The past twelve months — 4 — February 2014

I see that at the end of the month I reposted Where I am right now… from the end of February 2011. And how time continues to move on!

At the beginning of the month I celebrated Diggers, which continues to be a place of food and conversation.

In case you are not from Oz, that means this is originally a club for ex-military types, and the tradition carries on – though these days, despite the fact that the local RSL Sub Branch is housed here, the club is a very multicultural place really, though we pensioners do dominate at least during the day. But you will hear all kinds of languages being spoken by members and visitors – Macedonian, Serbian, Chinese, even German – which is quite a tasty irony in a way.


Last Friday the conversation I was engaged in was so fascinating we talked right through“The Ode” – a daily ritual – 4pm in Wollongong — that may seem odd but which I respect. This Friday we made sure not to repeat the gaffe. My friend is a retired Port Kembla wharf labourer originally from Liverpool on the Mersey, born the same year as John Lennon – and yes as a young man he frequented the original Cavern, though for the jazz rather than the Beatles.  Of such things were we talking when “The Ode” came on Friday last.

The next entry Back with eBooks is still worth reading, though I must confess I use them less than I did. Mind you “To an Athlete Dying Young” in this morning’s post came from my Calibre collection.

Dougie Baldwin, star of The Nowhere Boys

That is from And on ABC3… (3 February). The new series is now playing. On 4 February I posted Timely reading, the travails of a club, and a virtual Greek holiday, mainly about the Hellenic Club. I still miss Sophie’s cooking.

On 6 February came The swimmer.

When I saw the following image on the Rumi page on Facebook the other day I couldn’t help but think of Ian Thorpe.


I am sure we all wish him well.

I don’t know Ian Thorpe, but I have known people who do know him and I have posted about him over the years…

That went on to talk about my late cousin, Beverley Whitfield.

Then came a run of photo posts, including this shot of the Crown Street Mall Friday markets.

Completely different and political is Triumph of the chins. I still feel that way, maybe more so. Then came A very mixed bag.

11 February’s Recycle time included some of my best images from February 2009 to February 2012. And I do like Talking through my hat. And Closing the gap!  Halfway through February I wrote This blog is now one year old.

Dear me! I managed in the last 2014 retrospect to do January in one post! But here we are only half through February and this post is filled. I must have been in really good form back then!