Hugo Where I Go

It had been one 'hell' of a week. (We speak figuratively, as there is no 'hell').

Julian had been told by a freind that her boy at school had stumbled upon boys 'playing' with boys in the boys toilets. He had 'told'. He was now threatened by these 'boys' with rape. They were 12.

Julian was aghast.

Another friend had just been told by her 45 year old son that he had been raped since he was 14 by the councillor that she was paying for. He only told because the men who did it had committed suicide by hanging. She was, understandably, devastated, and had a bad back.

On a lighter note, without making light, the school kid with parents who were still together thought that the other kids with split families had it better off. They got 3 bedrooms, one with mum, one with dad and one with mum's boyfriend, plus they got to enjoy 'bookclub' twice as both mum and dad let her join and buy. The kid with the parents was miffed.

Her brother brought home his reader for the week. The book that he had to read with his parents and they had to 'tick' his homework book. It was called 'Unwedding', and was about a family where the parents shouted at each other. They agreed to have an unwedding. At the unwedding they both said 'They Don't", and they all lived happily ever after.

I ask you, is this musical walk breaking down?

The Lion and the Unicorn

Or

"I'll believe in you if you believe in me"

The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said `Talk, child.'

Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: `Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!'

`Well, now that we have seen each other,' said the Unicorn, `if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?'

`Yes, if you like,' said Alice.

`Come, fetch out the plum-cake, old man!' the Unicorn went on, turning from her to the King. `None of your brown bread for me!'

`Certainly -- certainly!' the King muttered, and beckoned to Haigha. `Open the bag!' he whispered. `Quick! Not that one -- that's full of hay!'

Haigha took a large cake out of the bag, and gave it to Alice to hold, while he got out a dish and carving-knife. How they all came out of it Alice couldn't guess. It was just like a conjuring trick, she thought.

The Lion had joined them while this was going on: he looked very tired and sleepy, and his eyes were half shut. `What's this!' he said, blinking lazily at Alice, and speaking in a deep hollow tone that sounded like the tolling of a great bell.

`Ah, what is it, now?' the Unicorn cried eagerly. `You'll never guess! I couldn't.'

The Lion looked at Alice wearily. `Are you animal -- or vegetable -- or mineral?' he said, yawning at every other word.

`It's a fabulous monster!' the Unicorn cried out, before Alice could reply.

`Then hand round the plum-cake, Monster,' the Lion said, lying down and putting his chin on his paws. `And sit down, both of you,' (to the King and the Unicorn): `fair play with the cake, you know!'

When Julian was just a little kid, her mother was jailed for trying to help a friend abort a baby, with the use of hot baths. She didn't know the details. Julian went to live with her grandmother and her grandmothers poodle, Bobo. She didn't understand why, but in the manner of all little kids simply accepted that this was the way of life now. Kids don' t bemoan their fates, they simply get on with it. One of her favourite books at that time was 'Alice in Wonderland'. She read it and read it and read it again. She read it so much that one particular exercise at school had the teacher believing that she had the book on her lap.

"I want you all to write about your favourite books," she said. Julian started writing chapter one, 'Down the Rabbit Hole', and got about half way through the chapter from memory before it was time to stop.

The teacher read it and said, "Have you got the book on your lap."

Julian was impressed by that.

"No," she said.

Wild Edible Weeds of the World

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be it Australian, be it Japanese, be it French or be it Dutch. The list goes On.

Een Muzikale Wandeling

Een nog onbekende vertraging

And Once Upon A Time To Come

people had to swim to the raw food experience.

Next flood TBA

No-one is advised to rest on their laurels.

Twinnies and Me

Love.

True. Love.

"We love each other, do we."

Little kid on true love.

People Play in the Strangest Places. Strangely Empty Places.

Julian and William Walked (and walked and walked and walked) ...

William was walking Julian to Coogee from Tamarama, where William now lived. They were going to meet Tristan, a close relative. It was overcast and sprinked with light rain, on and off. Julian's legs were sore and she complained a little bit.
"What is this bit called," she asked.
"Quads, " William said.
"They hurt," Julian said. She had walked into the city the day before and swam laps at the Aquatic Centre, that she had noticed some years ago, but had only just managed to get to. The pool was good. Then she had walked back to Edgecliffe. People walk a lot in Sydney. If they take their cars, there is always a problem with parking. Julian had 2 parking tickets, worth $84 each, to prove it.

William became impatient with her.
"Say something interesting," she said, "I know there's someone interesting in there!"
The pressure was on. Julian was miffed. 'Walk with your father', she thought, 'he's obviously interesting'. She felt jealous and small, and walked in front without talking.

They later watched a movie which began with a beautiful woman telling a boy that he was beautiful. He then died and she went on to seduce a family man. His wife told her that she didn't admire her morals. It was back in the 1920's.

"Why are they so upset?" William asked Julian during the movie. It was a ballet back in Paris in the 1920's, and the music was like nothing that they had heard before. The audience were outraged.
"They haven't heard anything like it before," Julian said. "They were expecting something else."
"I liked it," William said, "but I guess I'm modern".

In The Search For

a decent pic for the www.bellingenlivingfoodsadhealth.com business card, Debs took this at a Nambucca Heads bbq in a fancy house which they rented for the weekend with their speed boat which they want to sell and the littlest girl is doing her best to eat large amounts of greens in order to follow suit, bless her little cotton socks. Conversation:-
"Have you finished." (greens appear to be left over on her plate, and the salad bowls are empty).
"I might be."
"Can I have that?"
"Not yet," she said, as she unenthusiastically nibbled at another leaf of mesculun lettuce.

and during the latest Sydney experience with son and his girl, they were served cocktails by a boy who used to be at school with son and who was working around the corner from the Nepalese restaurant where they were going to eat. A varying assortment arrived, including the Japanese soy beans and a plate of lotus and pink salt and a small selection of sake, Ben did us, proud. As they were leaving, after having sampled all and sundry, Julian sucked out the last of the passionfruit which sat in the fancy pineapple cocktail in front of his girl, in honour of the way we share our foods.

Stanislaw Posts and Saxon Edits...

Saxon Cheng was a journalist of some note. He had stumbled upon a story about a Polish man who went into the thieving trade. This story was hot off the press, it being the 12th April, 2010 and all, like, just yesterday!

Stanislaw Muchy was admittedly Polish, and obviously so. He was a clever boy and had worked out how to steal from large businesses and corporations. He would post himself to the buildings. Come nightfall, he would climb out of the large box and burgle. He is only 39 years old. How did he get away? Simply by posting himself and his stolen wares out again, addressed to his home in Warsaw. It seemed infallible.

So what went wrong?

He had an argument with his freind who did the posting. Not so wise for such a clever fellow. It was his friend who delivered him, in his beautiful cardboard box, to the couriers. His best mate went to the police.

Story Pending, and hoping to include the nationality of Saxon.

Ingenuous Is Not Such a Bad Thing

Julian believed in being ingenuous. It suited her purposes, but some saw it as naive and 'how can you be so stupid?" Her conversation with Sunshine Dermic in the Federal Hotel, over the jazz, had been carefully considered, but Julian followed her instincts on many occasions, and this was one. That, along with her intuition had stood her in good stead over the years.

Nevertheless, Mary Hitler was understandably upset.
"She slept with my husband and tried to steal him and my perfect family, how could you?"

Julian had no answer. She just knew that Sunshine the Second had entered into her life and had a bit part.

Julian was surprised to see that Mary had spelled 'insouciantly' with an 'e'. It brought back to mind a young boy called Ian at Primary school, where Julian stepped in to do the bible teaching. How do you spell your name, he asked.
"D. E. N. E. N. E."
"Way too many 'e's', I don't like e's," he said.

Julian rather liked 'e's and so found that interesting and memorable. Ian was now very tall and much, much older. He lived in Toowoomba, but she saw him last Sunday. She was sitting next to a 12 year old who had told her that he didn't believe in God.
"You're brave," she said and then told him the story about the 'e's' because Ian was sitting just in front of them.
He laughed and thought it was pretty good.

IN.GEN.UOUS

1. free from reserve, restraint or dissimulation; candid; sincere.

IN.SOU.CI.ANT

1. free from concern, worry, or anxiety; carefree; nonchalant.
lighthearted, debonair, jaunty, breezy.

Values Reflect on your Upbringing and Real Freindships Last Forever

William Horse, ready to go. He is wearing his beautifully made Lemetex, which, I believe, is Swiss. We didn't know about the Tenterfield Saddler at the time, which seems hard to believe, as we live just up the road. We spent months agonising over his back, which has a particularly high wither (backbone) and therefore the need for a well fitting saddle. He has also been carelessly treated in the past, with the saddle being banged onto his sensitive back by previous uncaring owners. Now, he is comfortable.

His face shows the scarring from the incredible summer heat and insects which makes him itchy so he scratches against trees and anything else. Now, the weather is cooler and his face can heal.

"Making a quality saddle requires meticulous skill and above all, patience. After 130+ years, all the devotion and skills passed down from saddler to saddler and generation to generation are now being applied to the creation of Tenterfield's own clothing and accessories brand. The historic Tenterfield Saddler, after serving the community in saddlery needs since 1870, now offers a wide range of quality merchandise with one exceptional difference:"

Everything is made to last.

SOME THINGS SPEAK DIRECTLY
TO THE SOUL

TRADITION HAS NO SUBSTITUTE

Used to be you could find products that reflected the lives of their makers and lasted a lifetime....

	How long will things last? A good pair of jeans seems to last forever....Depending how well you treat them. A handcrafted leather saddle will last as long as you want it, too....Maybe longer than both your horse and your ability to get on a horse....When I was a young bloke, Church seemed to last forever and good times went quicker than last weeks pay packet.

"Values reflect on your upbringing and real Friendships last forever".

Your Tenterfield Saddler Products will last as long as you want, with some becoming a family heirloom....these are the things that matter to me.

So, in time when one is just a memory of the past and a new generation captures the passion and vision anew, it may be said with pride....

"My Grandfather made that. He was the Tenterfield Saddler"

and then there was Lemetex....Our new flexible spring tree combined with AWD Memoryflex panels adapts to any horse’s back and eliminates pressure points. It offers freedom of movement and facilitates your aids. These high quality saddles feature our steel-reinforced spring tree for strength and shape retention. It allows the saddle to flex at any place along its entire length to accommodate the movement of the horse. Your knees and thighs find the necessary contact to the horse. Wool flocked panels hand stuffed by experts distribute the pressure and weight evenly over a large area to keep the horse’s back sound.

Julian's horse guru had recommended it, as she had the breed of horse. So, Julian listened and followed and believed.

Mind you, if she had known about the Tenterfield Saddler, and realised how 'fantastic' the Aussie brumby was....................

She could do what 'The Man from Susan River' could do. Ride into the lounge room full of people and recite 'The Man From Snowy River'. It had been an achievable goal, but without the horse.

She would have to make do with reciting the poem under the outback stars around the fire. After a day 'noodling' on the mullock heaps. Back to the sadde.

Designed for the horse's physique and always conforms to the true shoulder angles. This enhances the performance, as the horse is able to more freely use its full range of motion.

The hand flocked gusseted WOOL PANELS with a wide and deep channel distribute the weight evenly and eliminate pressure points. This allows the horse to work from behind and through his back to achieve the desired rounded outline.

For the BERNINA'S, we use the very finest, full grain leather, soft and supple to the touch. Exceptional durability, long a Lemetex trademark, is therefore guaranteed. The supportive deep seat with a narrow twist affords the ultimate comfort and balance, and facilitates a smooth transition to the flaps.

Anatomically sculpted thigh blocks offer security and support a proper sitting position. Our new stabilizing billet strap design prevents saddle slippage.

Cor, lumey. You'd think she'd be able to ride by now.

Brett and the Western Australian Croc

make that Western Australia...

Brett and the Queensland Croc

Friend of mine in a tinny (boat) in Queensland finds a croc on the end of his line.

Didn't pull him in because he was on his own.

"Too difficult," he said.

Just Another Flood

The rain came down. It was heavy and cold. The SES (State Emergency Services) were out in full force ensuring that people were ok. THe guy in the truck wasn't. It took an axe to smash through the cab to get him out before he drowned. The water was filling the cab fast and he was in deep trouble. It shook both of them up as they looked death in the face.

Not just another day in Bellingen.

Just another flood.

Partners In Crime.

The Abraham Moss playing fields in Crumpsall were the scene of a petty crime this week. A 17 year old boy suffered a fractured skull for the sake of 11 pounds. He was beaten about the head and body with a metal bar and a chair leg and stripped naked.

Meanwhile, a man had died peacefully in his sleeping bag in Ausewell Woods in Ashburton. Unfortunately, he had not been found for quite some time, and then by workers who were clearing the woodlands. He was a skeleton at the time. The post mortem will be carried out sooner rather than later.

"Damn Asian news," said mummy, as she surfed the telly onto a German newsreader, and discovered that Dutch readers had not developed a taste for tabloid sensationalism.

The Unbloggable

Mary Hitler, who had danced the night away at the Fed. one night, and Julian had introduced her to Nicholas, wanted to blog about the fact that Julian, in her much younger days had spent an evening with Angus Young, of AC/DC fame. Julian had been working at a nightclub at the time, she was 17, and the nightclub was called Tramps.

She lived with a stylish young woman at the time, very intelligent, who worked in a bookshop during the day. Julian worked in a restaurant. At night, they worked at Tramps. Judy was front of house and Julian tramped the floors, delivering drinks to all and sundry. Until she was offered the job of DJ, which she of course accepted.

She had met many interesting people whilst there, and, unfortunately, hadn't recognised that becoming too intimate was not such a good idea.

Hence, a night with Angus Young, of which she was not proud.

Mary liked to tell the story to whoever would listen, but without identifying the protagonists, except for Angus, of course.

"Watch out for Mary Hitler," Julian had spoken warningly to Nicholas.
"Mary is trouble?" Nicholas asked.
Julian didn't answer.

She now had a dilemma. There were so many unbloggable things that they were building up.

She had been to the jazz on Wednesday. And couldn't talk about seeing and talking to the 'other' woman who had tried to steal one of her freinds husband's. They had had a long affair, bamboozling family and friends for some time.

Her mummy had come to visit and she had spent $1,500 fixing the emotional button pushing, which had worked. They had been out to lunch because it was Julian's birthday, which Julian didn't celelabrate, and it had cost Julian more than what mummy was prepared to pay. She had also been to dinner with two 50 year old virgins.
"Do you want to marry?" Julian had asked one of them.
"Of course," she paused, "I'm not a stone woman," she said.