Akhenaten, my father and I are very appreciative of the photos. My father more so than me (he's a photographer and great lover of trains and multifarious forms of public transport - he lived in a suburb where trolley buses ran past his front door as a child), but they are great! Please keep them coming.
I'm so very glad to have brought you and your Dad some happiness.
I'm also a huge train fan and I'm lucky enough to live less than a hundred metres from the Sydney-Melbourne line which shares the right-of-way with the Shepparton and Albury/Wodonga lines, so there's lots of train watching to be done.
Here's a couple of shots taken out the back gate:
A Ghan locomotive ("Sandfly II") enroute from the Junee Railway Workshops, NSW to Adelaide, SA
As luck would also have it, the
Tramway Museum Society of Victoria site at Bylands is a mere 10 minutes down the road from here. As soon as the weather improves a bit I'll head on down there with my trusty Olympus and take a few snaps to post here.
Now, perhaps a quiz for cricket people?
A free cookie for people that can name the place and the occasion:
As Damien said, it's the Sydney Cricket Ground but I don't know enough to get the 'horrible umpiring' reference.
My guess is that it's the Second Test of the 2011-12 Border–Gavaskar Trophy Series. The 100th Test Match to be played at the SCG.
Which reminds me (as have the ads for that cricket show that were on during the Olympics) of a myth I've been meaning to bust for a while.
When I was in my late teens and early 20s we (the class I was going through Army technical training with) were just about fixtures at the matches played at the SCG in the early to mid 70s. We'd rock up nice and early to get ourselves a good possie on the Hill and bolt down the first two (of a great many) 26 oz cans of foaming, frosty Fosters as quick as we could so we'd have something to stand on to get a better view. Obviously the strategy had a few problems, especially later on in the day, but let me tell you - the idea that Australians have never drunk Fosters is totally without basis in fact.
In fact, we had a little song about it which was quite often used as part of the good natured ribbing that went on between us and the Barmy Army.
Sung to the tune of
Clementine . . .
Fosters Lager, Fosters Lager
In a bottle or a glass.
It's the health food of the nation,
stick yer ice cream up yer arse!
This was, as some few among us may remember, a parody of the Peters Ice Cream jingle.
