Oh, dear me, the Prime Minister of Australia, Malcolm Turnbull...and the Opposition Leader, little-boy Bill Shorten...talking about the importance of Patriotism...oh,for fuck's sake, it is fucking 2017...where do we dig up these absurd knuckle-dragging low-life brainless wankers? We are Australian...we are NOT fucking retarded like the Americans. We are not THEM. We are far more troublesome and far more radicalised. Fuck off Malcolm, fuck off Bill.
Friday, 7 July 2017
The worried well are worried and well now none of us are going to hell and so they teach their kids their truth and seek for sooth, for sooth, for sooth. The worry-less world it rolls along an occasional punch, an occasional song and thus defines this best address ah, welcome home, forgive the mess.
OPTION ONE: I think basically that the separated whole of Korea does need to be whole again, as countries do seem to need to be whole again, and it can only be whole when other countries leave it alone to work out its issues. OPTION TWO: The next best alternative is for the North to be subsumed into China as a province. At least this would deal with the poverty issues of the North...and set that new Province on the China industrial road to a much better life. These people are, in fact, Manchurian anyway. The whole North of China, Korea, and even parts of Russia, are Manchurian. Maybe it is about time the Manchurians took control of their own nuclear weapons, wealth, and massive resources...and looked at Japan, seriously, and with due prejudice to right old wrongs in the North of Asia.
"If North Korea was attacked by the US, then China and Russia would both be in Pyongyang well before the American troops could be there...and then there would be a massive almighty world war fist fuck for control of the most strategically and economically important place on earth......and no one wants that...so Kim Jong Un is a far better alternative. Any solution must not involve Japan, a country most hated by both North and South Koreans en masse, and for good reason".
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Sunday, 25 June 2017
RESTAURANT REVIEW/AUSTRALIA/MELBOURNE/KEW/THE GRILL ON THE HILL
Restaurant Review: Kew, Melbourne, The Grill on the Hill
The Difficulty with Reviewing The Grill on the Hill at Kew is that it is both very good and also very horrible.
The food is brilliant and yet the cost is ridiculous.
The 20 or so page extensive wine list made for interesting reading of just how many bottles of wine there are between hundred dollars a bottle and eight hundred dollars a bottle, and that was fun...passing it back to the waiter saying "we don't usually drink at all, so just a glass of your house red."
The response: "Two glasses sir?"
"No, just the one."
"Oh, well, I will see what i can find..."
[Image of him going out to the alley and beating up some old bloke and stealing his flagon of plonk...]
...but the house red was okay.
Altogether, the cost/benefit equation just didn't work at the Grill on the Hill. There was an all pervasive sense of the narcissistic anally retentive menace that people oddly call professionalism these days, but, in fact, it wasn't professional, just rather overall menacing with an obvious and hard $ profit/person equation being the only standard the place has.
Two simple entrees, 2 simple meals, and very good food it was, to be sure...some free bread, one glass of house red, two glasses of tap water, and the cost was AU$175. Great food, indeed, and yet, at an dreadful overall cost.
The waitress was kind enough to point out to me that I could add a tip to my credit card bill. I thanked her for so clearly pointing this out to me but said that it wouldn't be necessary.
On the way out the bullish manager was there at the door intent on shaking my hand, but I refused fearing I might lose my watch.
Would I go again? Absolutely not.
On the Fitzpatrick World Food=Value Fine Dining Equation Graph, where A McDonalds Cheese Burger scores zero out of a possible 5 stars, as the base standard....The Grill on The Hill, whilst having great food indeed, scores a minus 4.
I was particularly fascinated by the rampant generosity in the amount of the complimentary bread in the 4th picture.
SCORE: THE GRILL ON THE HILL: MINUS 4
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The food is brilliant and yet the cost is ridiculous.
The 20 or so page extensive wine list made for interesting reading of just how many bottles of wine there are between hundred dollars a bottle and eight hundred dollars a bottle, and that was fun...passing it back to the waiter saying "we don't usually drink at all, so just a glass of your house red."
The response: "Two glasses sir?"
"No, just the one."
"Oh, well, I will see what i can find..."
[Image of him going out to the alley and beating up some old bloke and stealing his flagon of plonk...]
...but the house red was okay.
Altogether, the cost/benefit equation just didn't work at the Grill on the Hill. There was an all pervasive sense of the narcissistic anally retentive menace that people oddly call professionalism these days, but, in fact, it wasn't professional, just rather overall menacing with an obvious and hard $ profit/person equation being the only standard the place has.
Two simple entrees, 2 simple meals, and very good food it was, to be sure...some free bread, one glass of house red, two glasses of tap water, and the cost was AU$175. Great food, indeed, and yet, at an dreadful overall cost.
The waitress was kind enough to point out to me that I could add a tip to my credit card bill. I thanked her for so clearly pointing this out to me but said that it wouldn't be necessary.
On the way out the bullish manager was there at the door intent on shaking my hand, but I refused fearing I might lose my watch.
Would I go again? Absolutely not.
On the Fitzpatrick World Food=Value Fine Dining Equation Graph, where A McDonalds Cheese Burger scores zero out of a possible 5 stars, as the base standard....The Grill on The Hill, whilst having great food indeed, scores a minus 4.
I was particularly fascinated by the rampant generosity in the amount of the complimentary bread in the 4th picture.
SCORE: THE GRILL ON THE HILL: MINUS 4
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Saturday, 24 June 2017
Looking around for small houses to buy in Melbourne...a nice little 3 bedroom 1 bathroom narrow house in Collingwood for only a million dollars and in a street obviously filled with...street artists...in walking distance of Churches, cafes, crack houses and a very respectable heroin dealer. Maybe best for a young family with little ones I think...but I like the olde world charm of it.
Thursday, 15 June 2017
Australian News Round Up
For ten years I was a poetry literary editor with a very avant garde small publisher in Neutral Bay in Sydney...very left winger commie set up...I loved it...working hard and then talking socialism whilst drinking Grange Hermitage on the balcony over looking Sydney Harbour...sigh. That was a decade in time indeed. I recall one night being in a punch up with Gerry Bostock, the remarkable indigenous film maker from 'outback' Redfern, just after his brilliant film 'BBQ Area' a savage indictment of Australian white culture, was in the cinemas/ I helped him a lot...and then...He called me a White Cunt and so I hit him and we wrestled around the floor there for some time before we both realised we really had no need or desire to hurt each other at all, and so, as really good men, him, being a classic black cunt, and me being a classic white cunt, we were simply too tired from the effort of hitting each other to even vaguely dislike each other anymore. I think I taught him a lot about real men in all cultures. I sincerely hope the cunt learnt his lesson. I still think BBQ Area is the best film ever made in Australia by anyone. It is just brilliant. ..and even though Gerry was a real cunt, he made a great film indeed. He made that film many many years ago and to indicate how important it was, and is, it is still hidden away from white cunts. Great film. you won't find BBQ Area on Netflix, that's for sure...why? It was just too fucking good.
We BBQ'd the TBones for about 5 minutes one side, and 3 the other, whilst roasting the peppers/capsicum, and some purple onions on the grate.
Had them with some sour dough bread stick oven cooked a bit too long, burnt, and butter, and some salad, and some good wine.
And me and Mrs Fitz talked over dinner for about an hour and a half about our journey to here, and about the future.
It is hard to beat that kind of day.
AND We still have some chocolate coated ice cream hearts in the freezer for later.
All up, nothin' much to complain about.
If the day has something to do with the love you share, then there's nothing much else to be wanting in the now.
Had them with some sour dough bread stick oven cooked a bit too long, burnt, and butter, and some salad, and some good wine.
And me and Mrs Fitz talked over dinner for about an hour and a half about our journey to here, and about the future.
It is hard to beat that kind of day.
AND We still have some chocolate coated ice cream hearts in the freezer for later.
All up, nothin' much to complain about.
If the day has something to do with the love you share, then there's nothing much else to be wanting in the now.
Sunday, 11 June 2017
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