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Happy Birthday To Me

Thursday, March 3rd, 2016

It’s my birthday today. Hooray! Happy Birthday to me πŸ™‚

I was talking to someone about naming children, and how they had great difficulty doing just that. For me the choice was always easy: a boy would be called Hercules (or Herakles); a girl Momo. But I suppose some really stress over it, evidenced by the library of books and websites intended to help you name your child.

I’m lucky in that 44 years ago my parents selected well. My name is strong and regal, and impresses everyone I meet. “That man”, they think, “has the name of a king.” If I could rename myself, I wouldn’t change a thing!

My parents once told me I was named after one of Dad’s relatives – an uncle I think – and had I been a girl my name would have been Irmgarde. Here’s a photo of me if I had turned out as Irmgarde:

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The gentlemen would have been queuing at the door!

It’s a good story but I have long had my doubts. For decades now I have believed I was actually named after someone else. Specifically one of these guys:

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Consider the evidence:

1) Mum was always a rabid Sesame Street fan
2) This pair was ‘born’ in 1969, and first on Australian TV in late 1970
3) My brother was born early 1971 – less than 4 months after Sesame Street first aired
4) Both my and my brothers names are the full versions of the names of this pair
5) Both me and (especially) my brother bear strong physical resemblances to these dignified muppets:

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Putting aside the fact that my parents were in Papua New Guinea at the time (and more likely to spot a dinosaur than a television), this evidence seems incontrovertible.

So next time someone tells you that Irmgarde story, you can nod knowingly and say “cool story bro” while inwardly smiling at the truth behind my name πŸ™‚

Anzac Day

Friday, January 8th, 2016

Dad and I went to see the Anzac Walk, a new elevated platform opened this past year to commemorate 100 years since WW1. 

 

  
As you can see the weather was lovely, and the views of the city and ocean from the high walkway were wonderful. Highly recommended if you’re in Newcastle. 

 
We continued down to Newcastle beach, which was still closed due to heavy seas. This didn’t dissuade the sun bathers though. 

 
Here’s a shot of the same beach from 1912: 

 
That shot is from one of the exhibits in Newcastle Museum, which we visited after lunch. Although this had been opened for several years, I’d never been before and was surprised how good it is.

In addition to detailed exhibits on Newcastle history, the museum also contained a superb section of hands-on physics experiments demonstrating a wide range of phenomena including magnetism, optics, mechanics and more specialized things such as turbulence or eddy currents! Here’s dad exploiting a long lever arm to lift a car: 

 
By mid afternoon it had gotten quite hot, and despite the liberal application of sunblock I’m sure I’ve burned myself a little. 

 
Dad went home and I continued on to explore a wealth of antique and bric-a-brac shops around Hamilton. One thing led to another and a couple of hours had passed. I purchased nothing, but may have got this chess computer had shipping it home not been a pain: 

 
I’m ruined by the sun now, and very tired. I can barely stay awake watching this ‘Hitler movie’ dad’s just put in the DVD player πŸ™‚

Corporal Punishment

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2015

I was talking to KLS the other day about punishment back in school and she was slightly appalled by some of my stories. It seems she was never punished back in her school years, or perhaps was never bad enough to deserve punishment!

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I’m not sure I was ever actually caned in school, although I vividly remember being in a room with the principle of my first school (St Pauls) while another child was caned. It was classic ‘back of the calves’ stuff, using a stick much like the one pictured. I remember him crying out, so I guess the teacher who did it really got him good. I don’t recall why I was there, or if he was a friend, or what he (or I, or any of the others there) had done.

A few years later, at a different school (St Josephs) , I was beaten by a nun. I think the crime was ‘talking in class’ (a skill I mastered at an early age) and I remember I had to put my hands palm down flat on a desk while she hit our knuckles sharply with a wet ruler. Why wet? Because she licked it first. I can remember it hurt intensely (she was basically hitting our bones wasn’t she?) and I probably vowed to myself at the time to speak more softly next time I spoke in class!

School canes

This was in the very late 70s, and caning didn’t seem an unusual punishment. It was dreaded though: the ‘nuclear’ option for students who presumably didn’t respond to other forms of discipline. But as I aged, it seemed to become less common and certainly by my teenage years was all-but-unheard of. I recall a debate in the media about the practice that led to it being ostracized and then banned, and a quick glance at Wikipedia shows me this happened in 1987, although the ban was repealed (!) two years later and the practice was legal again until ’95. I doubt many schools caned then though, since the public has shown such disapproval.

Now detention, that was a punishment that my high school embraced fully, and I was several times the recipient of the coloured-paper letter home informing my parents I would be staying late after school. Here’s a few of the reasons I can remember getting detention:
– For peer-pressuring another student to throw a tennis ball at a teacher. The ball hit him squarely in the face and we all got a weeks detention.
– For telling a teacher she had a big nose.
– For exposing photographic paper to sunlight to intentionally destroy it.
– For having a ‘clay fight’ in an art-room that resulted in clay being stuck to walls and ceiling.
I’m sure there were others!

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Detention was always an intriguing affair. It never really bothered me much because it wasn’t very long (an hour) and it wasn’t very uncommon. Almost everyone I knew had been on detention at least once, and many of the times I got it so did my friends (exception: the nose comment). The actual ‘punishment’ differed depending on which teacher was unlucky enough to be supervising that day, and ranged from just sitting in a room silently (the most boring) to picking up rubbish around school (slightly interesting) to going across the street and getting fish and chips and then returning to watch Pretty Woman in the A/V room (I kid you not)!

One of my friends (PM) used to save his detention letters and would proudly show them off. When given a weeks detention once during a class he boldly told the teacher he wouldn”t care even if she give him a year’s detention. So she did! This was big news in the playground in those days, but I think his parents complained and he ended up with the original week.

In my final school (SFX) if detention existed I was not aware of it, and caning was certainly not done there. Discipline was most definitely a thing (and one I was slightly involved in while I was captain), but I think it was a bit more progressive than beatings and incarcerations. Next time I’m in Oz, I’ll ask my friend KB (who works at that school now) how they punish the miscreants in the 21st century!

So were you ever detained or beaten at school? Do you remember why?

A Mystery Finally Solved!

Wednesday, August 19th, 2015

I like Mark Gatiss. While there’s no doubt he’s a bit of a genre gadfly, he’s certainly literature, accomplished, and seems to share a lot of my interests. A lifelong fan of horror and science fiction, he’s forged a career in writing and acting that includes such shows as (new) Doctor Who and Sherlock. I’ve liked most of his work, read a couple of his books, and watched (or listened to) quite a few of his documentaries. In short, this is a guy worth paying attention to. Plus, Jon Pertwee is His Doctor too.

Yesterday I watched his three-episode History of Horror series that he made for BBC some years back. It’s all on YouTube, but if you only watch one episode I recommend the second. As I watched it yesterday I felt a great sense of relief wash over me as a lifelong mystery was solved. 

 
Let’s cut back about 30-something years. It was a dark night, past our bedtime, and mum and dad had started watching a horror movie. Being a bit of a (nascent) buff, I wanted to watch as well, and sat down with them to enjoy it. I recall shots of fields and forests, and someone plowing a field, and then a terrifying and eerie shot of a skull with a living eye in it. This very shot, to be specific: 

 
It terrified me, and I’m sure you can see why. Mum quickly changed the channel and packed us off to bed, but I didn’t forget the image quickly. In fact I never forgot it, and have wondered for my entire life what the film was and why the farmer found this in his field and what happened next! I’d made attempts over the years to deduce the identity of the film, and have watched countless british horror films of the 1960s and 70s always wondering when – if! – I’d find the one with this unforgettable image.

Until yesterday the mystery was unsolved. But thanks to Gatiss’ documentary, I now know the identity of the film: 

 
The film is called Satan’s Skin or The Blood On Satan’s Claw and was made in England in 1970. It seems like an entirely disturbing and remarkable horror film about a rural village influenced to depravity and evil by The Devil. I think it’s quite right that my mum didn’t let me watch it 30+ years ago!

Of course now I know the identity of the film the next step is to actually watch it. This may prove difficult due to the DVD being out of print and the Blu-Ray being UK region only (and very expensive). It’s not available on Amazon prime either. But I’m a patient sort, and it’s now added to my list of other films that I intend to one day sit down and enjoy. I wonder if I’ll find it as creepy now as I did when I was a child?

Summer In Berlin

Monday, July 27th, 2015

I’m been experiencing the ennui of one not on an overseas vacation, so it’s time to remedy the situation. Therefore, with great pomp and ceremony, later this week we will be going to Germany!

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This is of course no sudden decision. This trip has been in the late-planning stages for some weeks, the early-planning stages for a couple of years and the distant-planning stages for a lifetime. I do of course have Teutonic blood in my veins, and it’s time to return to das Vaterland and reclaim my throne!

But this is no solo trip! I will be traveling with a company of four others: Kristin, Bernard, Jim and Alois. Starting and ending in Frankfurt, we’re going to do the whole country in style together – from castles to beer-houses – wearing our German last names (yes, even Jim) with pride. Here’s our route:

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Very little is planned! We’ve booked out hotels and our trains, as well as a coach trip to Castle Neuschwanstein (in the picture above), but the rest of the adventure is an open book. I suspect there’ll be a lot of this though:

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I estimate there will be about 24 hours in total of rail and coach transport during our two week trip. To keep morale high as we ride the rails, I have prepared a ‘German Travel Quiz’ for Bernard. 25 fiendish trivia questions in five topics await him! He only has to score 60% per topic to win up to five prizes, but if he loses he will forsake his ‘escrow prize’ (in other words, I’ll keep it). If he gets at least 60% on every quiz he will win the ultimate prize, but if he fails even once he’s going to give me his handheld computer from the 1980s. Maybe. We’ll see πŸ™‚

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This promises to be a memorable and epic vacation. Needless to say you can – and should – follow our travels here on this very blog!