Virtually de luxe re 24-8-48

Welcome friends - this is a fabulous Virgo blogger party and

we are drinking the Dom Perignon -

and it won't run out

and this is our venue - a garden restaurant at cocktail time. Virgoan Food Nazi approves of our other divine treats -

The one and only elegant professor of melody and rhyme, Mr Randy Newman

is blessing us with a recital of his music -

I Love L.A.,

Mama Told Me Not To Come,

Rednecks,

Simon Smith And His Amazing Dancing Bear, culminating in the irresistible

'You Can Leave Your Hat On', and we are singing and dancing and laughing.

When Mr Newman leaves, we console ourselves with karaoke requested by Virgoan Miss Boynton. Plenty of Torch Songs and some Cole Porter too - What a swelegant elegant party this is, and after our virtual good time,
here is your Thank-you-for-coming lolly-bag.

On the road

Leaving ...

I will miss the chickens.

I will miss the kangaroos.

I will not miss the creeps who logged away the kangaroo dormitory, and hope they go bankrupt for gouging the earth and spewing diesel fumes 12 hours every day.

I will miss these calves

that I meet every morning at the mailbox.

(poor things live 12 freezing weeks before slaughter so some dolt can get bowel cancer having a 'Parma & Pot $12' at the pub).

I will really miss seeing the sun the very moment the horizon meets it in the morning - it is magically different every time:

... and now I am in Ballarat the city built on gold, leaving slag heaps everywhere