(replacement) hipsters vs. BDO
Sometimes, as the passage of time has so transformed my local area, I forget where I live.
This afternoon was not one of those times.
I have been congratulating myself because:
1. my sister-in-law came to visit and had a perfectly delightful pumpkin risotto at our preferred “economical” venue
2. the café just down the road from my work does a sensational coffee (with cappucino art, if you like that kind of thing)
Also, I have had a series of very satisfactory work conversations:
Work colleague #1 and I spent a long time deconstructing declines in union participation and dreaming up ways to inspire our comrades *snort* into action
Work colleague #2 and I considered the relative merits of monoculture vs. multiculture and praised deeply the work of the various multicultural development programs in the region
Work Colleague #3 and I assessed the effectiveness of the Catholic Church’s somewhat restrictive attitudes towards the lifestyle of its clergy and decided that perhaps the Church might reconsider its attitudes if it wants any clergy at all
So I was in no way prepared for my lunch break today. I sat down, having ordered what seemed to be a promising (if slightly rustic/80's) asparagus and corn quiche and settled in to read the latest issue of Gourmet Traveller* and overheard at the next table the following conversation:
Harry Highpants:
So, have you got your Australian flag out yet?
Mrs Glasses:
Well, I’ve considered getting a flag attached to my Toyota actually.
Mrs Floral Top:
Yes. It’s disgusting what these concert promoters think they can do that isn’t it. I mean, fancy not letting some one have a flag with them at an event like that
Harry Highpants:
I bet they’ve got the message now that everyone is boycotting their event.
Mrs Glasses:
And the government! The government should do something about people like that.
* Mrs G, HH and Mrs FT express their broad agreement with need for government action while Gigglewick chokes in background*
Harry Highpants:
And have you seen the people who go to those concerts? All getting around in their bras and singlets and long-johns? It’s a wonder they’re wearing any clothes at all.
So wow – ageing ( average age of said conversants was at least 65) conservatives are boycotting the Big Day Out.
Who would have thought?
Please, some one punch me in the face if this is ever the kind of crap that I go on with in my dotage (although my pronouncements likely to be limited to whether or not “new punk” was a legitimate music movement and not just a sad imitation of the commercial manifestations of original punk, in which case you should still kick me in the shins)
There is also a logic hole in this argument that you could drive a truck through. One on hand, our youth are being prohibited from exercising their, erhum, patriotism, by evil multiculturalist purveyors of vegan filth and drugs, and on the other hand, they’re revolting exhibitionists hell bent on sexing everything that moves.
The youth of today!
What is the world coming to!
Oh the humanity!
Etc.
And then I was presented with a dried out, revolting, bloat-inducing crust allegedly containing asparagus and eggs and certainly containing uncooked corn. Which is all very disappointing, as yesterday my father purchsed from the very same establishment something they called “scalloped potatoes” which was a serve of two ENORMOUS potatoes so laden with bacon, cheese and butter than I’m amazed he didn’t keel over with cholesterol poisoning right there and then.
*NB it has an excellent series of articles on the combining of several alcoholic beverages with pineapple fronds** and grated saffron/gold leaf/orchid extract to make the kind of drinks that will make you instantly cool and very, very drunk
** PINEAPPLE FRONDS!!! I didn’t even know that that is what they were called!
This afternoon was not one of those times.
I have been congratulating myself because:
1. my sister-in-law came to visit and had a perfectly delightful pumpkin risotto at our preferred “economical” venue
2. the café just down the road from my work does a sensational coffee (with cappucino art, if you like that kind of thing)
Also, I have had a series of very satisfactory work conversations:
Work colleague #1 and I spent a long time deconstructing declines in union participation and dreaming up ways to inspire our comrades *snort* into action
Work colleague #2 and I considered the relative merits of monoculture vs. multiculture and praised deeply the work of the various multicultural development programs in the region
Work Colleague #3 and I assessed the effectiveness of the Catholic Church’s somewhat restrictive attitudes towards the lifestyle of its clergy and decided that perhaps the Church might reconsider its attitudes if it wants any clergy at all
So I was in no way prepared for my lunch break today. I sat down, having ordered what seemed to be a promising (if slightly rustic/80's) asparagus and corn quiche and settled in to read the latest issue of Gourmet Traveller* and overheard at the next table the following conversation:
Harry Highpants:
So, have you got your Australian flag out yet?
Mrs Glasses:
Well, I’ve considered getting a flag attached to my Toyota actually.
Mrs Floral Top:
Yes. It’s disgusting what these concert promoters think they can do that isn’t it. I mean, fancy not letting some one have a flag with them at an event like that
Harry Highpants:
I bet they’ve got the message now that everyone is boycotting their event.
Mrs Glasses:
And the government! The government should do something about people like that.
* Mrs G, HH and Mrs FT express their broad agreement with need for government action while Gigglewick chokes in background*
Harry Highpants:
And have you seen the people who go to those concerts? All getting around in their bras and singlets and long-johns? It’s a wonder they’re wearing any clothes at all.
So wow – ageing ( average age of said conversants was at least 65) conservatives are boycotting the Big Day Out.
Who would have thought?
Please, some one punch me in the face if this is ever the kind of crap that I go on with in my dotage (although my pronouncements likely to be limited to whether or not “new punk” was a legitimate music movement and not just a sad imitation of the commercial manifestations of original punk, in which case you should still kick me in the shins)
There is also a logic hole in this argument that you could drive a truck through. One on hand, our youth are being prohibited from exercising their, erhum, patriotism, by evil multiculturalist purveyors of vegan filth and drugs, and on the other hand, they’re revolting exhibitionists hell bent on sexing everything that moves.
The youth of today!
What is the world coming to!
Oh the humanity!
Etc.
And then I was presented with a dried out, revolting, bloat-inducing crust allegedly containing asparagus and eggs and certainly containing uncooked corn. Which is all very disappointing, as yesterday my father purchsed from the very same establishment something they called “scalloped potatoes” which was a serve of two ENORMOUS potatoes so laden with bacon, cheese and butter than I’m amazed he didn’t keel over with cholesterol poisoning right there and then.
*NB it has an excellent series of articles on the combining of several alcoholic beverages with pineapple fronds** and grated saffron/gold leaf/orchid extract to make the kind of drinks that will make you instantly cool and very, very drunk
** PINEAPPLE FRONDS!!! I didn’t even know that that is what they were called!
posted by gigglewick at
8:42 pm
6 Comments:
Country town food is so exciting. I love the adventure. Not that long ago, I worked in a small town that featured:
1. Really good mexican-influenced international cuisine
2. Nice fresh coffee scrolls the size of my head for about $1.20
3. Nothing else good.
I also used to have a job where I frequently travelled and stayed overnight in a town where one of the pubs proclaimed itself winner of "Beef and Beer of the Year" three years running. Has anyone ever heard of this award being won by anyone else anywhere ever?
Does your country town not have any yoof? Not even one little emo who could be a decent grandchild and shake those stale olds up a bit?
INCraig,
We have coffee scrolls as big as our heads for $1.50 (when the woman in the shop can remember how much they cost) - it is awesome. Also, there are bulk nice places to eat: the place I went to yesterday is conveniently located across the road from my workplace and has the dubious honour of being considered "cool" and yet not being that much far above a very average sandwich bar. It's my own fault - I am too lazy to walk further down the street.
Meva,
Indeed we have some excellent yoof - and emos galore although not so much the "carrying-a-knife-in-my-boot" kind. From what I've seen though, yoof not particularly "fight the power" here.
"vegan filth"???
Is that like stinky tofu or food porn?
What I want to know is when people started getting so attached to the flag? I can't remember anyone ever wearing the flag when I was a teenager - it was distinction uncool to say the least.
distinctly not distinction!
Perhaps my little Freudian slip reveals that I am really a nerd anyway...
Cristy,
hmmm...vegan filth could be really really good tofu, so good it's erotic (which can be found, if you are ever in the neighbourhood, at Ants Bistro in Corrs Lane, Melbourne)
No one waved the flag when I was a teenager either, and yes, I seem to recall people being less than enthused about it. But just before Christmas at Big W in Melbourne you could buy delightful nylon jobs for just $6...I don't know what that means.
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