Drink the Local Beer!

The most popular drink in the world, apparently, is water. This is hardly surprising. Next on the list is a bit harder to decide and depends a lot on which oracle you consult. It does seem though that the top five is made up of water, coffee, tea, juice and beer.

God IV - the Final Fisking

A little while back, I commented on God, gods and religiosity in a small piece on this blog. Much to my astonishment, at least one person saw fit to read the damn thing all the way to the end. My correspondent replied in some detail with a fisking of godlike proportions and, being the magnanimous chap that I am, I published her reply. With, of course, my own fisking.

Screaming like Goku

People say strange things to me. I think it's just me, but you never know. I told of a person who recently said to me "I can't sell my car, it smells like fish" and just today someone said to that "I have small birds in my chimney". I'm still not sure whether that was a metaphor.

The Great Train Robbery (Japanese Style)

Occasionally I stumble across a factoid or news article so delicious that I feel compelled to tuck it away for further contemplation. The basic idea is that I might blog about it later - generally I don't, but I might. One such incident that I tucked away was a series of news articles on the great train robbery (or actually robberies) that took place in Japan late in 2015 and early in 2016.

Same-Sex Marriage

In Australia at present, the topic of same-sex marriage (SSM) has been much on the agenda, partly because we have a plebiscite on the way, but also because it has been a cri de cœur of the virtue signalling left in most of the rest of the world. We here in Australia will not be left behind when it comes to signalling our virtue.

I can’t sell my car, it smells like fish

“Have you got one of the new company cars?” I said.

“No.” she said

“Why not?” I said

“I can’t sell my car, it smells like fish.” She said.

My Grammar and helping Uncle Jack

My grandmother was the eldest of three children, the other two being a boy (Jack) and a girl (Mary). So we have one of those rare cases where my blog contains a kernel of truth. For clarity, I'll say that a colonel of truth is quite a different matter and involves an especially honest military officer and if my blog contained one he would be called Colonel Bailey, but I digress.

Writing at the Pub

In recent times I have been slightly nomadic in my circumstances. My employment has not required a fixed abode and I have had no special desire to settle down while I am still so young, so I have taken to living in various AirBNB accommodations over the last year. That is when I am not employing the strategy of staying-with-friends-until-they-aren’t-friends-anymore. An economical strategy, but one that tends to quickly reduce the number of persons that can reasonably be considered friends.

Exploring the Universe for Diversity

In March 1972, the space probe Pioneer 10 was launched from Cape Canaveral in Florida with the objective of exploring the solar system past the orbit of Mars and into the asteroid belt. Later, a further objective of making a pass-by of Jupiter was added.

Peak Hour Terror: Surviving the Bus Crash

Yesterday started as any normal day. An early start, coffee, toast and I made my way to the bus stop for my usual ride to work. In a few short minutes though, my delusions of peace and calm were shattered by the terrifying sound of a collision between my bus and a 4WD.