Saturday, July 25, 2009

Neighbourhood curios

I woke up this morning into a moment of terror, then I remembered the week was over and it was Saturday (true story, for shame). So in an attempt to put the madness of the working week behind me I decided to drag everyone out for a walk, under the guise of having an 'adventure' (my Mum used to say this as a rallying cry before we did something unpleasant like the time we had cold, coin-operated showers at that caravan park in Austria).

Unlike that Austrian winter, today it's sunny and bloody lovely outside so I wouldn't entertain any 'adventure' complaints, and didn't we have a fun outing? We found out our suburb has Australia's largest weekly bicycle auction. Who knew?



As a community we harbour escapee balloons, saving them from certain high-altitude death:



We are the victims of nutbars from Burleigh Heads (where?) posting massive signs that make no grammatical or metaphysical sense:



We are a suburb of random pot plants under random trees:



We are also the suburb with Australia's loveliest shop that sells both (and only) textiles and classic bikes. Usually my nose is pressed against the glass but I couldn't do that and hold the camera.


Could this day get any better? What did you do today?

21 comments:

Samantha said...

textiles and bicycles - of course - it's so logical - i want the bike with the basket please

the potplant under the tree was awesome

I always wanted to take photographs of the hubcaps that always seemed to end up in such improbable places when I was living in Brisbane - but I didn't have a camera at the time.

and the random sets of pants presumably tossed from a moving car?

Kettle said...

I reckon we should organise a raid for the bikes, Sam. Just picture us, pedalling away furiously with our little baskets bouncing out the front, crying out "weeeeeeeee!" as we sailed around corners and down hills. Ah, happy days.

Random pants? As in trousers or undies? Either would be photo-worthy.

Samantha said...

funnily, i've only ever seen trousers

Kettle said...

That makes sense, Sam. That's because everyone saves their undies to throw at Augie March!

squib said...

I went to a poetry book launch with a big tray of cheese straws. But I got the time wrong and I was 45 minutes late

Kettle said...

Squib does it still count as a win if you missed the poetry but still got to eat the cheese straws?

squib said...

Not this time. The poetry was fabbo. Besides, I'd already eaten the not quite perfect straws before I left :)

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Wait, wait.

I'm confused now.

Was a big tray of cheese straws provided at the launch or did you bring a big tray of cheese straws to the launch?

Kettle said...

Or, Ramon, was Squib accompanied to the launch by a big tray of cheese straws? A poetry-loving, Squib-befriending tray of cheese straws?

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Good point Kettle.

Either way, I demand an answer.

squib said...

I MADE the cheese straws and TOOK only the best ones to the launch ON A TRAY, peoples

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

I like Kettle's scenario better.

the projectivist said...

all this talk of cheese straws has made me feel ravenous.
and not a bloody cheese straw in sight!

Kettle said...

That's because Squib ate them all on the way to the poetry reading. No wait, maybe she was accompanied to a poetry reading by a poetry-loving, Squib-befriending big tray of cheese straws. No wait! I think I've got it now. A poetry-loving, Squib befriending tray of cheese straws took Squib to a poetry reading on a tray. But only the best Squibs (having already eaten the sub-standard Squibs at home).

Squib, is that right?

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Stop saying "cheese straws" in there.

squib said...

I don't want to complicate matters, but there were stuffed olives with the straws

Kettle said...

Au contraire, Squib, that clarifies the situation. So a posse of stuffed olives accompanied their friends, who happen to be perfectly formed cheese straws, to a poetry reading to which they took, between them, a tray of neatly arranged Squibs.

Is that what you meant?

And Ramon, by way of apology for these additional 'cheese straws', please accept the following two olive branches (home, of course, of the aforementioned stuffed olive posse):

Chump.

Mammoth.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Thanks Kettle.

I feel much better now.

the projectivist said...

were they spicy stuffed olives?
with chilli?

Kettle said...

What say you, Squib? We wait with (cocktail onion) baited breath.

squib said...

They were green with red things in them