Sunday, March 30, 2025

A visit to northside

Melbourne is divided by the river Yarra. People who live on the north side of the river, the hipster types, the young artistic types, and the left of politics comfortable middle class despise the wealthier south siders of the Yarra, with their fascination of property values, labelled clothing and the latest trends. God forbid, there are a lot of voters for our conservative party led by Peter Dultrump.

I ventured northside yesterday by the 11 West Preston tram and returned home by a 207 bus and then a tram. The Saturday bus service is not very frequent and gosh was the bus loaded. There is a green right turn arrow from Russell Street into Lonsdale Street but it wasn't working and it took four sets of the lights to turn right. Absolutely disgusting treatment to bus travellers. The bus should alert the traffic lights of its presence. 

Phyliss and Kosov had their friend Sarah visit today. They cooked up a meal and ate in the afternoon and then went out together. 

I was thinking of having a takeaway pizza tonight as part of my balanced diet but Phyllis told me I will have one of my meals on wheels, quiche with roast potatoes and vegetables. Then Phyliss said he was going out. What about my dinner you promised to serve? Phyllis relayed instructions to Kosov as to how to heat my meal and present it a nice manner. It was good. Kosov is mentally exhausted. His social interaction battery is much smaller than Phyllis', and as I write, he is working on project for his food safety studies. 

Oh yes, today I went out wearing a clean shirt. I was in a cramped space to eat before an outside table became available. Egg yolk dripped from my burger onto my shirt, and then fat. To top it off, coffee spilt from my cup onto my shirt. Somehow even my phone screen was splattered with something. I am becoming an old man with dribbles down his shirt. At least at this point in my life, I knew my shirt was dirty and changed once I was home. 

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  1. I feel for you on the dribbled shirt front. And reluctantly plead guilty. Far too often.
    Love that the boys look after you so well.

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    1. EC, if I am sitting at a proper table and eating, I usually avoid spillage. I cut their rent a bit for duties around here. They will do what I ask willing, I just wish they could see what needs to be done. But they are 21 year old men. Say no more.

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  2. You are not an old man, Andrew...the same age as me!!!
    Now, if you had gone for a nice healthy salad there would have been no fatty dribbles 😁

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    1. I believe that you are exactly the same age as me, and so you are not old. I will tell you when this happens, okay. Jaycee's point is valid. A salad would not have done this to you. (Of course, neither would a nice piece of cake, so there is that...)

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    2. JayCee, my arthritis makes me feel old. I do rarely eat such a thing as a bacon and egg hamburger. I eat quite a lot of healthy sandwiches, but that comes with more bread than I would choose.

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    3. Debby, a salad could have an oil dressing to drip on me. Best I eat cake.

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    1. JB, not so untidy if you stay home and heat home prepared meals. But that is not the way of most young people.

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  4. My goodness, with all the roads you’ve travelled in your life you’d think you could find the road to your mouth. Napisan to the rescue!

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    1. Cathy, a spray was enough. But there are some curry stained tea towels that need soaking.

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  5. Kosov's social interaction battery sounds just about like mine.

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    1. And mine Kirk. Socialising exhausts me. But I can't hide away.

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  6. My social interaction battery is also small. You need to become one of those old men who tuck a napkin into their collar to catch food drips. you might think it is embarrassing, but it is better than travelling home with food stains visible to all. Your other option is to wear a wide tie and remove it after eating. The bus ride sounds awful, waiting that long at the lights is unacceptable.

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    1. Lordy River, what do you want me to look like! The bus was ok, except for that one problem. To complain, I need to know who is responsible for the traffic lights.

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  7. Oh you are treated well by those two.
    I'm always soaking B's shirts to get the marks of food out and he gets a bit cross when food falls or squirts onto his clothes.

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    1. Margaret, start worrying when B doesn't notice and puts on the same garment the next day.

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  8. If I ever peed my undies, I would feel exactly how you felt about dribbling down your shirt :( Sadly I know both are inevitable :(

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    1. So true Hels, and at least pads are government funded, up to a point. My mother used them in her older years.

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  9. Accept what is given. Sadly it might be old age creeping up but it doesn't matter. Many people in days gone by would tuck a serviette/napkin into their shirt. Wonder why we still don't use them?

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    1. Thelma, a tucked in napkin might have helped but not for the coffee. I don't know about you, but I will wear shirts for three days. My lads wear clothes for one day, jeans for three days. Spillage, no matter. Into the washing machine. Repeat the next day.

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  10. On the weekend, I went to Fitzroy to grab a bite at Nico's Sandwich Deli. I had a good dosage of hipster stuff there

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    1. I don't know that Roentare but I will. The sandwich bar in Kerr Street off Brunswick Street was crazily busy.

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  11. May I suggest that when you are planning to dine in an eating establishment in future, make sure you have a fabric bib in your possession. If you insist, it could even have the image of a tram printed upon it.

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    1. YP, can't I tuck the tablecloth into my shirt?

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    2. NO. Old-fashioned napkin tucked into your collar is fine, tucking in the tablecloth in uncouth.

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  12. You could become Melbourne's oldest hipster.

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    1. TP, believe me, I wouldn't be the oldest.

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  13. They should make some fashionable bibs, for fine dining oldsters. I need one too.

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    1. Strayer, they should indeed. I think I'll have my tartan used. It will hide stains well, too.

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  14. Well, yes, points for noticing your shirt! It definitely sounds like the north side is the place to be.

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    1. Steve, for sure when you stop noticing such things.

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  15. I prefer to wear dark clothing when dining out. lol My mother was the same.

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    1. I generally do too, Darla, and I was that day and the stain barely showed.

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  16. Bus should alert the traffic lights of its presence! It does feel like a badge of shame to be stained. Oh the indignity!
    Very interesting hearing about your North and southsiders. The world is changing and so many unsettling ways, but I suspect we seniors have always felt that way. We have done what we can do, of course we continue to vote and participate, but it is someone else's world. We are only living in it. And as pleasantly as possible too!

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    1. Cloudia, I just hope the current young generation does a better job than we have, but it isn't us ordinary folk who have done the damage.

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  17. Come on, Andrew! You are years younger than John and I!! Attitude is everything!!

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    1. Jackie, I know. I should be doing better for my age, but arthritis is a bugger. I have a cold at the moment too, so my energy levels are low.

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