Soundtrack to my youth... 2

Here's a few more snippets of the music
that still echoes in my head...

The first live act I saw... I lived in a country
town, next door to the pub, and I would
sneak into the stage area and watch the
show from a corner at the side of the tin
shed that housed the stage... I was about
8 years old.

The following pieces are from the early to
mid 70s...

I saw AC/DC quite a lot when they were in
town playing the local pubs.

Budgie... I still can't get enough of them.

Oop poop pa doo... Thorpie.

Slade... after this concert I saw them
in Melbourne... what a wild show.

I like this album so much I've included
two tracks... It's STINK - McKenna
Mendelson Mainline.

Enjoy... I know I still do.

Rainbow Connection...

A few posts ago, I did this post that
that referred to rainbows and my loving
partner, Butch.

It seems that she and
rainbows go well together.

There's another rainbow connection with Butch,
and it's to do with the way we communicate.

Butch and I email each other at least five times
each, per day... every day. And we have developed
a method of replying to each other's reply, that
saves us from writing a fresh email every time.
What we do is simply insert our responses at the
appropriate point in the email, in a different font
colour, so that it's easier to decipher the replies
from the replies to the replies... if you follow my
drift... and thereby we create a rather colourful
email.

I have included an example below. I've added a
background, matching the font, so that you can
see what I'm driving at, without seeing what
Butch and I were actually saying.

Rainbow Communication

The use of colourful language
when writing to a loved one


As you can see above, we engage in a lot
of strong, bold colourful language when we 'talk'.

This video seemed appropriate...

Cheers.

A Paper Sign...

I'm very tempted to post this sign on the
gatepost of my house...

Need I say more...?

Well yes I will say more. It makes me so
angry that I would have to even consider
doing something like that.

We live on a
street that's en route to the local rail
station, and as a result we get quite a few
people walking past our house in the
mornings.

Almost every Wednesday, MB's paper is
missing. Sure, she doesn't read it, but that's
not the point. She relies on it being there, and
more often that not... it's not.

I expect that the
person steeling the paper isn't necessarily
your typical criminal type. I guess they would
just blend in with the rest of us. Except for
the fact that this person thinks that picking
up MB's paper as they go to work is
quite okay.

Where do people get
that idea from? And I guess I'm talking
about an adult with reasonable intelligence,
but it seems, without any scruples.

I'm considering laying
in wait to catch them red handed and confront
them... with my camera. (If they're not big
and masculine and likely to bite my head
off, that is.)