had come from the same general direction as Tammy, and had been sitting at an intersection for a while for no apparent reason…I decided to take a chance and see if the person in the car lives with Tammy. As Nattie, Tammy and I walked over towards the car, the driver’s side door opened, and after a few moments and a brief discussion, I was able to establish that the man in the car (Tony), was Tammy’s “owner”, so I handed Tammy over, and they went home. After this, Nattie and I continued our walkies.
Tammy, for the record, is a lovely little friendly six month old black poodle.
It was not long after this that I started thinking about the words of dubious astrologer but great philosopher, Jonathan Cainer, in his forecast for my star sign today:
Let those amongst you who have no salacious skeletons in your own closets write the first gossip column.’ Or something like that. We all love to judge. We none of us like to be judged. Yet how often do we put ourselves in other people’s shoes or acknowledge our own failings before we criticise others? You are in the process of doing something very laudable now. Who knows how long you can manage to continue being this wise? But while the mood lasts, you may yet work some real wonders.
I do tend to be a bit sceptical about fortune tellers and people of that ilk, but I do have to admit to believing in some elements of fortune telling…it’s probably not fair of me to call Jonathan a dubious astrologer…he obviously believes strongly in what he does, and I have to admit that, in hindsight, a lot of what he says he eerily relevant to my activites of the day in question. If anything, it is a lot of other astrologers who should be called dubious, with their consistent daily babbling about how “you might have a holiday soon”…at the very least, Jonathan deserves credit for creativity…and as I said, he does have a habit of being eerily relevant.
But I digress…his comments were quite thought provoking, and I dare say he may be right.
Anyway, at the end of this day (whoops, it’s already over…it’s a new day already), I think the song “End Of The Line” by The Traveling Wilburys is appropriate:
Well it’s all right, ridin’ around in the breeze
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please
Well it’s all right, doin’ the best you can
Well it’s all right, as long as you lend a hand
You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring
(At the end of the line)
Waiting for someone to tell you everything
(At the end of the line)
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring
(At the end of the line)
Maybe a diamond ring
Well it’s all right, even if they say you’re wrong
Well it’s all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it’s all right, as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well it’s all right, everyday is judgement day
Maybe somewhere down the road aways
(At the end of the line)
Youll think of me, and wonder where I am these days
(At the end of the line)
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays
(At the end of the line)
Purple haze
Well it’s all right, even when push comes to shove
Well it’s all right, if you got someone to love
Well it’s all right, everything’ll work out fine
Well it’s all right, we’re goin’ to the end of the line
Don’t have to be ashamed of the car I drive
(At the end of the line)
I’m just glad to be here, happy to be alive
(At the end of the line)
It don’t matter if you’re by my side
(At the end of the line)
I’m satisfied
Well it’s all right, even if you’re old and grey
Well it’s all right, you still got something to say
Well it’s all right, remember to live and let live
Well it’s all right, the best you can do is forgive
Well it’s all right, ridin’ around in the breeze
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please
Well it’s all right, even if the sun don’t shine
Well it’s all right, we’re going to the end of the line
Samuel
October 5th, 2006 at 12:21am