Yea, the world is in haste and the end approacheth, but yea verily there is joy, joy, evanescent joy….
Or in plain Old English:
Leofan men, gecnawað þæt soð is: ðeos worold is on ofste, and hit nealæcð þam ende…
Ah, happy memories of Anglo-Saxon class in 1962 with the lovely and heavily pregnant Dr Meaney, as we laboured through Sweet’s Anglo-Saxon Primer! And those mighty words of Bishop Wulfstan as a worker in the ceiling of the room high up in the old building at Sydney University missed his footing and brought a large lump of plaster hurtling down right next to the good doctor…. Which marked the end of that session.
She was not hurt, but could not go on. And it was Bede, not Wulfstan that we were reading that day. As my classmate beside me, Melvyn Morrow, said: “I bet that is the first time Bede has brought the house down!” Yes, the father-to-be of Julian Morrow of Chasers fame.
So if the world is in haste and the end approacheth, as Wulfstan said as the Vikings were in full sail, then listen, O People, to the wise tips (and dietary advice) of The Gong’s very own Methuselah himself!
Yea verily, behold the footy tipping miracle!
Guess who, temporarily at least, at last soared above all the host of the Tipsters of Pottsville NSW, online and on the spot both!
And even the sage of New Zealand, the puissant Kiwi Tipster himself, sank to the dreaded total less than coin tossing — three out of eight! Mind you, am I not also languishing still from the mortal wound I suffered in Round One? Yea, I am forsooth The Fisher King of Footy Tipping!
But to Round Ten, and again The Kiwi and I diverge….
Here is The Kiwi himself:
Wet day and perfect barra — my adventures in The Gong on Monday
Bus again from Mount Keira Road:
Settled into City Diggers, ordered a wine and contemplated the menu. Rissoles? Roast of the Day? Or that protein source that has sustained so many in the north of this country for 60,000 years or more? The barramundi! Diggers is — or should be — famous for their pan-seared barra.
Of course, the barra!
And on the way home dropped into BWS to grab some specials, lashing out to my maximum spend of $15 per bottle. Good ones can be had for as little as $5, but I do not indulge every day….
Definitely for slowly savouring, not guzzling. Some reviews here.
Neil's Commonplace Book 