Cat-sitting and bike-napping

I traveled into Brisbane today to soak up some culture – museum, art gallery – but instead learned some other quirks of the natives.

Said one bogan to another as I walked past them – “I can’t , I’ve gotta go cat-sitting out West.”

Cat-sitting? I’m left wondering;

  • Will the moggies be allowed to stay up late,or will it be lights out at 9pm?
  • Whether the bed-time story will be a quick Three Blind Mice or will it be The Cat in the Hat again? Or maybe they like to be scared a little, something like The Hound of Baskervilles?
  • Will they need a bottle, or a nightcap ( catnip )?
  • Will an intercom be used?
  • Are they toilet-trained?

 

, and more. What are the rates for such a critical role?

I’ve often wondered how safe it is to lock a bike by securing only the frame or front wheel. I found out today when I ran across this in a large shopping centre carpark;

And in between those musings, I did manage to browse through the museum and art gallery. I have to admit, I hardly did them justice, but I did get some evidence.

The gallery and the museum are both ideally located on the “South Bank” of the river, five minutes’ walk from the centre of town. Also in the same stretch are a theatre, and more buildings dedicated to the performing and other Arts.

The gallery building itself was an impressive piece of art. Light, and spacious, predominantly white, and a very natural feel.

Perhaps the museum, a short stumble away, is even more impressive. But that’s down to its range of displays and good use of digital learning tools.

I’ll be back.

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Urban Legends & Fake News

Urban legends are stories spread by word of mouth. Apocryphal stories.

That is,  stories which may  or may not be true,  but have a ring of truth.  And they’ve become so widespread that they’re generally accepted as true. The modern equivalent would be Fake News, but back in the day they were urban legends because – I guess – stories spread faster in cities.  Both are spread by the fastest medium of the time.

I won’t be yapping about Fake News,  or bothering to siphon through vast interweb sewer-pipes to point out what’s fake,  and what isn’t. Following those rabbit-holes leads to madness. Cynics would say that ‘news’ now falls under both categories anyway. But, I will make passing comments on news here and there.

Mostly,  I’ll be writing from a personal point of view, on topics which interest me. Maybe they’ll interest you enough to become widespread “rumours”.