Thursday, March 13, 2008

TODAY'S REPORT

My sister came home last night to a crowd of people milling about the units where she lives. Now she knows there's no doubt about a housing crisis. Young, old, couples with babies, all very polite but desperate to get a two bedroom unit and willing to pay over $200 a week for it. I have to say the owner is not a greedy man and refused to let the estate agent advertise it for $250.

I hate internet banking.

My mother started taking her pills on the wrong day again.

My morning coffee break was continually interrupted by fat ladies wearing leggings and T-shirts going up an down the escalators. I'm allowed to crit fat ladies, I am one. It's not their fault but the fault of big stores who push these articles of clothing as the only suitable things for fat bums. I'll go with the leggings, just, but what's wrong with a nicely cut top that actually hides a few lumps and bumps. T-shirts do not hide anything. Okay so you think you look fat in a dress, well you probably do and that's because you're fat but you also look fresh and comfortable and, when you're not slopping in flipflop thongs, even a little elegant. Demand that stores stock bigger sizes at affordable prices.

The sight today that turned my head. A largeish Sudanese lady wearing a black and white print dress and looking stunning because she stood up straight and walked like a queen.

I was complimented about my new dress, lovely. It's rare that I finish all my summer frocks in the same year, there's always one ready for next season but when I put this one on, joy, it didn't fit. It was too big under the arms and across the shoulder. How can I lose weight there and not off the lardarse? I can't do much about the yoke but I can run it in 2 inches either side, 4 inches, 4 whole inches. I celebrated with cake, I'm all for reward.

Tommorow would have been my wedding anniversary, gag.

My thoughts on binge drinking. Where are they getting the money to buy booze when I can't?
Don't shut the pubs early or they'll drink in the streets, not that they aren't now, but at least keep them locked in four walls and make the booze sellers look after them. I've lived my life with drinkers, I don't like it. My sister drinks, sometimes to excess but you can never tell with her. My ex drank, you could tell with him, he'd walk on tiptoe and bounce off the walls. I can't drink more than 2 or 3 or I'm comatose so to see very young teens right off their heads on alcohol is plain nasty. Space yourselves kiddies, you might live to drink your pension cheque dry.

Bombay Sapphire is up again.

Cigarettes are over $10 a packet, that is single packet. I don't give cigs much thought but when I saw a young 'lady' buying a packet today and handing that kind of money over, I wondered how much a week was going on these. And the photos on the packs aren't doing any good. Sister and friends swap packets with each other if they can't stand the photos they have. What one smoker can tolerate, another can't. Brilliant ad campaign, really working.

I'm snarky, must be the age thing or the anniversary thing or the fact that he's still breathing.

15 comments:

Brian Hughes said...

They tried putting photographs of diseased lungs and stuff on the cigarette packets over here for a while. Then a site on the internet began producing packet covers with people enjoying a quick ciggy on 'em, accompanied by logos such as: "Bollocks to Government Health Warnings. I need a fag!" The photos are now gone, but cigarettes are still used as a lame excuse to raise taxes from the poor bastards who smoke them.

Speaking of which, yesterday, after a barrage of complaints from the anti-drinking-youth lobby, the government put the price of whiskey up. This, supposedly, is meant to deter young people (in particular underage drinkers) from binge drinking. Odd that. You don't see many kids sipping single malt from a glass on the promenade of an evening. Usually it's a bottle of cider...which, apparently, hasn't increased in price and can still be bought from any old off license for a quid a litre.

Lord Sedgwick said...

"Tommorow (sic Coppertop!!!) would have been my wedding anniversary,"

And but one day before the Ides of March ... mmmm ... you seem to have missed the 'beware' which always precedes mention of that day!

And why does the word verification demand that I type in "yousilly'k'n'bitch" :0)

See. if you could have googled "the Blight" way back then you would've never have ever done it.

I blame the non existent internet for your plight and Blight!!

Morgana said...

A truly heart rending post, Jt.

Grab a bit of blue tack (My latest post explains it)and if you want the biggest cuddle you ever got, come and visit me.

All you godda do is say "hey, whats your number?" I know you will cus I see melbourne cup days spent with you for years.

;~) Yes you are classy!

xxx

JahTeh said...

I wouldn't mind if they were drinking to enjoy but they're drinking to get pissed and they drink little sweetie drinks that don't taste like booze but lollipops. I did a post once on jelly shots. Put booze in flavoured jelly crystals and when it's set, slide the shot down the throat straight to the stomach, instant drunkeness. Pathetic.

Shut up M'Lord, It was just the keyboard shuddering as I remembered how many years it would have been.

Morgana, I'll visit. I hope you're back on line for good. Lord Sedgwick will probably stalk you but he's harmless.

JahTeh said...

Which blog have you got now?

Anonymous said...

A workmate takes pride on always having a pack of ciggies with the teeth. I scream out in a girly voice, no no, not the teeth. I am trying to encourage him to chase me holding the packet up. I will let him catch me and see what happens.

Davoh said...

Ah, the joys of living in a "freedom of choice" society. I always buy the the packs that say "smoking harms your baby".

and, really, have never figured out the hoo ha .. after all, I can drive a car - and have never beaten anyone up - after a pack of ciggies.

JahTeh said...

Andrew, That is one of the worst and have you seen the latest ad on the TV? Now if that didn't make you want to give it up nothing would.

Davo, I'd say you'd never make old bones but you already have. Pickled and smoked, you'll live forever.

Shelley said...

Two bedrooms for $200...? Are there rats? Is the place about to fall down? Do I just live in the wrong city?

JahTeh said...

Good solid brick, only four on the block, buses 5 minutes away, large shopping centre 20 mins away, no rats, possums visit, pizza, licensed grocer & milk bar 1 min up the road. You only have to put up with a mad sister singing when pissed. Nails, you're living in the wrong city. The bus will drop you at the beach too.

Shelley said...

Not really a fan of beaches. Sand, meh, salty water, meh, tourists in not enough clothes - UGH!

You're quite good at this selling real estate lark...

River said...

My wedding anniversary was a day before yours. I forgot, he forgot, sheesh, it's only been 6 years. Guess it shows that we're NOT truly, madly, deeply........

JahTeh said...

Six years River, a drop in the ocean. I wish I could get rid of the vivid mind images of my wedding day. I try to convince myself I wasn't really there, that some alien took my place and said 'I do' and I got stuck with him.

Nails, the dreaded 'budgie smugglers' with the matching be-furred chest and gold chains. We have them in droves on certain beaches. The sea is fighting back with attacks by stingrays and jellyfish but not fighting hard enough.

Shelley said...

Ah, if only box jellyfish had made it so far south!

Middle Child said...

Wow, what a post...real austrayliana (ad it was Pauline who made that word Austrayia famous)

Don used to say in the late 1970's that when smokes cost $2 a packet he'd stop.

He stopped alright when he broke his neck and was confined for 7 months laying straight in a hoispial bed...


My dad could roll his own with one hand and while driving...now that was skill....

ah bugger it I must be getting old...sad today for some reason.