Shane at train wreck |
G’day Possums,
Too many years ago when this Wombat was more lithe, svelte,
fitter, unwrinkled and agile he was a dancer. I only mention this because
tonight I’ll be off to a re-union of a whole lot of people who were taught or directed
by Betty “Sparkle Darlings” Pounder and searching through images to post online
that I shot during those years has re-ignited many memories.
Memories which are the antitheses of today’s Wombat
Droppings: “Winking a Train Wreck”.
BTA rehearsal |
Tap with Olive Wallace, ballet with Ted Miller, contemporary with Betty Pounder and then a couple of shows and tours around Australia performing in the chorus. It was a formative experience.
BTA rehearsal |
There is something in the dance and theatrical experience
that is whole.
It has a reality in its “play” which nothing else comes
close to matching; and a sense and awareness of others that is truly social and
rarely replicated in “real-life”.
BTA rehearsal |
The spatial sense that is exquisitely dance and its total
movement quality, is never challenged by kinetic sculpture, which is mundane by
comparison.
Pas de Deux |
pas de Deux |
pas de Deux |
Pas de Deux |
To work, it must have an inherent honesty….. which is now why we now view a train wreck in......
.....Wombat Droppings.
Going round the bend recently to visit Geelong, the Prime
Miniature (for and of the “Coots-With-Queer-Ideas-From-a-Parallel-Universe,” the IPA) “Rabbutt-the-Hun’s” train was derailed by Federal Police who, (it was asserted)
alerted him to the possibility that they couldn't guarantee his safety from the ire of Geelong students who were now less than sanguine over the probability of having to paying
$60,00 –$200,000.00 in fees, in perpetuity, for a degree in Barista-ology.
So he re-routed himself to Melbourne for a couple of talk-back interviews.
So he re-routed himself to Melbourne for a couple of talk-back interviews.
This had three results.
1/ It forestalled Tardis State “Where-All-Goes-Backward,”
pretend Premier, Dennis “Inutilus Rusticus” Naptime (attending in Geelong to open a new
venture) from causing “Rabbutt-the-Hun” more physical damage than the students
were capable of as retribution for wiping at least 5% off the sagging Liarbril
vote in the forthcoming Tardis State election because of the horror Federal
budget.
“One-Term-Tony” as he is frequently now called, fully exhibited for John Faine’s audience on ABC’s “774” a winking sleaze factor wholly incompatible with the office he is said to hold.
Not that this should be news to anyone but it’s another and more salient episode in this boorish politician’s history of less than funny gaffes.
3/ Slipping the points at “774,” he shunted himself off to a
rival station, the Liarbril, Reactionary-Aspirational-Bogan minded, 3AW.
Thinking he had at last finally achieved the right platform at this cross-road was no salvation. Unloading his baggage here turned out to be a confession too far and it was more like dumping the dirty washing of the wrong client, in the wrong order at the wrong laundry.
Thinking he had at last finally achieved the right platform at this cross-road was no salvation. Unloading his baggage here turned out to be a confession too far and it was more like dumping the dirty washing of the wrong client, in the wrong order at the wrong laundry.
Getting your own budget facts confused in detail can sometimes be excused but making it obvious that you cannot explain why the poorest in this land are to be paying for the richest went quite a way in stoking the boilers of dissent.
In making obvious to all how un-christian, anti-social, mean-spirited and IPA-market-oriented the rails these Catholics would have us travel, many in the audience were letting off steam.
Which is possibly why Matthius “Horse-Shite” Coormann thinks that we like frogs as the water warms to boiling, will “get used to it all and accept our fate..” of being reduced to the status of serfs.
Then, as if it were not possible to get better came the news
that Speaker of Parliament Bronwyn “Call-me-Madam, Pompador” Bishop was
inviting us all for a knee’s-up in the Taxpayer funded Speakers Dining room.
For only $1500.00 a head you can aid the Liarbril cause in banning all other
political parties from the lower house.
Please bring your own brown paper bag or if you forget it, see “Arfa-da-Spiv” Sinodinas… just behind the Great Hall’s third pillar on the righ; Password: Sydney Water.
Please bring your own brown paper bag or if you forget it, see “Arfa-da-Spiv” Sinodinas… just behind the Great Hall’s third pillar on the righ; Password: Sydney Water.
Which was followed by the exciting revelation that
Rabbutt-the-Hun’s“ daughter, Frances will not have to pay $60,000.00 in tuition
fees at the academy she attended when a director (and Liarbril fundraiser)
discovered a long forgotten Scholarship, which like Cinderella’s slipper, was
not available to anyone else.
Slipping on the rails were two others choice pieces of traffic:
!/ Yank, Bill
Morrow, recently appointed to head up the copper-wired downgraded and bastardized joke of a NBN has
been named in a legal action as “allegedly putting profits before safety and
being subsequently responsible for one of the largest utility disasters in
Californian history".
And 2/ Sir Michael
Hintze appointed by Joe “Cereal-Toyota-Killer” Hockey to oversee the
government’s Financial System Inquiry has had to repay the British Gov.
$43,000,000.00 in back taxes.
He should get on well wif “Arfa-da-Spiv”!
And perhaps Frances can design the Finance System Logo… I’d
start with a design idea of a Hand-in-a-Pocket.
Cheers Petals,
Shane
PS: further good reading...http://theaimn.com/2014/05/27/the-romance-of-the-retro-pm/