now and then

You would never guess him from that one. I just love Harry and will be furious if they kill him off as I want him to go off into the sunset with brainy Ruth.
He would probably want his ashes in one of these urns when he dies.


He is the prime character in one of our favourite shows ...

for 9 seasons.

It has no actor credits, start or at the end. have you ever noticed that?.

arsing around

Bridesmaids rarely look stylish

(refer to movie 27 Dresses ),

and this may be why the idiot-press

is now fixated on a total side-bar to

recent events in London.

"Great minds discuss ideas,
Average minds discuss events,
Small minds discuss people" ...

and if Eleanor Roosevelt,

to whom that is attributed,

was still with us, she might add

... and total plonkers discuss backsides.

Although, there are backsides ... and there are backsides:

Does my arse look big in this?

'The bulk of the gluteal muscle mass

contributes only partially to shape of the buttocks.

The other major contributing factor is that of

the panniculus adiposus of the buttocks, which is very well developed in this area, and gives the buttock its characteristic rounded shape.

Although the gluteal muscle bulk and tone can be improved with massage and exercise, it is the disposition of the overlying panniculus adiposus which may be responsible for the "sagging butt" phenomenon.

Exercise of the body in general which can contribute to fat loss can lead to reduction of mass in subcutaneal fat storage locations on the body which includes the panniculus, so for leaner and more active individuals, the glutes will more predominantly contribute to the shape than someone less active with a fattier composition. The degree of body fat stored in various locations such as the panniculus is dictated by genetic and hormonal profiles ...'


Is it a relief to know it is not diet forming that huge stern we are glad we cannot see?
Photograph of Her Majesty at top, is copyright Andrew Milligan.
Bottom photo is Dita Von Teese and JeanPaul Gaultier.

Crashville Skyline

Autumn twilight, 5:30pm Ballarat CBD. The air has changed from crisp to chilly and the birds are making their Close-Of-Business calls. People buying dinner while rushing home from their work. Warm lights through windows of houses on hills while driving ... not 'home', merely 'back'.

Back to paddocks with young steers steaming as they wait in damp grass to become burgers, and to a naughty cattledog who killed a ringtail possum last night, and to two rough types building new steel stock chutes down by the old sheds.

The mood is triste, ennui settles over me. Then I remember I bought chocolate.