This is what we would have been like, charcoal coat and me. If I could speak Deutsch.

Such is life

(But this photographer is very intriguing without the need for translations, look him up
@ Will McBride) 

Tales of a Busy Busser

The other day, around 5ish I was contemplating the world, sitting or rather jammed into a bus seat.

These were good thoughts because I was particularly kind and smiled encouragingly at all the old ladies, hoons, drunks and youths that make up the entire bus population. Then like a ray of sunshine on a metaphorically grey afternoon, a beautiful young man with lean fingers and a charcoal coat interrupted my self indulgent magnanimousness. (big words! Look it up Bookworm!) Men in charcoal coats are a rarity on my bus, as I live in the absolute sticks. 

So I pulled out the old 120 watt smile and practically lit the bus, fluttering the eyelashes ever so slightly. More to draw attention away from the fact I generally look like a homeless bag lady when on public transport, than to appear flirtatious. But in true charcoal coat taste, he declined my furious blinking and sitting in front of me withdrew a book. BOOK! BOOK!

 As I said, tasteful clothing is hard to come by, but literature on my bus is a one in a million. Now I was desperate to be recognised as another person of taste, so I tried to strike up a conversation about our common theme. The novel. I glanced at the cover, which I didn't recognise and then sneakily tried to read over his shoulder....never a good first impression, but I was desperate. 

So there I was, peering creepily at the book trying hard to catch a key phrase....but none of the words looked familiar. Then after about 2 minutes of intense staring, in which my nose gravitated past this beautiful person's shoulder, the penny dropped.

It was in German.

Abruptly chastened I returned to staring out the window, realising why this beautiful person was so different and intriguing, he wasn't just not from these parts.

He wasn't Australian. 

(Which I learned later, as I swallowed my pride and the now obvious language barrier and chatted him up.  He was from Munich, which he said was lovely at this time of year.)

Liquorice Review

In our quest to find the best and most Truly Scrumptious Liquorice in the world Katie and Iona present

The Natural Confectionary Co.

Licorice Sticks.

Good points.


1. Is Fairly Delicious
2. Is very cheep for those of us who are poor and hungry. at a pleasant price of $3.80
3. Can be moulded into various shapes, see here, look what we have made it into...

This is a cowboy and his horse made out of psuedo-liquorice

Bad points.


1. We are very disappointed to tell you all that this is in actual fact NOT liquorice, but instead LICORICE. We don't know what this means but interpret this decline in confectionary morals on the general fall of society etc. It is all very sad, and makes us want to howl under our beds.
2. Does not turn teeth or tongue black.
3. Is not truly Truly Scrumptious.
4.Gives large sugar hangover that can only be cured by copious amounts of tea and toast.


General notes.




Iona: This liquorice was fun, it is like aniseedy play-dough. Although I revelled in playing with it, it is was fundamentally pseudo-liquorice and therefore made me sad. I give it one and a half plastic cowboys out of five.

Katie: I agree with Iona in saying that it is wonderful play doughy softness that tastes aniseedy instead of horrible salty. It was nice in the fact that it tasted nice and that it felt like you were being a little bit healthy cos they were bite sized. But there was no kangaroo poo texture that all good liquorice has and it was so very sweet it almost made your tongue curl in on itself. I'm giving it one and a half plastic cowboys out of five as well just because of the play-dough quality and the vague liquorice flavour.

Word of the Week

This weeks Word of the Week is....

Gorge. 
This is not a miss spelling of the word that refers to a valley or canyon. No, this word refers to something that is wonderful, beautiful or positively happy making.


This word is a common abbreviation of the well-known word Gorgeous. But the hipster youths of today (otherwise known of as our awesome girl gang who spends their time eating chocolate chip cookies and watching eighties movies wearing double denim) now refer to the word as Gorge.


An example of this is when someone tells you that they are taking you on holiday to Bali, and you will be smuggled onto the plane in a carry-on bag and your response is,
 "double cool with nobs on! Sounds Gorge!!"

Another could be when you see a lanky lad walking down the street in the afternoon sunshine, and an appropriate exclamation to this wondrous sight would be,
 "Gee whizz!! He's gorge!!!"














I hope this has enlightened you on the language of today's youth. Try using it in conversation, it works a treat.

If I were a Grandmother...

If I were a Grandmother....

for those of us with Bucket-lists, spare shoes for driving, and a perpenceity  for nanna-naps

My name would be Toti.

I would have hair that would be a light shade of lilac.

As is proper  of woman of a certain age

also thick glasses on a little string.

I would have a huge and voluminous handbag -

in which I would keep.

My crochet,

A small dog

Wethers sweets.

And the keys to my custard colouered M.G.

or perhaps a small scooter?

I would be very tall,

and wear impractical shoes

(but have a spare pair for driving)

but most importantly I would eat pudding first.

Because nobody could tell me otherwise.

Word of the Week

This week's word of the is 
Groov.
What is good about groov? Getting in the groov is really quite groov. It is an abbreviation of the word groovy, but for those of us that are too laid-back to say the whole word and would rather be in a cult somewhere, we just say groov. 

 

this is the Source Family, aren't they beautiful.

One pronounces it as one would "Smooth."


An example of this is..


When you think something is very trippy and lovely you might say; in an off-hand chilled way;
"These are really Groov... I really like these macramé pot plant holders..." 


(Note the hippy punctuation, always leading onto something new...)


Bye for now, have a groov day

xx airheads

Hello.

We are a bunch of dreamers.

Stare-out-of-windowers.

We like Tim-Tam-Slams and Nina Simone,

we like tea and toast,

we collect feathers and dust,

and sing songs to the things that we love.

We like stealing roses out of gardens,

and catnapping in the sun.

We appreciate the allure cats and the importance bed-socks.

But most of all we just like waffling on.

We hope that you, dear reader, enjoy our ramblings.

Thank you for your kind attention.

Goodbye.

And look at the tricks we can do, look at our clever tricks.