Just keeping yous in the loop

So I l peer over the balcony and see THAT !! – gallons and gallons (whatever gallons are in metric measurement) of .. some liquid being poured out from left to right into the top left corner of the tank on the left – from  behind the little tree – and also from the tank on the right. Right ?

So what the fuck is going on ? What IS the yellow liquid [shudder !] and where is it going ?!

It’s travelling along that thick hose that comes out of the l.h. tank on its bottom left, curling around the blue shed thingy and going .. BACK INTO THE PIT !!!

[gasp !]

Said I would, didn’t I ..?

Yeah, it’s on again – me moving.

Showing you that I shot from my balcony.

And that is the latest version. Doubt it’s the final one.

The full intersection:  Elizabeth Street, Victoria Street and the beginning of Leicester Street – luverly, isn’t it ? There’s no end to the construction, it seems. You may begin to comprehend why I turn once more to my (other) hobby – moving.

I will keep you updated, regardless of the fact that you haven’t the slightest wish to have that happen .. and, in fact, will avert your eyes from updating posts. I am relentless: I SHALL UPDATE.

[grin]

On Life – or, rather, On Cholesterol

I’m immortal, surely ! – I must be.

It isn’t possible that I’m going to kark at any stage: I’m ME, alive, breathing, thinking, eating, writing, crocheting, loving my little mog and a small, select group of humans and [deep breath] planning to move again. (Shut up. More later.)

But.

Friday I saw my GP, who explained to me a report from another doctor who wrote it after seeing what is known as a ‘calcium score’ CT scan. Cecile – my GP, in whom I have a great deal of trust, but it is not unlimited – had about a year ago found signs of atrial fibrillation and sent me to a cardiologist. He could not find any more signs, and in fact none have since been found .. except that the calcium score the other day has – as some kind of next step up, presumably – this time found atherosclerosis. O joy ! – disease that killed my father at 64.   😦

So, having become a dedicated fan of Malcolm Kendrick’s since my younger sister introduced me to his book “The Great Cholesterol Con”, which I followed with his “The Clot Thickens”, I’m suddenly actually involved in it all !

What do I mean by “it” ? – I refer to the facts that prove beyond any doubt to me – as well as to Paula, and now (deo gratias !) to many doctors around the world – that cholesterol, far from being bad, is both good and vitally necessary. And that statins are very likely to be the worst con perpetrated on humans by other humans, ever ! (For which you must blame Big Pharma, who are making billions of bucks out of them.)

I must go visit the cardiologist again, as soon as I can get an appointment. It will be interesting. Cecile simply wrote in her referral to him that “she is not on statins” and has handed me on to him with a big sigh of relief. I suggested as she was typing that she should say “and if you can get her onto them you’ll be succeeding where I have failed absolutely !”, but she demurred .. [grin]

I think my major interest now is in ascertaining what he has in mind. An angiogram ? And if it does indeed prove that artery/arteries is/are atherosclerotic, what then ? Because au fond, as the French say succinctly, any treatment by statins he has in mind is never going to be undertaken by me. Not ever. So is there actually any point in an angiogram ?

The cardio is not going to be tickled pink with me. What can I say in my own defence ? Well, there have been many times when the entire medical fraternity has been proven wrong about something, and the cholesterol “diet/heart hypothesis” is IT, currently. I have read Malcolm Kendrick – sorry, I have listened to two of his books, and I agree with everything he writes: the logic is irrefutable. Imnsho it is not possible to take in what he says and not believe it. And below is the kind of simplified garbage that you find on Google – or presumably any search engine – if you go searching on “cholesterol”:

It’s utter bullshit. There ain’t no sech thing. Eat as much fat, of all kinds (not counting trans fats !) as you like/want.

Read Malcolm Kendrick and become another believer !

 

Made me grumpy !

I was wasting time the other day (becoz I was reluctant to return to my crochet, owing to a fear that the second panel was smaller than the first in a very fine wool sweater I’m making) watching cat videos on YouTube.

I saw one wherein a very attractive moggy – orange and white – was gazing at a mobile phone, and then curled up on top of it. The video purported to be footage of a cat shown an image of its dead owner; and I will confess that I had a lump in my throat upon seeing it.

Said lump was only in existence for a nanosecond but.

“WOT ?!” I cried aloud: “cats can see people on phone screens and recognise them ??” I laughed scornfully: “total bullshit !!”

This video – also on YouTube, of course – proves me right. Amazingly, I think, it doesn’t out the video on the grounds of how illogical it is !

There are people out there making up fake videos. One can’t help wondering why, fer crissake !!!!

The contentious issue

I’ve posted about this before, and since then have grown more convinced that my opinion is sound ..

The voice to Parliament. Please read this indisputably informed article.

I wasn’t enthusiastic about it originally, and now I’m positively anti.

Our First Nation people are divided, and don’t let anyone tell you differently: there are those who have the ear of government; there are those who live the same way as we ‘whiteys’ do; and there are those living in absolute poverty all over the country.

It’s the first group driving the voice to Parliament.

It’s the last group to whom the voice will make not the slightest difference.

STOP PRESS: I feel obliged to insert also this article sent to The Australian by the historian Geoffrey Blainey (probably because we used one of his  as a textbook when I was at school !) ..

 

How much do you know about the Voice ?


I’ve made it a link, as well, because as it is it’s kinda teeny.

Here I am being disagreeable, right ? – wrong.

My first reaction when the Voice issue started being topical was that I was very pro. But I’ve changed my mind after reading a shitload of information like this piece that comes from the Financial Review.

I suggest you click on the small version up there of the article, and go read the legible version.

It ought to open your eyes.

The famous Sydney fireworks

You’ve heard of them, yes ?

So this is what they’re like ..

Frankly, I had long since grown bored by fireworks during my 41 years in Tinseltown there: Stringer and I spent about 15 of them living in Pyrmont, right under several of the central points of ‘delivery’.

Even now it seems to me just more of the same.  But them wot’s never seen these fireworks will think more of them than do I ..

Again ? – another year already ??!

Not fair: the older I become the faster time goes. It should be the other way ’round. Sighhh .. Oh well, I shall be accepting of this more than somewhat dismaying tendency.

Happy Noo Yurr to anyone and everyone who passes this way: be of good cheer and welcome in 2023 with optimism. It’s no good grumbling “Why ? for heaven’s sake !!! – there ain’t nuthin’ to be optimistic about ..” because One Never Knows.

And besides, I LOVE YOUS ALL, channelling Our Jeff. There can be little better than that, surely ?    [grin]

And about bloody time !!!

Very happy to identify my political leanings.

It was well past time for Australians to take ScoMo to task for his absolute refusal to acknowledge climate change and his own betrayal of trust regarding a Federal Integrity Commission.

Amongst other things, of course.

The only awful news coming out of yesterday is that our tv screens and online newspapers will shortly be filled with images of the repulsive and completely OTT Peter Dutton as he becomes the Opposition Leader.

I couldn’t bear that: I shall have to start selecting a god to pray to that the ABC and The Guardian don’t give him as much coverage as they did ScoMo ..

HNY and all that

Yeah, I know: I sound less than fulsome, don’t I ?

It’s because I’m running out of any ability to be nice (or even pretend to be). The Boodster is much more pleasant company than am I, and that’s the truth .


Stringer used often to call me “Lucy” .. And that version of her is EXACTLY how I feel.

I s’pose you’re wondering why the mood ..?

Can’t bring myself to tell you, not right now. Maybe during the week. Probably.

You’d be only sensible if you shrugged and said “OK then, fuck you M-R ! – who even cares ?!” ..