Peter Gooley of Glossodia was scratching his head after reading this parking sign outside Riverview at Windsor last week. He was stumped by the fourth, physics-defying offence: “Stand vehicle in occupied marked parking space”. Your guess is as good as mine.
Definition of a good time
The Gazette won two categories in recent in-house awards for our We are Hawkesbury 100 Faces exhibition. Our sales manager asked for suggestions on how to spend the money. Our editor put up “three kilos of devon and a helium cannister we can pass around.” This was not selected.
Real Halloween
A Council employee emailed me the other day with a Halloween horror story – but not your usual kind. This was much more terrifying than a psycho with a baseball bat.
“My youngest (6) projectile vomited all over the bathroom last night from the doorway – she just couldn’t make it beyond the door – horror movie for Halloween. I didn’t even know how to clean it up at first, it was so bad. Dinner was pizza, meatballs, rice, corn and mushrooms. Ughh. Revolting. I’m not even into Halloween.”
Nope, doesn’t get much worse than that – except if it had been on the carpet.
Nude lady gone
I’m glad Lorraine managed to snap the lounging naked woman painting on Hawkesbury Valley Way as the next time I went past there she had been painted over. How is a grey panel better than that lovely artwork? Fun police strike again.
Vale Pat Clerke
I spoke to Richmond’s Pat Clerke the day before he died. Doing a story to promote the upcoming dementia forum at Richmond Golf Club, Dr Ravi had asked Pat to ring me due to his long years of caring for his beloved wife Nola who suffered from it for years. I told him I already had a case study lined up for the Courier story, but if it fell through I’d ring him Monday to get his comments. Quick, business-like, friendly, as it always was. That ended almost 20 years of interaction with a man whose retirement was spent in unceasing, almost dogged dedication to community causes such as Clean up Australia, Tree of Joy and countless Rotary projects. The Hawkesbury is poorer for your passing Pat and I’ll visit your resting place whenever I go to St Peter’s cemetery. See our story on his funeral on P21.
