So This Is Christmas 2014.

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Well Pubsters,we have survived our first full year under the prime ministerhip of the idiot.


WE have had ups and downs but we are still pretty lucky to be living here compared to a lot of other countries.

Labor hold a commanding lead in all the opinion polls and barring any monumental blunder I fail to see how the Idiot can recover. He has blown what little trust he had with voters and his miserable henchmen and women are not popular as well.All in all I am a lot happier this year at this time than I was 12 months ago.

The Christmas theme was the original theme when the Pub first opened it’s doors over 2 years ago so I thought it would be nice to revisit it at this time of year.

To each and everyone of you ,commenter’s and lurkers alike, I wish you and your families a very merry Christmas and a happy wondrous new Year.Like the man said “Lets Hope it’s a good one”

298 thoughts on “So This Is Christmas 2014.

  1. Two of my daughters bought me a fancy swivel, pump-up chair with arm-rests for X-Mass.

    Probably think that if I am going to spend as much time in front of the PC (especially at The Pub) that I may as well be comfortable.

    Trouble is, it is so comfortable that I may go to sleep quite a bit here now! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. Hi BK.

    Bit of a co-incidence the falling to sleep after X-Mass lunch. Can’t blame the Coopers of Carlton Lights, now can we! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    I got a better excuse than you. I gotta new chair from Santa!

  3. I think the best memory I got today was the joyful jumping of a two year old into a swimming pool for the first time. Her little face lit up as she flung herself repeatedly into the water trusting the grown ups to catch her. Even when it got a bit cooler and she started shivering, she didn’t want to get out.

    Together with good food and good company, having good memories make for a good day, and today was therefore, a very good and merry day.

  4. Good morning Dawn Patrollers.

    This would go down well in Sydney!
    This is a very good sign for NSW. SA has a long way to go though.
    Terry Barnes piles into Abbott over his comments about Morrison moving into Social Services.
    Albo writes in the Guardian about community spirit and inclusion. Donโ€™t treat people as economic units he says.
    Why does Margie look so glum? Is the paper trying to say something?
    Bob Ellis reckons the sole purpose of Abbottโ€™s Christmas message was to show that heโ€™s still married.
    Brigadier Grecian 2000 has walked into a $1b black hole after the Coalition has deferred maintenance spending.
    Woolworths are at it again with their suppliers.
    This Christian Grammar school seems to be in a spot of bother.

  5. Section 2 . . .

    By sticking his ideological nose in Abbott is belittling literary awards.
    The Swimming Naked awards for 2014.
    Andrew Leigh with the economic case for renewable energy.
    Alan Moir with Santa Hockey helping himself.

    David Pope nails Abbott on the effects of the carbon price.
    John Spooner also has a dip.

  6. Bob Ellis’s comments on the NSW election – he could be right. Every single talking head and journalist, when commenting on Robbo’s resignation, said wtte “Of course, Labor has no chance of winning next year’s election”. Were they stating the obvious or trying to influence wavering voters? Take your pick. If Bob is right then voters will need to be turned away from that Labor vote. Who better to do that than the MSM? NSW people are going to hear the ‘Labor can’t win’ slogan an awful lot over the next few months, instead of comment about a scandal-ridden government planning to flog off what remains of the state’s electricity grid. And what about Baird planning to allow open slather on CSG, despite overwhelming opposition from just about everyone. Crickets, I suppose. We won’t hear a word abut the sly deals with James Packer or the plans to destroy Sydney’s Botanic Gardens either, it will just be three word slogans and lots of lies. Will Ellis be right or will the NSW turkeys vote for Christmas again?

  7. Why does Margie look glum? Because she always does. She looked happy at the G20, when she was with the partners of the delegates, well away from her husband. But when she is with him – glum.

    Maybe she asked herself this question – I wondered about it too.
    Why did Tony Abbott choose not to visit the scene of the Cairns massacre?

  8. CTar1

    A big crime story from over the Tasman for you. How Mitsubishi envisioned use of their L300 van…………

    How it is used in Sheepens.

    Two youths have been charged after police found 22 sheep crammed in a van in Gisborne this morning.

    The sheep were discovered “packed in like sardines” in the Mitsubishi L300 van after police tracked the vehicle to a property after being spotted being driven erratically in the city around 2am.

  9. Well we did our bit for #Illridewithyou this Xmas.

    One of HI’s colleagues, a young registrar doctor, said he was a bit lonely because he was far from home and hadn’t established a circle of friends yet, as he’d only been in Sydney for three months and had been working continuously.

    He’s from Pakistan, a Sunni Muslim. HI and I thought we’d invite him over for Xmas afternoon and evening, and then our discussion morphed into one of those “Why dont we do Xmas Day this year?” brainstorm sessions. As I don’t get on all that well with HI’s brother (the Alan Jones fanatic) and he thinks I’m not much chop himself, and as it came to somewhat of a head a couple of months ago when he made some disparaging remarks in my general direction, and as HI took grave offence on my behalf, I was not too keen on the “traditional” Xmas at his house. A certain “awarkedness” might have prevailed.

    So Xmas at Chateau Bushfire & HI went ahead.

    Said Pakistani doctor is very bright and talented, but did not have some quintessentially Australian things quite right. So, in company with several of our friends – whom we also invited over (12, including 2 grandkids, turned up altogether) – we filled him in on the exquisite details of funnel web spiders, brown snakes, great white sharks (although, if you swim in the harbour it’ll be a bull shark that gets you), irukanjis, box jelly fish and large estuarine crocodiles.

    Being a man of science, his eyes hardly widened at all when I explained to him – “No, I’m being serious this time…” – that funnel webs have a poison that only kills small insects and primates… that is… “us”. Among the mammal family, if a dog or a cat (or indeed a kangaroo) is bitten by a funnel web, they merely receive a sharp nip, an itchy rash and a mild discomfort for a couple of hours. But if a human gets bitten, you’d better hope that the hospital has some fresh anti-venome in the fridge and that the car doesn’t break down on the way to the ER.

    His breathing barely quickened when we invited him on a bush walk, dismissing his protests concerning encountering poisonous critters by telling him that if he saw a snake – particularly one colored brown – to run quickly in the opposite direction, because that would give him something to do in the last seven or so seconds of his life. Either that or he could fetch a stick a flick it off the track, letting those behind him scurry to avoid it.

    Small beads of sweat were barely observed when we marvelled that he was with us at all, seeing as one of his favourite swimming places since coming to Sydney was Middle Harbour’s Balmoral Beach, which everyone knows is a breeding ground for bull sharks (with dinkum bravado and much knowing nodding, we offhandedly called them “bullys”), and that swimmers are taken nearly every summer by over-anxious carcharhinus leucas Mums protecting their little ones from plodding, bumbling homo sapiens.

    HI chimed in with terror tales of Indians and Pakistanis jumping into blow holes down the South Coast, never to be seen again. Why, an entire sub-continental family had been swallowed up by the sea in this fashion only a year or two ago. Afterwards, we were not sure whether we had detected a discreet gulp from our freshly minted friend.

    Finally someone called an end to it by saying, “We were only joking.”

    “Things aren’t as bad as all that.” declared another.

    “All you have to be is careful and wear appropriate footwear…” a third added.

    “… And make sure you don’t go swimming at Cairns in the summer…”

    “… And definitely don’t go down to any creeks north of … oh … about Newcastle – Newcastle?…”

    “Well, maybe Port Macquarie…”

    “To fetch water for the billy.” I offered.

    “We lost a couple of bushwalkers that way,” said one of our circle, an ex-AFP forensic officer, “I’m trained, and even I couldn’t help ’em once those jaws got a hold…” He stiffened his arms and made a scissoring motion to give the impression of large jaws joining together.

    An awkward silence fell upon us….

    “Oh, let’s not frighten him,” HI implored. “He’ll be too scared to go out of his door if we keep this up.”

    “Is the water poisonous? Does it have disease?” we were asked by our now enchanted new chum.

    “Saltys…” we replied matter-of-factly.


    “Salt water crocodiles,” we explained patiently, “coming south due to Global Warming…”

    “Global Warming?”

    “Oh yeah, Climate Change.”

    “Lucky it doesn’t exist,” said one of the women, smiling as she brought out a plate of prawns.

    “It doesn’t EXIST?” asked our Pakistani medical mate.

    “Not if you don’t count the bushfires…”

    “Or the floods…”

    “Or the cyclones….”

    “You guys are lucky. You’ve only got the Taliban,” said the policeman.

    “Lucky?” He had a point, I suppose.

    And then the “huntsmen” stories started. While we had given the impression that we were unconcerned about funnel web spiders – “There’s probably a couple of hundred of them right underneath this deck, in the rock crevices…” – it was huntsmen that authentically scared the bejesus out of us.

    “They don’t call them huntsmen for nothing,” my ex-AFP friend stated. “What they do is, they position themselves on the ceiling above your pillow and wait for mozzies… but if they get hungry enough… they go for raw meat.”

    “That’s us,” I put in, helpfully. “Every morning you wake up to see if one of their legs has moved.”

    “But nothing else. They only move a leg, the buggers. People have gone mad checking them out every morning.”

    “And then one morning… pffft… it’s gone.”

    “That’s when you check under the doona… if he’s dropped – they just drop, y’know – you’ll never get out of bed quicker than if you find one sitting on your chest.”

    “Incredibly intelligent animals. Magnificent warriors. They can bundle each group of four legs together and hide under a skirting board.”

    “Big, too. About as big as this…” someone volunteered, picking up a saucer. “And they get in your car too. Through the air vents.”

    “Yep. Bad luck if you’re in traffic when he pops his head up. The challenge is to figure out…”


    “Yeah, quickly… whether he’s on the inside…”

    “… Or the outside.”

    “Phew. That happened to me a couple of times,” said the policeman’s lady friend.

    “Geez, they can move fast, can’t they?” I added.

    “Quick as lightning. Terrifying speed,” said another.

    “If his fur is blowing… ”

    “…Then he’s on the outside. You just use your wipers to flick him.”

    “But if it’s not blowing…”

    “Look for a parking space. Quick.”

    “Quicker the better, really. Even if he’s on the outside, actually.”

    “Fast. Get out of the car and shut the door quickly.”


    “To make sure he doesn’t trundle around the pillar and lob on the dashboard.”

    “You’ll never get him out.”


    “Magnificent warriors, as I said.”

    By this time the doctor had eyes bigger than the diameter of his imagination’s huntsman. He’d had large, prominent eyes to start with. But now they were more like over-sized marbles.

    Luckily, the halal turkey came just then. And the cheese. And the pomme de terre au gratin, and more prawns, and the salad. Plus of course, the ham. There was far too much food. Our friend had a drink of wine (he’d tried alcohol for the first time only a few weeks ago, and liked it… but could we please not tell his parents?). He had a few drinks of wine that night. He’d made the mistake of telling us he still hadn’t managed to get a “buzz” from alcohol.

    We helped him out on that one too.

    It certainly was a jolly time that was had by all. Xmas 2014.

    And not a terrorist in sight.

  10. BB

    You and your lot are awful. ๐Ÿ™‚ Do you think he’ll come back for Xmas next year?

    Just got a phone call from son, has very sore mouth and throat, won’t be coming. Now we have to cope with three teenagers all on our own for lunch. Wonder if we can find enough in common to talk about, (when they haven’t got their heads stuck in their phones), maybe they’ll watch the cricket…….

  11. Puffy,

    On my numerous trips from Melbourne to Canberra/Sydney and back 2010-2012, I found it fascinating to watch the bridge spans required for the highway duplication north of the border being taken up on long long trailers, which would then return unladen, but with the trailer all neatly folded up behind the prime mover.

    I’ve been trying to find images, but without luck.

  12. interesting story

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