Archive for the ‘Non-Toxic’ Category

Where the hell is Jim Pearson?

July 1, 2017

Whisky-A-Go Go and a subpoena.

June 4, 2017

The subject’s gone full circle so I toss my small effort into the pot.

I and a few newspaper mates were called upon to view the defendant and then decide if we had seen him on the night in question. We were taken separately to view a prison-bashed Stuart, securely strapped to a bed in the RBH mental ward for really bad crooks. His one glaring eye with it’s message of unabashed hate and rage would have done Robert Newton proud.

We were taken back to the old Supreme Court to give our evidence.

Incident in Beaudesert.

March 17, 2017

A couple of weeks ago in the pre-rush a.m, I had occasion to be downtown in Greater Beaudesert where the proverbial cannon could be fired without hurting a soul. The early opening newsagency beckoned and with only one car out front, there was easy parking.

The mirror showed three cyclists in the ‘right turn only’ lane as I prepared to alight. The lead cyclist made a sharp swoop towards me as I stepped out. “The door, the door, the door,” the rider, with emblazoned club shirt screamed,” as he returned to the right turn lane and turned into Bromelton Road.

Evidently the classic do-gooder, do as I say, looking to fault anyone handy, reprimanding we presumed thoughtless drivers. This items’ forefathers would have prided themselves and felt justified when their kangaroo courts arbitrarily stretched the necks of innocents whose profile differed from theirs.

Retailer Pharmacists. As Ill-principled as the Medical Industry.

March 16, 2017

I presented early at Soul Pattinson, Beaudesert, first thing in fact, as the polite junior girl took the first of many mobile display units jamming the aisles to their places outside the shop.

“Can I help you,” proffered the senior shop assistant, as I neared the counter clutching my only reason for visiting such an establishment, a script needing filling.

“It’s the last repeat,” stressing the point, getting the jack of being told what I’m well aware of.

I sat down.

“Have you been here before,” she demanded, “I have that,” was my honest reply, surprised at the question, considering a few weeks before she had needlessly apologized for the short, normal wait.

“I’m not so important as to expect instant attention,” I had told her.

“Oh, but you are very important to us,” came the palavered reply

Minutes later the product had been taken from the shelf, re-stamped with my details, placed in a small tray and passed to the senior woman.

“That was the last repeat,” she echoed my words of a few minutes earlier.

“Am I so retarded that I’ve forgotten what I told you”?

“I’ve got to tell you that,” the comeback.

The previous visit I had had an amiable conversation with one of the proprietors about chemists’ penchant for claiming scripts as their property by wrapping them in their branded advertising and stapling together.

About that time, in the few metres between Woolworths and their shop, I had lost a gold ring and despite the futility of recovering such an item, had returned to the shop with my predicament. In other words, intelligent people would have remembered my presence.

Cash grabbing chemists look upon oldies as an assured and constant money source and like the rest of society, would prefer dealing with contrite, obedient non-thinking slabs of old meat.

An oldie scares the devil out of Beaudesert woman.

January 27, 2017

 

Was using Coles self checkout recently at a busy time when a clean-cut, middle-aged woman, of apparently normal mien was hesitant about squeezing her way to the only vacant machine, the other side of me. Took a few seconds off processing my stuff and rearranged my trolley allowing her access.

She looked at me in absolute horror and backed off,” I’m so terribly sorry,” she stammered.

“Why should you be sorry”? I asked. I hadn’t been abrupt or yanked the trolley in anger.

She repeated her apology. Quasimodo reputedly had a kind and gentle nature yet invariably got a bad press.

Transaction complete, went on my way, wondering if the woman hadn’t had a prescience flash.

Five Level Camp Cupboard, My Discovery Of Year: Specialised Power Equipment.

January 4, 2017

Camping has moved on quite a bit since partner and self made do with the protection from the elements that a tarp offered to those dossing down in the back of the ute.

Camping in Ute, winter.

A few months ago, a catalogue issued by Specialised Power Equipment of 140 Brisbane Street, opposite Toyoto, featured among many other products, a five shelf collapsible camp cupboard, price $65 while on sale, then $90.

5 Shelf camp cupboard.

Five Shelf camp cupboard.

At 140 cm or 55 inches, it’s quite ample for my simple needs, in this case, to store linen, my days of expensive furnishings well and truly in the past. The luckless Beaudesert renter who has no option but to rent an unscreened residence would find this product great for its purpose of protecting their foodstuffs and crockery/cutlery from fly and cockroach contamination.

Camp Cupboards (Catalogue)

Camp Cupboards (Catalogue)

Specialised Power would no doubt, carry mosquito nets, an item that should be history in the modern home but unscrupulous owners are allowed by the Queensland Labor Government to rent out unprotected premises to families. The product pictured under was obtained elsewhere for about $30.

Circular Style Mosquito Net.

Circular Style Mosquito Net.

Coles Beaudesert self checkout is an escape from Woolworth’s beggars.

November 4, 2016

“Enter The Big Pumpkin.”

Although shopping is more expensive at Coles, I’ll use them before Beaudesert Woolworths simply to dodge the front of shop professional beggars and being implored by Woolworths checkout staff to make another donation on exit.
If a ‘best thing about’ tag could be applied to shopping at Beaudesert Coles, it would have to be their self-checkout where, by definition, Woolworths checkout staff are unable to pester customers on exit to “make a $2 donation”.
To enter Woolworths via one of their two entrances, the shopper must run a gauntlet of beggars, usually gentle and pleasant do-gooders, but with the noticeable exception of an aged, unkempt loudmouth item of filth who persists with rude personal comments long after one has passed. Named Keith, “I am known as Father Christmas and everyone loves me.” he replied when I asked him to stop heckling me. “Beaudesert’s Malevolent Thug..”
The next best thing about using Coles is related to the ‘best thing’ in that no collectors of any persuasion are permitted to set up shop to harass clients. Nearest they had, a couple of months ago, in the car park, was a team of bimbos who would spray a section of your motor vehicle and buff if pretty while very nearly doing a lap dance to induce a sale of their product.
After twenty or so minutes, I managed to persuade the one working on me that such tactics are amusing but wasted on this tightwad old prick, did she piss off having found an urgent task to attend.

Coles: BT, Sept 28, 2016

Coles: BT, Sept 28, 2016

Coles, overtaken with altruism and a desire to be seen as generous benefactors and to distance themselves from the insidious effect of their poker machines, got involved with this facade of bullshit care as depicted in the Beaudesert Times story. Designed entirely for publicity purposes, thinly veiled, good enough to deceive the yokels while Coles/Woolworths poker machines strip millions of dollars from the low paid gullible.

Beaudesert’s malevolent nut-job, via Woolworths/Aldi: “Can’t touch me, I’m Father Christmas.”

June 30, 2016

Beaudesert's serial pest throws comments after Woolworths and Aldi customers who refuse to cave-in to his incessant money demands.

Beaudesert’s serial pest throws comments after Woolworths and Aldi customers who refuse to cave-in to his incessant money demands.

Dodgy Kooralbyn R/Estate Operator Opens Diner, Writes Own Review.

June 29, 2016

Huang pays workers in bar tabs

Compliments Beaudesert Times.

Compliments Beaudesert Times.

After Maroon Cemetery, you’ll come across this precarious..but looks staged to me.

June 22, 2016

Boonah to Rathdowney.


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