tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83965939409999952592011-09-16T21:49:46.389+10:00If Shakespeare was alive today, I can't imagine what he'd say.KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-26740137961209686432010-09-19T18:30:00.001+10:002010-09-19T18:36:21.973+10:00In a live performance frenzy, I've been to three plays in three days.<br />Firstly: Quack at Griffin Theatre. For lovers of gore, you need travel no more.<br />Secondly: Jersey Boys. Channelling my inner Frankie Valli (and loving it).<br />Thirdly: August: Osage County. The Steppenwolf Theatre Co production. All I can say about August: Osage County is run, don't walk to the box office. It's brilliant.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2674013796120968643?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-47304068773503368272010-09-12T15:35:00.005+10:002010-09-12T15:44:07.718+10:00I've been listening to Alain de Botton podcasts about Heathrow and The Joys and Sorrows of Work. That man does something to me, in the way I see the world: he helps me see it with more charming detail than usual.<br />So. I arrived home in the early evening last night and made a trip to the washing line.<br />A torchlight was playing in next door's yard, wielded by their little girl who was sitting on top of her cubby, which sits quite high - like a second storey on a house.<br />I yoo-hooed at her and she yoo-hooed back. We talked about the fingernail moon (which it turned out we'd both been admiring) and I told her I loved to see her sitting on top of her cubby in the dark. She's been back there today and that's been the first time for some months.<br />The King of Darlinghurst wasn't that keen on the torchlight last night, but all in all, it was like being in Cloudstreet.<br />Heavenly.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4730406877350336827?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-14545311224889974382010-09-05T15:32:00.004+10:002010-09-05T15:45:44.547+10:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/TIMsKPjgngI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PXO24LZbiMU/s1600/DSC04685.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513298923317403138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/TIMsKPjgngI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PXO24LZbiMU/s200/DSC04685.JPG" /></a>My model for this drawing was the flying fox at the front counter of the Australian Museum in College Street in Sydney.<br />He only has one ear. Hence his name -Vincent van Flying Fox, given by me.<br />He is drawn in charcoal and chalk on architectural film. He's about 1.5m x 1m.<br />And he reminds me of all the noisy little fruit bats that fly in and out of Darlinghurst of a summer's night. Some of them party in our palm trees.<br />This little guy's flying times are done, but he certainly has a good profile being on the front counter at the museum.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1454531122488997438?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-56528406669707841982010-09-04T13:33:00.004+10:002010-09-04T13:47:11.409+10:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/TIHAXrrxexI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ukP514ClRbw/s1600/Hosier_Lane_in_the_rain.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512898931974044434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/TIHAXrrxexI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ukP514ClRbw/s200/Hosier_Lane_in_the_rain.jpg" /></a>Arriving in one's home town when it's raining is the perfect way to see it.<br /><br /><div></div><div>A couple of weeks ago, as Australia headed to the ballot box, I flew into Melbourne. In the rain.</div><div> </div><div>I texted a friend in London: "It's raining. Love a wet home town." And he texted back: "Not sure if I understand that - but lots of UK towns are wet."</div><br /><div></div><div>I wanted to explain what I meant and in truth, I wasn't quite sure myself what I loved about it.</div><br /><div></div><div>I texted back: "It's that mistiness rain brings - a bit like memory." </div><br /><div></div><div>So rain blurs the edges of things, which is beautiful, because there's such a sharpness about returning to a place you left two decades before. You know it at its very heart. But in another way, you don't know it at all.</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5652840666970784198?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-65541532622259299612010-05-30T18:13:00.003+10:002010-05-30T18:19:44.219+10:00<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12093807&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12093807&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/12093807">Sockington 1.5 Million Movie</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user411865">Jason Scott</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><p>My bro and Twitterpal, @sockington has just made my day, my May, my "everything". For the third video running, he has included my (gorgeous) self in his media milestone. That's me yawning on the Temple du Max to the sign: "Socka- 1.5 - million. Chow on down."</p><p>We reckon Fatty is the piece de resistance, the filmmaker de jour, the cleverest clogs in Clogville.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6554153262225929961?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-79465889780413504262010-04-18T13:14:00.003+10:002010-04-18T13:18:42.643+10:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/S8p5mEAtd7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hcq5r8xYay0/s1600/Neko+cafe.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461311192958859186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/S8p5mEAtd7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hcq5r8xYay0/s200/Neko+cafe.jpg" /></a>The King of Darlinghurst (aka Max the Duster) is not known for his friendliness to strangers. Or even the staff.<br />This could be an impediment to him taking a role in a Neko (cat) cafe.<br />Neko cafes (see pic, at left, from the Curl Up cafe) are apparently the rage in Tokyo, where people live in apartments not big enough or suitable for cats. So people who like cats (mainly girls and women, according to my Japanese source) go and get their feline fix at a Neko cafe.<br />From the linked article, the owner (who didn't want to be named) is quoted as saying: "I take utmost care in hygiene so as not to bring in any germs harmful to the cats. That's why I always keep the cats and the room clean and ask visitors to wash their hands before entering the cafe space."<br />She said the cafe welcomes anyone and the rules - including not doing things the cats would dislike -are observed. Natch.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mysinchew.com/node/3707">http://www.mysinchew.com/node/3707</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-7946588978041350426?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-5124443680040897132010-04-11T16:08:00.001+10:002010-04-11T16:10:18.215+10:00Hannah has started blogging. Hooray for Hannah! Here she is:<br /><br /><a href="http://screenculture.net/hannahl/">http://screenculture.net/hannahl/</a><br /><br />I hope she is more frequent in her postings than me. I did intend to blog about the excellence of King Lear by Bell Shakespeare, but prithee... I got distracted.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-512444368004089713?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-89307650389737241642010-01-03T16:18:00.004+11:002010-01-03T16:24:13.426+11:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/S0ApCdCzLTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ch06vrFYAU8/s1600-h/glovepuppetwithhat.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422379073486925106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/S0ApCdCzLTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ch06vrFYAU8/s200/glovepuppetwithhat.jpg" /></a>Having joined the Cloud Appreciation Society in the dying days of 2009, I have submitted my first photo to them: Glove Puppet with a Hat, shot at Machans Beach north of Cairns in October 2009. <div>(c) KymoftheKing</div><div>Truth is, I am open to suggestion on what this cloud actually looks like. Maybe a toy puppy?</div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8930765038973724164?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-24871957525055386642009-12-06T10:42:00.005+11:002009-12-06T11:03:59.680+11:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sxrw2Huu-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QFxhkP6Luho/s1600-h/tim+minchin.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411902714817738914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sxrw2Huu-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QFxhkP6Luho/s200/tim+minchin.jpg" /></a>Wowie and ooh la la.<br />I saw Tim Minchin last night at the State Theatre. I simply adore him (if one can adore someone without knowing them) and had never seen him live.<br />First I saw him on Enough Rope and Spicks &amp; Specks and then caught the doco about him (Rock n Roll Nerd). One time on Spicks he spotted a silly joke in grammar or punctuation that had amused me too. Then I became intrigued by him (in a good and not stalkery way). Indeed I was captivated.<br />He is an amazing lyricist and such an original performer: erudite, witty, naughty and alluring to boot!<br />In this funny and fickle old town of Sydney, it's great to be part of a standing ovation for such a unique creature: a kind of Leunig for the stage.<br />If Tim Minchin did a project with Alain de Botton, that would be my idea of perfection.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2487195752505538664?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-38602282123864469852009-11-25T18:58:00.005+11:002009-11-25T23:03:28.169+11:00(c) KymoftheKing<br /><br /><br />If you use 'em, credit 'em!<br />I love MasterChef -- and I love all the judges. Especially George... no, Gary... no, Matt!<br /><br />A judge who we love is called Matt.<br />And Matt - well, he loves his cravat.<br />He’s top notch on the nosh<br />And he looks awfully posh.<br />With no Matt it would all be quite flat.<br /><br />A judge we know only as George<br />Would chew and - quite simply - he'd gorge*.<br />‘Twas his action with forks<br />That caused all the squawks<br />And made him entirely less gorg.<br /><br />And then there’s the one who’s called Gary.<br />(He isn’t called Barry or Harry.)<br />He’s worked as a chef<br />And he never says f…<br />He’s the one who you’d quite like to marry!<br /><br />*well he wouldn't really gorge; we're just trying to make a fun rhyme here folks.<br />Love ya George and can't wait to eat at The Press Room!<br /><br />http://www.888dag.com/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3860228212386446985?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-55821661255927517922009-08-26T11:00:00.006+10:002009-08-26T11:06:45.250+10:00Love the sign above the returns bin in the local DVD/video store in Darlinghurst:<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong>T. Hanks</strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SpSJNXPoalI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wZE78YlM3Pw/s1600-h/t+hanks.jpg"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374071118030727762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SpSJNXPoalI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wZE78YlM3Pw/s200/t+hanks.jpg" /></strong></a><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh yes, laughed out loud when I saw it yesterday.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><strong></strong><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5582166125592751792?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-31943808685489815862009-08-19T21:29:00.004+10:002009-08-19T21:52:57.933+10:00His name is Sockington.<br />He is uber Cat. Max is the King of Darlinghurst; Socks is the King of Twitter and King of the World.<br />But behold.<br />Max appears (thrice!) in the Sockamillion movie after an earlier half-mill show:<br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6169275&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6169275&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/6169275">Socks Army One Million Strong</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user411865">Jason Scott</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3194380868548981586?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-43285217228268211992009-08-03T13:35:00.003+10:002009-08-03T13:38:46.114+10:00I've just had a weekend in Brisvegas, which is 5 degrees warmer than Sydney and a great place for me - as I got to spend time with someone who knows me very well. The King (see twitterfeed, right) is yowling his head off and now it's time to plant my feet back in Darlinghurst after two weekends away.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4328521722826821199?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-49666344193140511172009-07-19T15:05:00.002+10:002009-07-19T15:08:04.611+10:00I am amused and bemused by the loss of the original recordings of footage of man landing on the moon.<br />As Tony Eastley said at the end of AM on Friday on ABC Radio: "If you've got them at home, give us a ring."<br />I do understand how I lose stuff in my life. But this is a record breaking mislaying of items.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4966634419314051117?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-64702449936657478232009-05-25T21:50:00.004+10:002009-05-25T22:01:25.379+10:00I've been absolutely laughing my head off about the career counsellor with the predilection for root vegetables in The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work. I laughed until I nearly choked (well I was lying in bed at the time) at the following reference:<br />"The couple were admirably fond of some of the less popular vegetables in the English repertoire, for at most times of the day - even in the early morning - the place smelt powerfully of freshly boiled cabbage or swede."<br />I can't tell you why, but there are several references to the counsellor and his wife's culinary love and these observations made me extremely giggly. I guess they're interspersed between serious career moments and that's just how it is with vegetables.<br />When I laugh in bed, the King gets tossed around, but he seems to be made of sturdy stuff and copes fairly well with the quiltquake.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6470244993665747823?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-22191077907619104262009-05-20T20:58:00.002+10:002009-05-20T21:03:30.962+10:00<object height="225" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4739474&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4739474&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/4739474">Sockington 500,000 Followers</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user411865">Jason Scott</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>. Enormous excitement in the Kingdom of Darlinghurst as the Cyber Cat of them all, Sockington, includes Max the Duster aka the King of Darlinghurst in the video marking his 500,000th follower.</p><p>We are overjoyed, banging our paws together with delight. </p><p>Watch out for Max in the Socks Rocks hat.</p><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2219107790761910426?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-16162868905439197862009-05-09T10:42:00.003+10:002009-05-09T10:55:17.472+10:00With my nose firmly in Alain de Botton's new book, The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work, I have been refreshe<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SgTRntcr3jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Q0DZsX3RBw/s1600-h/botton+cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333618338858524210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SgTRntcr3jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Q0DZsX3RBw/s200/botton+cover.jpg" border="0" /></a>d in my view of the world.<br />Yesterday I had to go into the city for an appointment after several days of being home ill.<br />It seemed to me that everyone was from central casting: immensely colourful in their own way, yet typical.<br />Two women at the noodle bar at David Jones sipped on their wines and discussed children, home decorating, friends and their next lunch, while the people cooking and serving us were on full display in their work mode. It was all remarkably <em>vivid</em>. I guess I was paying attention.<br />In the watch repair shop, I was one of several customers - the young woman getting a charm fixed to her bracelet, the stylishly dressed handsome black guy who was getting something done to what appeared to be a diamond-encrusted watch (matching his diamond encrusted pinky ring). The watch was roughly the size of a large sample pot of moisturiser. I felt like I was in a dream when he showed his Florida driving license [as ID, I guess]. An older woman was getting impatient because whatever she was waiting for wasn't ready and she was going overseas the next day, with many tasks and engagements to fulfil before she left. Again, remarkably vivid moments that may have passed me by, if not for reading yet another marvellous book by Alain de Botton.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1616286890543919786?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-77977570311871250192009-05-06T17:13:00.005+10:002009-05-06T17:18:29.547+10:00Walking down Victoria Street in Darlinghurst just now, a very old man ambled toward me. I was anticipating being asked for money.<br />But no. He wanted to know where "Young Street" was. Indeed.<br />(In truth - as far as I am aware - there is no Young Street. Neither metaphorically, nor literally.)<br />A bit like how on Monday night I was walking by the Eastern Distributor exit on William Street. A young guy was taking a piss in Wisdom Lane. Wisdom Lane is a No Through Road.<br />I'll leave that with you.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-7797757031187125019?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-63307100842630111072009-04-26T11:25:00.004+10:002009-04-26T11:34:31.777+10:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SfO4wgQhtEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4SnOeRHzxw0/s1600-h/DSC01811.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328805927541912642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SfO4wgQhtEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4SnOeRHzxw0/s200/DSC01811.JPG" border="0" /></a> The King loves nothing more than a good Tweet.<br />But Sockington's call out this morning for members of Socks Army to upload pix of themselves in party hats almost ended the King's love of Twitter. He wriggled and pulled his ears back, retreating from our impromptu photo shoot with extraordinary cunning. The only chance for getting him to pose was to fill his dinner dish and then gently drop the paper cone hat over one ear while he was busy eating.<br />Such is life.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6330710084263011107?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-59711416552428664632009-04-18T16:55:00.003+10:002009-04-18T16:59:07.415+10:00Hit the pool for the first time in yonks. It was much cleaner then when I was last there.<br />That old black line is still there though.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5971141655242866463?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-81347893999544747602009-04-10T14:47:00.004+10:002009-04-10T14:51:54.653+10:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sd7QHJnwfyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gNWaORcokU4/s1600-h/hot+cross+bun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322920630858841890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sd7QHJnwfyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gNWaORcokU4/s200/hot+cross+bun.jpg" border="0" /></a>Infinity Bakery in Darlinghurst next to the fire station makes the best hot cross buns. Everyone knows it to be true. <div>Actually, they are official suppliers of hot cross buns to the King of Darlinghurst.</div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8134789399954474760?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-43921788469530422852009-04-05T11:31:00.003+10:002009-04-05T11:34:19.238+10:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SdgKL_74I0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/GJS_gG_mUXc/s1600-h/Yayoi.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321014160995656514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SdgKL_74I0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/GJS_gG_mUXc/s320/Yayoi.bmp" border="0" /></a> The Yayoi Kusama exhibition at the MCA at Circular Quay is a must-go, must-see. Your head may hurt from the richness of the images, but go anyway. <div>Extraordinaire!</div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4392178846953042285?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-61232553067875628562009-03-31T21:46:00.002+11:002009-03-31T21:50:02.997+11:00The king, like the rest of the world, is transported by Sockington. He's joined Socks Army. No hope now.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><object height="225" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3808143&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3808143&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/3808143">Sockington 200,000 Followers</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user411865">Jason Scott</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6123255306787562856?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-13544087841331989282009-03-29T14:42:00.002+11:002009-03-29T14:44:48.994+11:00Max (aka The King) now has three followers on Twitter. Enough to build a religion on. The one devoted to eating, sleeping and sitting in the garden from time to time.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1354408784133198928?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-46605313020774190642009-03-28T08:02:00.005+11:002009-03-28T08:08:34.453+11:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sc0_9yEcLJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3Lxwv0VzGbU/s1600-h/twitter+logo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977065639390354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sc0_9yEcLJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3Lxwv0VzGbU/s320/twitter+logo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The King has started twittering. It seems to be his milieu. He is bonkers about Sockington, Sockington, Sockington, Sockington, Sockington... etc</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4660531302077419064?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-10326885208414814142009-03-17T18:31:00.004+11:002009-03-17T18:46:19.689+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sb9T054zCPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/inqc22rD4V4/s1600-h/red+cordial.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314058253677824242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/Sb9T054zCPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/inqc22rD4V4/s320/red+cordial.jpg" border="0" /></a>My loathing of huntsman spiders (or are they just huntsmen?) is renowned. Grown men have been phoned in the middle of the night to come over and remove them from my sight.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yesterday I resorted to a text "call out" of various male acquaintances to evict the latest invader.<br /><br /><br /><br />G. came to the rescue. Rewarding him with wine and a lamb kebab couscous dinner was the least I could do.<br /><br /><br /><br />The previous night (warning dear reader: gin and Augusten Burroughs are a bad combination when encountering a huntsman of huge proportions), I had been awake for hours. For a long while I had been lying in bed, pretending it would all be OK. Every few minutes I'd flick the light on, but it became too much when one of the spider's ruby eyes glinted at me.<br /><br /><br />So I upped camp and went to sleep in the lounge room. The King was delighted with the novelty of the new sleeping arrangements and jumped around incessantly. I filled him up on treats to pacify him, but it was like giving a kid red cordial. The three of us were awake: the spider, the King and me.<br /><br />A bad, bad urban story that ended with G. freeing the spider into the wilds of Darlinghurst. It's now out petitioning the neighbourhood about victimisation.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1032688520841481414?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-68222930854429065022009-03-11T23:01:00.001+11:002009-03-11T23:03:09.900+11:00It's my new favourite saying.<br />As in: "<em>That</em> is on the wrong side of Wrongtown!"<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6822293085442906502?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-55972732908201317532009-03-10T21:25:00.004+11:002009-03-10T21:31:14.953+11:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SbZA-OIdf0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1LdYcKoeQRU/s1600-h/5c+coin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311504248219729730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SbZA-OIdf0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1LdYcKoeQRU/s320/5c+coin.jpg" border="0" /></a>I seem to pick up money everywhere. <div>Today there was another 5c coin at the bus stop. So I carried it around all day and it will go in the kitty purse with all the other found coins. </div><div>At some random "lucky" day in the future, I will buy a lottery ticket with them.</div><div>Fingers crossed.</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5597273290820131753?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-4418958518437624592009-03-08T16:28:00.002+11:002009-03-08T16:29:57.284+11:00Knocked flat for a week by a head cold.<br />Honestly. King of Darlinghurst marvellous company.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-441895851843762459?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-33538944857019621852009-03-02T14:12:00.004+11:002009-03-02T14:19:24.587+11:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SatPgnxvVnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bK3AqQvxSMQ/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308424007638275698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SatPgnxvVnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bK3AqQvxSMQ/s400/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" /></a>When supplied with a George Clooney face on a stick, one simply stands behind it and sings "happy birthday". That's what happened this weekend in Adelaide.<br />Then Sarah and I flew back to Sydney, giggling hard on the plane behind our new identities.<br />Watch out for Toothpick Etiquette 103 on youtube - filmed entirely on location (without George Clooney).<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3353894485701962185?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-44381436235894729192009-02-21T13:03:00.004+11:002009-02-21T13:09:11.909+11:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SZ9hWK3c3bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MY15jrAJI4Q/s1600-h/F1060015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305065919567682994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SZ9hWK3c3bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MY15jrAJI4Q/s400/F1060015.JPG" border="0" /></a>I took this shot in June last year, in a fish market at Istanbul. <div>The dangling curly bits in the background are twists of dried orange peel. Nice counterpoint to the curly new globe on the left of the mermaid.</div><div>I'm not a fan of the new globes I'm afraid; I'm going to miss the old globes for their beautiful shape and also the concept of a "light bulb moment" isn't the same with the new globes.</div><div>They may save the planet though.</div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4438143623589472919?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-8562167797712555512009-02-10T21:47:00.001+11:002009-02-10T21:48:36.025+11:00For anyone wondering, Jack has started using his puppy teeth on the pig's ear. It just took him a little time, that's all.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-856216779771255551?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-67521209655345533862009-02-09T16:10:00.005+11:002009-02-09T16:20:54.931+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SY-7hPT-wCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CDnZPNbdlng/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300661466158776354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SY-7hPT-wCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CDnZPNbdlng/s400/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /></a>It's very hard to imagine anything quite as cute as Jack the Pugalier (that's a pug crossed with a Cavalier spaniel, for the uninitiated). <br />I went to visit him for the first time at the weekend and took him around a pig's ear. The truth is, he wasn't that sure about it. You can see what happened when he saw it for the first time:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnDhp8n2nUM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnDhp8n2nUM</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6752120965534553386?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-25507741831648391492009-02-06T21:14:00.011+11:002009-02-06T21:27:23.490+11:00I love these pictures.<br /><br />They were sent to me by a friend in London. Apparently in last week's heatwave in Victoria, this hot little fellow waddled onto someone's back porch and a bucket of water was put out for him. Happily, a camera was to hand to produce these sweet snaps.<br /><br />I gather the whole world loves them as they may have been taken only a week ago, but so many people seem to have seen them.<br /><br />They would melt the hardest heart.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOVt4VN7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/HNucJKhPtQc/s1600-h/koala+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299626627764139954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOVt4VN7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/HNucJKhPtQc/s200/koala+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOQoHn63I/AAAAAAAAAH0/g3A576h-1XA/s1600-h/koala+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299626540318321522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOQoHn63I/AAAAAAAAAH0/g3A576h-1XA/s200/koala+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOK0p7J5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ScnQEOxEyDY/s1600-h/koala+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299626440604198802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOK0p7J5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ScnQEOxEyDY/s200/koala+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOGVQ39hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/A1i00WgKToE/s1600-h/koala+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299626363458156050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwOGVQ39hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/A1i00WgKToE/s200/koala+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYwN_bLIYYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aqwKBB5UMVI/s1600-h/koala+2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />It's forecast to be hot in Darlo this weekend, but you won't catch the King in the bath. Sprawled out on the floorboards, yes. </div><div> </div><div>In the bath, no.</div><div> </div><div>"Hugo, how's that martini coming along?"<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2550774183164839149?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-81268270774893987272009-02-02T21:53:00.004+11:002009-02-02T21:59:00.602+11:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYbQ8k5CHjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8tVoCJC7LDg/s1600-h/Tap+nude.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298151750761586226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYbQ8k5CHjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8tVoCJC7LDg/s200/Tap+nude.jpg" border="0" /></a>With a fanfare of drums, I got to life drawing tonight for the first time in ages. Went with my neighbour to a local gallery where they have a model every Monday; tonight we had two. <div> </div><div>This is an old drawing of mine, but very much in my style. I'm too pooped to photograph something I did tonight, download the pix to my laptop and then upload them again to the web.</div><div> </div><div>Lazy, or what? Everything I know I learned from the King, who didn't move a muscle between the hours of 2pm and 5pm today. I came home from work early (after an early start) and found him snoring on the bed.</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8126827077489398727?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-32853934298320690622009-01-31T11:31:00.002+11:002009-01-31T11:33:21.512+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYOcCivQAkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lO7mx-nM-NA/s1600-h/Curtains.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297249154216493634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SYOcCivQAkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lO7mx-nM-NA/s400/Curtains.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ah, with thanks to my pals bob'n'pats for this beautiful image.</div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3285393429832069062?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-9497500308524442942009-01-27T21:33:00.003+11:002009-01-27T21:39:37.577+11:006.30pm Massage therapist arrives at home.<br />8pm Every muscle has been tweaked and has turned to jelly.<br />9pm Every muscle is switched on. World's biggest huntsman has its legs out and is ready to eat me.<br />9.30pm The Last Post is playing for the huntsman, carefully and artfully squished. I have produced a litre of sweat in the undertaking.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-949750030852444294?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-8276893686057771532009-01-25T12:51:00.003+11:002009-01-25T12:58:06.106+11:00Personally I find it a bit hard to get wound up about Australia Day, but this Auslan version of Advance Australia Fair could change everyone's tune.<br /><br /><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpV8dw8cND0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpV8dw8cND0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-827689368605777153?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-77163773256609694262009-01-19T22:13:00.004+11:002009-01-19T22:31:53.389+11:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SXRgztEAuGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pl1fFZP5sgo/s1600-h/zap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292961903453190242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SXRgztEAuGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pl1fFZP5sgo/s200/zap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I popped into the hardware shop next door to work today to replace part of a 50s clip-on anodised lamp. The old plastic switch had snapped in half after five decades of use.<br />On buying the replacement part, I realised I'd need the aid of an electrician to connect it up for me.<br />Little did I know I was standing next to him.<br />Next thing. I'm out front of the hardware shop with another customer, using the boot of his black VW convertible as a makeshift work bench. I handed him the new parts while he wired up the lamp. During the procedure, another guy turned up with a tray of three coffees: his friend had gone off to shout a round of lattes.<br />So <em>that's</em> why I live in the inner city. For random acts of electrical kindness.<br />Now the King can read in bed again.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-7716377325660969426?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-52566004462897677482009-01-18T22:54:00.003+11:002009-01-18T23:02:56.276+11:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292601935548703762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SXMZa0Hs5BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m1EICb1nZBc/s400/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" />The King of Darlinghurst does indeed have some of the finest whiskers around.<br />And check out those eyebrows!<br />He raised them yesterday when Everapominoz came over and used an electric drill to install Hang it All.<br />(With sincere and joyous thanks to Everapominoz for kind assistance; apologies to the King about the drill and the embarrassment of having to hide under the bed.)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5256600446289767748?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-50585045046755192402009-01-17T20:57:00.002+11:002009-01-17T21:03:47.815+11:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292200572037126738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SXGsYYhkWlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/owEDtPM7sHI/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" />The King does look a little crazy here; cross-eyed even.<br />He was reaching out with his mouth to catch a long piece of grass hanging down yesterday (placed there by my good self).<br />It helps explain why I love him so. (He makes me laugh.)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5058504504675519240?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-52461676300346034572009-01-15T22:28:00.003+11:002009-01-15T22:33:30.106+11:00As the mercury soared to 40 degrees C and then some in western Sydney today, I beetled past my vendor of The Big Issue this morning. I had bought my copy earlier this week.<br />"I'm asking people today if they want to buy a manually operated fan," he declared. Some weeks back he told me his ability to talk was his greatest gift.<br />He was - deliciously - right. I love his way with words.<br />ps It's hard to be the King of Darlinghurst when it's 40C and you have to wear a black fur coat.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5246167630034603457?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-8036077348940583522009-01-11T17:25:00.005+11:002009-01-11T17:32:22.895+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SWmRSDt8WoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Cm2KIhdcLwg/s1600-h/hang+it+all.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289918976745036418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SWmRSDt8WoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Cm2KIhdcLwg/s200/hang+it+all.jpg" border="0" /></a>In London in June, I spotted this divine answer to my storage prayers. <div>I didn't know it was a classic in retro design: The Hang It All (on the drawing board in 1953) by Charles and Ray Eames.</div><div>All I could think was </div><div>a/ how beautiful it was</div><div>b/how impractical it was to get home to Sydney</div><div> </div><div>Then I spotted it in Surry Hills a couple of weeks ago. Pretty soon, voila, someone who can operate a masonry drill will mount it on my wall. At the moment I seem to be stuck with comics who say they don't even know the masonic handshake, let alone their drill.</div><div> </div><div>The King had fun playing hide and seek in the box it came home in.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-803607734894058352?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-16904940616981236172009-01-05T21:03:00.000+11:002009-01-05T21:04:30.351+11:00...time to return to work.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1690494061698123617?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-1518883898283306512009-01-04T15:00:00.005+11:002009-01-04T15:12:10.196+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SWA20N2dLII/AAAAAAAAAGU/EEUHvrO47Qg/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286233232125058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SWA20N2dLII/AAAAAAAAAGU/EEUHvrO47Qg/s200/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" /></a> Went to koi in Darlinghurst the other night and engaged in some chalkboard toilet graffiti of the King (left).<br /><div></div><div>And now, here I am on the last day of my summer holiday. The King is oblivious and sleeping on a freshly laundered bed. </div><div>The lemons are preserved, the fig salame for cheese is made and the spag bol is on the stove. </div><div>It must be time to return to work.</div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-151888389828330651?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-88011316263648035462009-01-03T16:26:00.002+11:002009-01-03T16:28:48.708+11:00Unbelievably, I'm back making chilli jam.<br />I reckon the shot is to peel the baked half-tomatoes and then put those skins through the blender with some of the liquid and add it all into the aromatic brew.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8801131626364803546?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-20148132942587213432009-01-01T16:25:00.003+11:002009-01-01T16:29:08.296+11:00A few years ago the King had a big New Year's Eve... he got out!<br />Last night he was in, but the way he's crashed out on the bed today, you'd think he'd been out all night on the rantan.<br />Happy New Year, full of brightness and good new things.<br />My resolution is to carry a notebook at all times.<br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2014813294258721343?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-51893226977916383482008-12-31T15:27:00.002+11:002008-12-31T15:37:51.509+11:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SVr2eugIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G8A2unFYC9Q/s1600-h/xiao+long+bao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285808120411997154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SVr2eugIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G8A2unFYC9Q/s200/xiao+long+bao.jpg" border="0" /></a>Din Tai Fung is fabulous - a Taiwanese dumpling restaurant of the finest order. Its Sydney operation has been open since about May and I made my first visit there today. Level 1, World Square.<br /><div></div><div>They do those amazing dumplings filled with soup that Anthony Bourdain is always banging on about: Xiao Long Bao. I hadn't had them before. Fabulous. Get on board:<br /><a href="http://www.dintaifung.com.tw/">http://www.dintaifung.com.tw/</a></div><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xiaolongbao">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xiaolongbao</a></div><div></div><div>And a Happy New Year from the King and I.</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5189322697791638348?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-4082539979740576592008-12-30T07:53:00.005+11:002008-12-30T17:54:06.162+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SVk5SsICbVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Zf2eO8q7Q6Y/s1600-h/roma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285318630941289810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SVk5SsICbVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Zf2eO8q7Q6Y/s200/roma.jpg" border="0" /></a> I tried this tomato chilli jam at cousin Ashley's with pappadams - and was hooked. I got the recipe (Skye Gyngell's from Delicious magazine) and made it immediately.<br />The crowd has been braying for the recipe. And here it is.<br /><br /><strong>Chilli jam</strong> (makes three cups - so you might want to double the recipe as there is time and fiddling involved). Great with everything from pappadams to cheese - or, as Skye G. says - lamb cutlets, grilled scallops or scrambled eggs.<br /><br />1.5 kg roma tomatoes (see pic), halved lengthways<br />a half cup of red wine vinegar<br />1 tablespoon yellow (I used brown because I had them) mustard seeds<br />8cm piece of ginger, finely chopped<br />7 garlic cloves, finely chopped<br />5 long red chillies<br />1 tablespoon of olive oil<br />140g caster sugar<br />a third of a cup of fish sauce<br /><br />Preheat oven to 160degrees C. Line two baking trays with baking paper. Place tomatoes on trays, cut-side up, then roast for 1 hour 20 minutes until softened.<br /><em>(Kymoftheking's tip is to roughly peel the tomatoes at this stage and chop up the skins a bit, otherwise they don't break up at all as even when it's been cooked, tomato skin is so sturdy.)</em><br />Place vinegar, mustard seeds, ginger, garlic and chilli in a blender and puree until you have a rough paste. Heat the oil in a saucepan over medium heat.<br />Add chilli mixture and cook, stirring, for two minutes or until fragrant. Add the sugar, fish sauce and tomato, reduce heat to low and cook for 1 hour 15 minutes, stirring occasionally and squashing the tomatoes with the back of your spoon until reduced and thickened.<br />(You'll need to stir frequently towards the end to prevent catching.) Cool, then pour the chilli jam into the sterilised jars.<br />Store in the fridge for two to three weeks. Well, if you can. It seems to disappear fairly fast.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-408253997974057659?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-65440690531125115152008-12-29T17:15:00.006+11:002008-12-29T17:33:30.536+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SVhrGMJFTMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KJOuMxkHKpw/s1600-h/Samoan+card.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285091916801985730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SVhrGMJFTMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KJOuMxkHKpw/s200/Samoan+card.jpg" border="0" /></a>A few years ago I visited Samoa with my travel buddy Louise. <div>We stayed everywhere from the classic Aggie Grey's Hotel to beachside fales without electricity.</div><div>Somewhere we must have stayed with a couple who are among the great Christmas card senders of the world. Every year I get two cards from them - one to "Otto, Rita and family" and the other to "Mark and Jeanette". </div><div>I do not know any of these people.</div><div>Perhaps they receive the cards intended for me.</div><div>The cards are quite wonderful 3D numbers (in the one above left, Santa's head and arm and also boots are raised on small blocks of styrofoam). I never quite have the heart to put them up as they are not for me and bolstering my card numbers seems tragic. Nor can I return them as the senders don't reveal their address.</div><div>It's gotta be hot for Santa in Samoa.</div><div>Meanwhile, on the King of Darlinghurst front, the King is back in his domain. He roamed the kingdom this morning and came home exhausted, sleeping on the bed with all four feet sticking straight up in the air.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6544069053112511515?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-41763388113411890972008-12-14T18:44:00.003+11:002008-12-14T18:47:56.242+11:00LOB? That's "Lack Of Blog". A technical term.<br /><br />I've been printmaking, walking in the park, picnicking in the park, shaking a bug, down the south coast, back up again and now I'm here.<br /><br />Picked up a corker of a Christmas gift for $1 and a Riedel wine glass for $2.50 at St Vinnie's in Oxford St this afternoon.<br /><br />The King has been great company while I have been shaking the bug. And this afternoon in the park a lovely little boy gave me a dandelion flower. You couldn't make that kind of stuff up.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4176338811341189097?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-37943155118411631262008-12-02T22:39:00.001+11:002008-12-02T22:41:12.229+11:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/STUerT6MFpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/luoQIUc-pvU/s1600-h/escape.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275156267961947794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/STUerT6MFpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/luoQIUc-pvU/s200/escape.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><p>Wretched escape key.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3794315511841163126?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-48378499540250895002008-11-29T21:44:00.005+11:002008-11-29T21:51:40.077+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br />Bonkers here this morning when Max found a really big baby magpie wandering around our garden that had fallen out of the nest. It needed flying lessons - badly.<br />I had to coach it up to the next level, the next, the next... while Max (aka The Kind of Darlinghurst) tried stalking it. Meanwhile the doberman next door was sticking its snout through the fence to capture the action.<br />All ended well (in the episode I saw), with me and Baby Magpie's parents coaching it up to the roof of next door's cubby house and then into the tree above that. At the end of the episode, everyone with wings fluttered off, Max stomped off back inside and I put a few bricks against the gate to next door's place, so I don't come home one night to a tragedy involving the King.<br />I took some films, so watch youtube for the miniseries (two parts).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4837849954025089500?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-42668602450314996532008-11-27T19:15:00.004+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.964+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />Today I went to the funeral of a very dear man - a witty, kind man who loved his job as a paparazzi and was <em>so</em> good at it. Dave Morgan. David Morgan. "Darlin'" as I liked to call him (well, he started it).<br />Andrew Urban has written so beautifully about him on Urban Cinephile: <a href="http://www.urbancinefile.com.au/home/view.asp?a=15115&amp;s=Features">http://www.urbancinefile.com.au/home/view.asp?a=15115&amp;s=Features</a><br />Last month I was flying back to Sydney from Melbourne on a Saturday evening. Derby Day as it turned out. I was well down the plane on the aisle and feeling a bit sad (not 'sad' from Derby Day I hasten to add). I looked vacantly down the plane to see a name tag "David Morgan" swinging from a lanyard and coming my way. It was David - larger than life and straight from the racetrack ("didn't see a single horse, Darlin'"). He'd been snapping.<br />By chance we were sitting a seat away from each other, so the chap in the middle kindly swapped seats and Dave and I settled in for one of the greatest chats we'd had in years. No work to distract us - and he knew I needed chirping up. He shouted a couple of rounds and talked about everything from what had happened the day before (fascinating) to his favourite photographer Nuri Ceylan - a Turkish photographer and filmmaker he put me on to when I returned from Turkey in June.<br /><a href="http://www.nuribilgeceylan.com/">http://www.nuribilgeceylan.com/</a><br />We talked motorbikes, shared memories, about him nursing his parents - all sorts.<br />We parted when the plane landed. Dave took off to arrange for his girlfriend to come and pick him up and I headed for the cab rank.<br />It was the last time I saw him and it was unforgettable.<br />This morning I found a postcard he sent me from the Cannes Film Festival. We had both been at the festival three years running for work, then in 2002 I wasn't there. "Dear Kym: Where Are You? Dave Morgan xx" read my postcard from Cannes.<br />I reckon I get to ask the question back now.<br />"Dear Dave: Where Are You? Kym xx"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4266860245031499653?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-52111545265148487592008-11-25T18:21:00.004+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.965+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SSupSO46INI/AAAAAAAAAFc/K9EGPBoHwwY/s1600-h/mona+lisa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272493919466823890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SSupSO46INI/AAAAAAAAAFc/K9EGPBoHwwY/s200/mona+lisa.jpg" border="0" /></a>The King of Darlinghurst is wearing a beautiful smile at the moment - he's just had his teeth cleaned. <div>But in order to achieve a flashy grin if you're a cat, the vet has to knock you out. Otherwise the vet staff would look like they'd been in a Rambo movie - bloody and shredded.</div><div>However, the down side to the winning smile is that King is wandering drunkenly around the castle, not quite in control of all four paws at the same time. It's a little funny and a little sad... he's just come to rest finally at the end of the bed, waiting for the anaesthetic to pass.</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5211154526514848759?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-39139752601522715202008-11-14T21:03:00.004+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.965+11:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SR1OhV3Wk_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WcBTr06Xe84/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268453473805308914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SR1OhV3Wk_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WcBTr06Xe84/s200/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>As Prince Charles turns 60, I maintain it's better to be The King of Darlinghurst than The Prince of Wales.</div><div>Better to have a kingdom and rule it than have to weakly crow about "enjoying a night of top notch comedy" according to the 'latest news' section of your website: <a href="http://www.princeofwales.gov.uk/">http://www.princeofwales.gov.uk/</a></div><div>We enjoy nights of top notch comedy seven days a week around here and don't have to trumpet about them from the parapets. Although we do reserve the right to crow as we see fit.</div><div>And better to be a Matinee Idol than a Matinee Idle. (Although in truth, the King doesn't do <em>a lot</em>.)</div><div>[Difference as gr8 and humour is really gr8.]</div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3913975260152271520?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-26131220637609087962008-11-11T21:39:00.006+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.966+11:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRlkLBlx1SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pp_gYLrm_1o/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267351379754734882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRlkLBlx1SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pp_gYLrm_1o/s200/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRliMnKIZgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Pr-siMvC3Cg/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267349207995934210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRliMnKIZgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Pr-siMvC3Cg/s200/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRlkz1h7LoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P_dmHMyI2uA/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267352080891981442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRlkz1h7LoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P_dmHMyI2uA/s200/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Never a dull moment around here. Sam the cat (the King of Darlinghurst's court jester and best friend) is a crazy street guy.</div><div>Last night he was snapped on the back of a bike just before a big night of clubbing. What a business.</div><div>The King was in his castle at the time, reading up on the Cat's Map of the Bed. He located the Heaving Spot and did what cats do there this morning. Too many lizards are a health hazard.<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2613122063760908796?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-53688908263729550972008-11-09T15:18:00.003+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.966+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRZlY-I8LjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2H9y9_f5qvc/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266508293928136242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRZlY-I8LjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2H9y9_f5qvc/s200/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My sculpture is home! It's 'Silence' by Will Coles; you can read more about him at his website:</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.willcoles.com/">http://www.willcoles.com/</a></div><div> </div><div>It's pictured here at the Woollahra Small Sculpture Prize, but has pride of place at home now. I just love it.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5368890826372955097?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-89584394855128130522008-11-08T19:13:00.002+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.967+11:00<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHXBL6bzAR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHXBL6bzAR4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></p><p> </p><p>Go and put the kettle on. Make a cuppa. Settle yourself down in front of this bizarre, hilare deliciousness. </p><p>"A bloody hoot" - Kym of the King</p><p>"Glad I don't live in that bloke's house. Not interested in being a movie star." - The King of Darlinghurst</p><p> </p><p><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8958439485512813052?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-39996416507334642912008-11-08T19:05:00.001+11:002008-11-27T21:51:59.465+11:00<div>Go and put the kettle on. </div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value=""></div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div>http://www.888dag.com/</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3999641650733464291?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-77771166442305529392008-11-05T19:34:00.001+11:002008-11-27T21:51:59.505+11:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRFcCSjaSxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KUj6J200cdY/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265090633782676242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SRFcCSjaSxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KUj6J200cdY/s200/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> <br /><div></div><br /> <br /><div></div><br /> <br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div> </div> <br /><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-7777116644230552939?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-27976984819608674482008-11-03T21:50:00.012+11:002008-11-27T21:51:59.536+11:00<div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div> <br /><p> <br /></p> <br /><p>Presumably this goes on 365 days a year in Darlinghurst. Certainly if you stand at a certain ice cream shop at a certain time each day, this is what you see across the road.</p> <br /><p>Cockatoos are the perfect bird for Darlinghurst: noisy and brash. And at least (unlike the common koel) they don't park themselves in one tree forever. <em>And</em> they seem to go to sleep at night.</p> <br /><p>There's one I hear around the trees that sounds like it is shrieking: "Get ready! Get real!" I'm sure it lived in a 70s party house. Where else do you get dialogue like that?</p> <br /><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2797698481960867448?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-64396877668803865682008-11-03T19:12:00.003+11:002008-11-27T21:51:59.551+11:00<div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div> <br /><p> <br /></p> <br /><p>This scene plays out (presumably) every evening. In the building opposite the ice cream shop(where I filmed this from), the cockatoos come for snacks. Stick around for the last frame.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6439687766880386568?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-9389090235490648512008-11-02T21:05:00.003+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.969+11:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SQ19jtUgmdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9GASstqyc6A/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264001591880489426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SQ19jtUgmdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9GASstqyc6A/s200/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div> </div><div>Working in a house converted into an office means we have an oven. So rather than bake cakes and take them to work, I surprised Karen for her landmark birthday on Friday by baking in the office!</div><div>Here are the results: fairy cakes in the shape of "40" surrounded by suitably startled ghosts... as it was Halloween.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-938909023549064851?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-90793704111738241702008-11-01T15:49:00.003+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.970+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />This is the funniest, most oblique 'you must vote' tactic I've ever seen.<br /><br />Get thee to a polling booth, but not before you have entered your own name and those of your friends.<br /><br />Go and visit:<br /><a href="http://www.cnnbcvideo.com/taf.html">http://www.cnnbcvideo.com/taf.html</a><br /><br />Vote Obama... or else.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-9079370411173824170?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-23709116674942057872008-10-28T22:27:00.003+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.970+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />Generally speaking, the koel species doesn't know when enough is enough. People are wandering the streets of Sydney's inner east, half demented due to lack of sleep because of koels.<br /><br />They are shrieking on every street corner, in the leafy back gardens of terraces... they are Out There in Numbers to be Reckoned With.<br /><br />Earplug and sleeping pill sales are on the rise. And according to the tealeaves, it isn't going to end anytime soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-2370911667494205787?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-89691724539783043322008-10-26T21:08:00.002+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.971+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />I always get excited when I buy a piece of art. I haven't done it very often and it's usually been spur of the moment.<br /><br />Such a thing happened on Friday night when I bought a sculpture - a small one. A wonderful one. It's full of resonances and humour for me. I can't wait to get it home in a couple of weeks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8969172453978304332?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-80912300913995517532008-10-19T21:31:00.002+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.971+11:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SPsNI0OUgcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PHtmka3MLPE/s1600-h/A+cat%27s+map+of+the+bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258811434994008514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SPsNI0OUgcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PHtmka3MLPE/s200/A+cat%27s+map+of+the+bed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><div>Now Max and I are sharing the bed again, I'm reminded of something.</div><div> </div><div>Click on the pic to see the detail. Hilare.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8091230091399551753?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-17066900451541356642008-10-19T12:50:00.005+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.972+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />Having returned to Darlinghurst late last night, I went to pick up the King from Cat Camp this morning. Apparently he bit one of the vet nurses earlier today when she put her hand in his cage.<br />Max has been home for three hours now and after a lengthy monologue moaning about the conditions at Cat Camp and everything that has happened in the past week, he's adjusting to life in the castle again.<br />I took him outside in my arms before and he wanted desperately to leap when he spotted the cat next door, Bill, taking advantage of our garden. But until the King is a little more adjusted to being home, I'll keep him inside.<br />Hopefully he can go out for a short wander later. He'll be as good as gold tomorrow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1706690045154135664?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-91882194128392269962008-10-17T16:27:00.004+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.972+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />The Sea Baths don't have a line at the bottom of the pool at all. It's tiled! When I was doing my laps a couple of hours ago, I realised the line I talked about yesterday was a figment of a swimmer's imagination.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-9188219412839226996?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-57957943817864965042008-10-16T17:11:00.002+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.973+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />There's a line at the bottom of the pool and I just keep following it. Seems you can't go wrong that way. Everything is straight ahead (well, there is a turn at the end, true).<br />Loved it in the steam room at the Sea Baths yesterday when an old lady in a bikini came in and declared: "It's hot."<br />Yup.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5795794381786496504?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-3166461844156868322008-10-13T11:15:00.002+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.973+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />Surprisingly, it's raining in Melbourne. And I'm spending lots of time in the water anyway - at the City Baths and St Kilda Sea Baths.<br /><br />That's it. No insights. No gags. Just a weather/swim report.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-316646184415686832?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-76509226590826813162008-10-09T21:08:00.005+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.973+11:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SO3YyasTTQI/AAAAAAAAADs/pDhrOkBL2Z8/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255094700881431810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SO3YyasTTQI/AAAAAAAAADs/pDhrOkBL2Z8/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div> </div><div>Charlie is a big boy now - at least twice as old as he is here. I searched this pic out recently when I needed some weather photos for a project.</div><div> </div><div>And it's such a lovely shot, taken in the City of Sydney, when rain used to fall and kids needed raincoats. Ha!</div><div> </div><div>Off to Melbourne tomorrow (even less rain) to do some catching up. Max is going to Cat Camp. He doesn't like it much, but he's safe there - and loved. Safety first!</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-7650922659082681316?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-37230971459431472072008-10-06T11:32:00.007+11:002008-11-27T21:51:56.974+11:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SOlfRPH6SPI/AAAAAAAAADk/ju6ffl33Wro/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253835190026520818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SOlfRPH6SPI/AAAAAAAAADk/ju6ffl33Wro/s200/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div> </div><div>It's a wintry kind of thing and the Brussel Sprouts are probably on their way off the shelves for the season, but Brussel Sprout Soup is delish. More delish than you'd think and not just something for BS lovers.</div><div> </div><div>You can see it being made and eaten on YouTube. Voila:</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=bmN17oQKwxg">http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=bmN17oQKwxg</a></div><div> </div><div>Here's what you need and how to go about it:</div><div> </div><div><strong>600 g brussel sprouts</strong>, stalks trimmed</div><div><strong>2 onions</strong>, chopped</div><div><strong>60 g butter</strong></div><div><strong>1 potato,</strong> cubed</div><div><strong>600ml chicken stock</strong> (I use a good quality stock cube like Massel brand)</div><div><strong>salt, pepper, good shot of lemon juice</strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Garnish:</span></strong> <strong>100g minced smoked ham or bacon hock</strong> - if you can get it</div><div><strong>100g gruyere cheese</strong>, grated in long strands</div><div><strong>brussel sprout leaves</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div>Reserve a few whole leaves as garnish, then coarsely chop sprouts. In a large saucepan, heat butter and saute onion until softened (not coloured). Add sprouts, toss to bring out colour, then add potato and chosen liquid. Salt and pepper, bring to boil and simmer 20 minutes, or until soft and mashable. Puree with a wand or blender, and return to pot. Check seasoning, adding a shot of lemon juice, then add minced ham. Blanch remaining leaves 45 seconds in boiling watter, remove with a slotted spoon.</div><div>Add gruyere, which lifts in melted strands like pizza cheese as soup is eaten.</div><div> </div><div><em>This is my adapted version of Diane Holigue's recipe,</em> which appeared in her last column for The Australian Magazine in June 1997. The page glued in my 'Recipes' book is very spattered. It's been much made and oft eaten.</div><div> </div><div>ps Don't forget about nitrogen for Malawi - ask sydhappyguy about it.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-3723097145943147207?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-45961705513144914102008-10-02T19:03:00.005+10:002008-11-27T21:51:56.974+11:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SOSTws91bKI/AAAAAAAAADc/TQsXlEnEF94/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252485530334358690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SOSTws91bKI/AAAAAAAAADc/TQsXlEnEF94/s200/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><div>The Koel shrieks on,</div><div>The city is hot.</div><div>If I could, I'd sleep a lot.</div><div></div><div></div><div>[ps. Am I living with a vampire?]</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4596170551314491410?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-49008813374480503572008-09-30T21:49:00.006+10:002008-11-27T21:51:56.975+11:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SOIVm6y_6XI/AAAAAAAAADU/VAO_K0jIIoA/s1600-h/Max%27s+cv+image.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251783873829792114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SOIVm6y_6XI/AAAAAAAAADU/VAO_K0jIIoA/s200/Max%27s+cv+image.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><div>Time to fess up. I had to do Max and Sam's dirty work last week.</div><br /><div>Max (above left) brought home some very lively wildlife one morning before I left for work. Squeaking wildlife. Whether baby rat or giant mouse has not been minuted.<br /><br />He deposited it in the Perfectly Clean and Ordered House ready for Peter's arrival. And it took off, making its way into the farthest reaches of rolled drawings.</div><br /><div></div><div>So I invited neighbour cat Sam in, figuring that between Max and Sam, they would speedily despatch of the little critter with teamwork.</div><br /><div></div><div>The pair of them were Entirely Useless in the manner of cartoon cats. At one point Sam prodded the Critter, it screeched and jumped in the air (in the shower stall at this stage) and then the Critter ran to hide between Sam and the tiled wall. Sam flinched. More prodding and squeaking.</div><br /><div>I had to put a plastic container on top of Critter and then enlist human aid to extract Critter from my place. All I'm saying is that it is now buried in the herb garden along with its relatives in the Critter Graveyard.</div><br /><div>We've got great herbs. If you've ever had my pesto, you know this to be true.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-4900881337448050357?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-51133792781842471002008-09-28T20:46:00.004+10:002008-11-27T21:51:56.975+11:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />Venus, Uranus, a flying seagull... Peter and I saw them all last night at the Sydney Observatory when we went stargazing. No moon to view, but the 'Teapot of Sagittarius' (Sag looks more like a teapot than a centaur if you join the dots) and of course, that old fave, Scorpio, were writ large in the night sky.<br /><br />And you get a yummy view of the Bridge.<br /><br />It's a brilliant night out - and all for $15. Gotta love that. And the seagulls are fun, unlike the common koels, which are dreary. Yes sydhappyguy, if those birds had a late liquor licence, we'd never get a wink of shuteye!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5113379278184247100?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-89403518465556865882008-09-27T13:37:00.002+10:002008-09-27T13:39:51.339+10:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />Last night, the koel was unstoppable. It hooted half the night and there was much inserting of earplugs and cursing.<br /><br />It's still at it - now it's lunchtime - and when I went down to the corner shop before I could hear it down there.<br /><br />Must be keeping an awful lot of people awake.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8940351846555686588?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-15637559942946103972008-09-23T19:06:00.004+10:002008-09-23T19:21:22.655+10:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNi0y4vdk_I/AAAAAAAAADM/5udvX9bsvCs/s1600-h/koelmalenfifer%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249144152018228210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNi0y4vdk_I/AAAAAAAAADM/5udvX9bsvCs/s200/koelmalenfifer%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a> </div><div><br />To my enormous joy and hilarity, I found the call of the offending bird (see left and also yesterday's post) on the www. Turn up your speakers for the full 4am effect. Repeat for three hours.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/images/audio/eudynamys-scolopacea.mp3">http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/images/audio/eudynamys-scolopacea.mp3</a><br /><br />What we have here is the Common Koel. A kind of cuckoo - lays its egg in someone else's nest, then when the chick hatches, boots the other eggs out.<br /><br />What a business! Not even a 'nice bird' waking up Darlinghurst.<br /><br />I've had the common cold this week. Now I've got the Common Koel.<br /><br />Wanna know more? Read all about it:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/finder/display.cfm?id=54">http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/finder/display.cfm?id=54</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1563755994294610397?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-16761015363448674992008-09-22T22:00:00.005+10:002008-09-22T22:15:58.392+10:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />For about a week, at something like 4 in the morning, a bird has started calling from a neighbour's tree. And I mean calling. It's pretty relentless for the next three hours. And the feathered friend is back in the evening - with the same plaintive cry.<br /><br />It's so loud, it's unbelievable. So loud, it's comical.<br /><br />A neighbour and I were falling about with laughter tonight about the outrageously penetrating nature of its call. As part of my quest to find the culprit, I had the binoculars out on Sunday and it looked like a big black bird with a dash of red on the side of its head, way up high in a flame tree.<br /><br />It has a hooting kind of call - with something like seven to 10 hoots in a row. Then it rests. Then it hoots again. I don't have much of an ear for music, so I can't work out if it's going up or down the scale, but the hoots seem to change.<br /><br />I'm going to find out what it is. Needless to say, I've joked with Max about how he could solve the sleeping problems of the neighbourhood. Me-ow!<br /><br />Hoots mon! Bring on the earplugs. Nature is calling.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1676101536344867499?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-52571680471839505802008-09-20T20:19:00.003+10:002008-09-20T20:27:17.446+10:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNTO6yNJaJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cXXml3e0bEA/s1600-h/Jiggery+pokery.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248046975098120338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNTO6yNJaJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cXXml3e0bEA/s200/Jiggery+pokery.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div></div><div>I have always found the expression "jiggery pokery" hilarious.</div><div></div><div>I share this amusement with a friend; so made him this card when I found this headline. An oldie, but a goodie.</div><div></div><div>The best I can muster as I deal with the First Head Cold of Spring.</div><div> </div><div>To spare you trying to make out the handwritten addition at the bottom, it is: "and all of them are grubby".</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-5257168047183950580?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-87354109706099854442008-09-18T22:37:00.009+10:002008-09-19T21:04:30.399+10:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNOGROigZuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AjMxUGvLRDA/s1600-h/Max+and+his+bros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247685621335484130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNOGROigZuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AjMxUGvLRDA/s200/Max+and+his+bros.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div></div><div>By way of thanks for the birthday wishes, I've located a picture of Max and his brothers when they were kittens (from left, Jason. Jeffrey and Max) from the family archives.</div><div></div><div>If they were any sweeter, they would be on the front of a chocolate box.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8735410970609985444?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-8275961901162175052008-09-18T22:37:00.007+10:002008-09-19T13:15:11.807+10:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNLBjrj1mPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xtjY8DGFuO4/s1600-h/Max+the+Duster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469334572669170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SNLBjrj1mPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xtjY8DGFuO4/s200/Max+the+Duster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><p>Seven years ago on September 19, Max the Duster, King of Darlinghurst, was born in the bottom of a wardrobe to Elvis, a teen mother.</p><p>He has gone on to rule the kingdom.</p><p>He looks forward to graduating to long pants now he's big. No doubt he will enjoy the birthday singing too.</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-827596190116217505?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-13922771455238729062008-09-15T21:50:00.003+10:002008-09-15T22:33:30.008+10:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SM5P6foDNoI/AAAAAAAAACk/rFk7dkiKGhQ/s1600-h/Leonard+French+ceiling.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246218482273695362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SM5P6foDNoI/AAAAAAAAACk/rFk7dkiKGhQ/s200/Leonard+French+ceiling.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><div> </div><div>Ha! </div><div> </div><div>As per yesterday's post, I can now bring you my deliberately blurry ceiling of the NGV.</div><div> </div><div>And to clarify, the ceiling is my old friend - not its maker, Leonard French. I did not mean to mislead.</div><div> </div><div>The ceiling itself is like an old friend - something I see when I am in Melbourne. It was only filming it as a moving image that made me realise its potential as a still. I moved the camera around at speed as I shot a still. Voila!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-1392277145523872906?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-64126015251118165702008-09-14T16:13:00.007+10:002008-09-14T16:43:28.183+10:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SMyyCUF6fXI/AAAAAAAAACc/5aNvRUrbll8/s1600-h/4+candles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245763418802781554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SMyyCUF6fXI/AAAAAAAAACc/5aNvRUrbll8/s200/4+candles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I visited my old friend, Leonard French's stained glass ceiling at the National Gallery of Victoria.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Shooting moving footage of it made me see it in a completely different way, so I photographed it, swinging the camera around wildly.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Maybe it's my dodgy broadband, but I can't upload the extraordinary result. So here's a picture of four candles instead!</div><div> </div><div>Talk about frustrating...</div><div><br /> </div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6412601525111816570?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-74328310762657903952008-09-10T22:57:00.008+10:002008-09-10T23:12:20.593+10:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />Back from Melbourne and my old haunt (but in its swanky new-ish location), the Dragon Boat Palace. You have to admire a place with a chandelier in the shape of a dragon boat.<br /><br />Dragon Boat Palace is the home of many a delicacy-laden yumcha trolley. And even the things people accidentally leave behind are special. (Mum found a silver skull cufflink on the floor.)<br /><br />You have to love it: Dumplings on the trolley, bling on the floor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-7432831076265790395?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-85747740465186581552008-09-05T08:00:00.003+10:002008-09-05T08:04:32.453+10:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SMBaw8uAbDI/AAAAAAAAACU/iJKWDi63z9E/s1600-h/NAS+07+AA+Engine.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242289763238571058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SMBaw8uAbDI/AAAAAAAAACU/iJKWDi63z9E/s320/NAS+07+AA+Engine.JPG" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><div>Lack of broadband means lack of posts!</div><div> </div><div>At left you can see why I am having problems. </div><div> </div><div><strong>Dirty mechanic:</strong> "Harry, can you just try the wire in that battery?"</div><div> </div><div>I am polishing up my ear trumpet now and will hang out of the window later dangling a coathanger with a cat toy tied to it. Should work as an aerial, surely?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-8574774046518658155?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-7327305147208953422008-09-01T22:14:00.009+10:002008-09-01T22:48:16.957+10:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SLvgV8hUElI/AAAAAAAAACE/zs3kA7wnSrE/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241029259003433554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ea0-NENGJA/SLvgV8hUElI/AAAAAAAAACE/zs3kA7wnSrE/s320/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />The first day of spring is, undeniably, a day loaded with excitement and promise.<br /><br />The King of Darlinghurst embraced the early morning with a marvellous bout of yodelling. He got up on the roof and let it rip.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-732730514720895342?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396593940999995259.post-67313229310621548072008-08-31T17:47:00.005+10:002008-08-31T18:04:53.536+10:00<a href="http://www.888dag.com/">http://www.888dag.com/</a><br /><br />The last day of winter seems as good a time as any to start a blog. The significance of September 1 is spring-loaded.<br /><br />An amusing highlight of this weekend has been turning the Roman blinds in the bedroom and loungeroom around. What were they doing with all the workings exposed to the room? I guess it happened when they came down a few months ago to repaint.<br /><br />Amusing, because the wonderful pulley system of Roman blinds is something akin to a mathematical challenge for me. Once I have taken all the cords out of the guiding loops, I am completely lost as to how to thread them up again. So I have to use the other Roman blind that is hanging up to show me how they work. Except one is wider than the other, so what should be simple is simply confusing. To me.<br /><br />Enter Max the Duster (<em>aka</em> the King of Darlinghurst), who contributed to the situation by mistaking the cords as Excellent Playthings. Which turned amusing into hysterical.<br /><br />Max has been hanging at the palace today, after a morning stroll around the kingdom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396593940999995259-6731322931062154807?l=kymoftheking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KymoftheKinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11093095841012718185noreply@blogger.com4