Sunday Sessions - Karma

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Sunday Sessions: one new, one old.  Pay close attention to the lyrics - they are very appropriate.





Karma is not a bitch - it is an bitch punishment system. And I am sitting watching their web of lies all unravel before me. This is the best entertainment I've had in ages. And I haven't had to say a word, they have tumbled their little house of cards all by their childish, spiteful, nasty little selves. And everyone is talking about it. It isn't pleasant when you get caught out in all your little lies, is it ladies? How does it feel to be so despised by so many? Hmmm?



Running no more. Sitting back enjoying the sideshow. Bahahahahahahahahahaha...

Happy Australia Day! Oi Oi Oi...

I was going to delve into the greeting card poet recesses of my mind today, but after sitting on Google I discovered I could not say it better than Manjit Boparai:

So many times the chant of "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oi oi oi" has been used to stir up the fires of racial disharmony, so it is wonderful to see this unique take on the chant. Wish I could have found a You Tube version to link, but it appears all have been removed. And apologies on the quality but it is the best I can do.

On a lighter note however, what do you think of these? Still true or obsolete in our amazing mish-mash of multiculturalism of today's Australia?

He looks like an ex of mine in my stupid stage of development.


And:

I just want to know where they found the drawing of moi in my 1970/80's heyday! I even owned the faux fur topped uggies...

Please leave a comment if you can. I am feeling very alone in here nowadays and echoes just don't keep you company in blog reality.

Sunday Sessions - Old Friends

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I have had a wonderful weekend. Yesterday was spent with some old friends from my Uni days, and their children who I last saw as babies. The great thing was the instant rapport that leapt into being between my Boy 1 and their Boy 1, my Boy 2 and their Boy 2. Laughter rang from our table at both ends, young and old. A friendship hopefully to last as ours has, over miles, years and differing paths.

To celebrate I give you this one:



See the big bloke who features in this? Yep, that's one of my dear friends who was here. And yes, he is absolutely lovely. One of the most endearing people I have ever had the chance to meet. Then again, he is married to one of the most gorgeous women on this planet (who I happpened to go to Uni with many moons ago). Yes, I haz famous friends!

And then today some other friends from my childhood (who we only saw a week ago on our hols, but loved seeing them here again) unexpectedly came to visit. They rang last night whilst the others were here and we leapt at the chance to have them come up. Another day of laughter, fun, frivolity and friendship. Great weekend.

This one is for them - an old favourite.




You are a balm to my wounded soul - all of you. Loved it, really loved it!

Inner Peace.

A dear, dear friend of mine sent this to me today. I am posting it in the hope it may bring some inner calm to you.

Subject: Finishing Things

I sincerely hope this will be of some use to you. I am passing this on because it definitely worked for me today, and with what is happening, we all could probably use more calm in our lives. A doctor on tv this morning said the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started. Such a true declaration and one we know deep down but usually ignore. It hit home for me today with the chaos in my life and the world around me in turmoil.



So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished. I am determined to follow through and am updating this as I go, ticking each thing off my list.

Here goes...

I have managed to finish off a bottle of Merlot,
a bottle of Chardonnay,
a bodle of Baileys,
a butle of wum,
a pockage of Prungles,
tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valiuminun scriptins,
the res of the chesescke
an a box a chocletz.

Yu haf no idr how bludy fablus I feel rite now. Plaese sned dhis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov iennr pisss. An telum,u blody luvum.!! Xxx