Demise

Some charming snaps of snazzy penmanship in response to demise of a shop, served with an eviction and repossession notice.

Bloomin Blath

Is this one of

the reasons

stv didn’t pass?

Were people distracted by their blooms?

What is it going to take to engage the electorate and get them out to vote?

They seem to come out for hockey matches. Perhaps retired hockey players would ignite a successful campaign or lookalikes even.  It’s so disappointing this opportunity has been lost for a fairer system, one where your vote can actually make a difference.

Sri Lanka Protest: Grid/cross

Here are some pictures I took at a recent protest outside the library against the barbaric slaughter of the Tamils in Sri Lanka. The way the protest banners had this grid or cross shape on the back of them particularly drew my attention. It was a rainy day. I admired the young men and women handing out information via a BBC news story printed up. There was no obvious media presence. The chants were energised but there was a real sense there was no one to listen to them and no vessel through which they’d be heard.

Somnolence

It usually takes an uncanny weather story to lift me from my bloggled somnolence.

This is the tale from today’s Graun about a gal nun that took to a cave for a number of years, hermit solidudette.

Here’s the para that sparked me up

I was ready to do a long retreat - three years in complete solitude.
Once we had a huge blizzard that raged for seven days and nights,
the snow covered the door and window and the whole cave
was in complete blackness. I thought: "This is it."
Looking back, I'm amazed I wasn't claustrophobic.
I felt perfectly calm and resigned. 
Then I heard a voice say, "Shovel out."
I used a saucepan lid and dug a tunnel out.
It took an hour or two and I did it three times 
but survived to tell the tale.