Frankly’s freaking f’run

T’was cold and dark as the pack came together near Mongrel’s car. With some instructions from me (Frankly) the pack set off at 6:28 heading down Oxford St towards the city. What were the instructions? 

  • The run was not designed to get people lost 
  • The OUT trail was this side of Oxford St (left side when going towards the city) 
  • The turning point was the tunnel at Museum Station 
  • The IN trail was the other side of Oxford St 
  • Walkers/runners split at Taylor’s square 

Who was on? 

  • Fetchit 
  • Mongrel 
  • Afterbirth 
  • Impi 
  • Outa Bounds 
  • Collonoscopy 
  • Double Pay 
  • Grange 
  • Ice Box 
  • All Fours 
  • Next Week 
  • Stretch 
  • Me Knob 
  • Bristle 
  • Squeaky Clean 

After the pack set off Rocky and Berocca turned up and went promptly to the Paddo RSL for a drink being all knackered from getting their house ready for sale. 

Coming Anyway and then Pretzel and Laundromat turned up soon after. Then Mother some 10 minutes or so late. 

Seems that I set the perfect run. Front runners were back right on the hour. 

Rocky and Berocca arrived from the Paddo RSL in time for the bucket where everyone was practicing social distancing, mmm, I think. 

Afterbirth did a great job of stand in RA. Ice Box gave an appropriately glowing run report with a score of?? Most of the rest is a blur in my head so I must have been awarded an almost perfect 10 but not quite as that is reserved for spousal awards. 

The On In was at the Paddo RSL with lots of merriment had by the  twenty or so Larrikins that attended. 

Okay, that’s it for this weekend’s hash trash..

Presumably a run and on-on report will appear in this week’s edition, c/o Frankly. Meanwhile the Scribe is getting ready to do a Lee Lin Chin and appear ‘By Satellite’ this evening at his father’s 90th birthday celebrations in Sussex, where he’s informed he’s going to be on a big screen chatting to assembled guests for an unspecified period. Had it not been for covid he’d’ve been there in person, but in these days of global pandemic it’s the next best thing. So, Happy Eighty-Tenth for today, Dad, and On-On from Down Under! Cheers. Chimney x

Some funnies from the Top End : thanks for these, Mother..

2500 years ago a slave call girl from Sardinia named Gedophamee (pronounced Ged-offa’-me)
was attending the first athletic festival in Greece. This festival had no name.

In those days the athletes performed naked. To prevent unwanted arousal while competing,
the men imbibed freely on a drink containing saltpetre before and throughout the variety of events.

At the opening ceremonial parade of this first great event,
Gedophamee observed the first wave of naked athletic males marching toward her and she exclaimed:

“Oh! Limp Pricks!” Over the next two and a half millennia that expression morphed into “Olympics”.
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During a physical examination last , the Darwin doctor asked the CH3er about his physical activity level.
Answer:
He described a typical day “Well, yesterday afternoon,”
“ I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain.
I waded along the edge of a lake.
I pushed my way through brambles.
I got sand in my shoes and my eyes. I avoided standing on a snake.
I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few ‘leaks’ behind some big trees.
The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank eight beers”.
Inspired by the story, the doctor said “You must be one hell of an outdoors man!”
“No,” he replied “I’m just a shit golfer”.

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A golfer is cupping his hand to scoop water from a Highland burn on the St Andrews course.
A groundskeeper shouts: “Dinnae drink tha waater! Et’s foo ae coo’s shite an pish!”
The golfer replies “My Good fellow, I’m from England. Could you repeat that for me, in English!?”
The keeper replies “I said, use two hands – you’ll spill less that way!”

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New Wine for Seniors
California vintners in the Napa Valley area, which primarily produce Pinot Blanc, Pinot Noir and Pinot Grigio wines,
have developed a new hybrid grape that acts as an anti-diuretic.
It is expected to reduce the number of trips older people have to make to the bathroom during the night.
The new wine will be marketed as PINO MORE
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When the husband finally died his wife put the usual death notice in the paper, but added that he died of gonorrhea.
No sooner were the papers delivered when a friend of the family phoned and complained bitterly,
‘You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not gonorrhea.’
Replied the widow,
‘I nursed him night and day so of course I know he died of diarrhea,
but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than the big shit he always was.’
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A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away.
At the end of the service, the pall bearers are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bumped into a wall, jarring the casket.
They heard a faint moan. They opened the casket and found that the woman is actually alive!
She lives for ten more years, and then dies.
Once again, a ceremony is held, and at the end of it, the pall bearers are again carrying out the casket.
As they carry the casket towards the door, the husband cries out,

‘Watch that wall!’
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It’s 2012 and it’s the Olympics in London.
A Scotsman, an Englishman and an Irishman want to get in, but they haven’t got tickets.

The Scotsman picks up a manhole-cover, tucks it under his arm and walks to the gate.
“Mc. Tavish, Scotland,” he says, “Discus,” and in he walks.

The Englishman picks up a length of scaffolding and slings it over his shoulder.
“Waddington-Smythe, England,” he says, “Pole vault,” and in he walks.

The Irishman looks around, picks up a roll of barbed wire and tucks it under his arm.
“O’Malley, Ireland,” he says, “Fencing.”
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A three-year-old boy was examining his testicles while taking a bath.
“Mom” he asked, “are these my brains?”
“Not yet,” she replied

LOL! On-on

COVID – 19: A great test

Thanks to Jukebox for this one, who’s nobly undertaking scientific research on behalf of the Larrikins up there in Lithgow

*COVID – 19 TEST*
*A new and easy test for Covid – 19 *
*is **doing the rounds and it’s simple, *
*quick and positive *
*(or negative if you see what I mean).*
* Take a glass and pour a decent dram *
*of your favourite whisky (gin or rum) *
*into it; then see if you can smell it, *
*if you can then you are halfway there: *
*then drink it and if you can taste it then *
*it is reasonable to assume you are *
*currently free of the virus. *
*I tested myself 9 times last night and *
*was virus free every time thank goodness.*
*I will have to test myself again today *
*though as I have developed a headache *
*which can also be one of the symptoms.*

Smoke Signals

No text from the Scribe this week.. Just a few funnies sent in from various sources, including Jukebox, Phantom and Mother.
Firstly, this one’s from a random Facebook post.
Yorkshire Farmer.
A Yorkshire farmer got in his Land Rover and drove to a neighbouring farm and knocked at the farmhouse door.
A young boy, about nine, opened the door
‘Is your Dad home’? The farmer asked,
.’Sorry mate, he isn’t’ the boy replied. ‘He went into town.’
‘Well,’ said the farmer, ‘Is your mum here’? ‘Nope, she’s not here either. She went into town with Dad.’
‘How about your brother, Greg? Is he here’? ‘He went with Mum and Dad.’
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.
‘Is there anything I can do for you ? The boy asked politely. ‘I know where all the tools are if you want to borrow one. Or maybe, I could take a message for Dad.’
‘Well,’ said the farmer uncomfortably, ‘I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It’s about your brother Greg getting my daughter pregnant
.’ The boy considered for a moment, ‘You would have to talk to Dad about that,’ he finally conceded.
If it helps you any, I know that Dad charges £200 for the Bull and £150 for the Pig, but I really don’t know how much he gets for Greg.

All Two Run Reports from All Fours!

My thanks to All Fours for producing these two reports on behalf of Next Week and Afterbirth..
Run Report #2192 Tues 21 July 2020
Hare: Next Week
Location: Mosman Memorial, Alan Border Oval
This is Next Week’s run report from last week as he was such a slacker he’s delegated the setting of the run and even writing the run report to his trustee sidekick …
The run brought about a few that we haven’t seen at the hash lately, namely Lady Di, Lizard, Twin Dicks and Chuck.
We set off from the memorial, just behind the Mosman Library with the first on back at the end of The Crescentaround the oval. The pack soon peeled off for the walkers to cut across to Field Way past the Fire Stationand the runners continued down the hill. Venerable & Ollie disappeared into the night while Rocky thought the trail would head down towards Awaba Street. All Fours reassured him that there would be no way that we would run up Awaba Street, however we did cross over it several times.
Tripod, Fetchit, Rocky and Saint were given a few clues from the TM on several occasions to short cut as they were lagging behind. Rocky, being too enthusiastic continued to run down Spit Road towards the Spit Bridge direction. Fortunately for him, All Fours managed to call him back and he rejoined the pack along Killarney Street.
The run being superbly set, meant that we saw Starboard all throughout the run with on backs and checks. The runners eventually found themselves at Quaker’s Hat Bay before heading back down Awaba Street, Brady Street, across Spit Junction to home. Venerable being a local was pleasantly surprised as he thought the run was going to be the most predictable of running down or up Awaba Street and towards Balmoral Beach. Bren Gun being most impressed of all the steps, hidden lane ways and places he’d never been beforewas please as punch when Next Week gave him a copy of the beautifully designed trail map. Squeaky on the other hand couldn’t understand why there were so many on backs – he needed a lesson on what the difference was between a ‘Hard On’ and an ‘On Back’. He did have a slight melt down when he insisted that Afterbirth was picking on him. Bren Gun received a down down for insisting on All Fours being a Chinese translator, not for some important like reading the label on the Wuhan Virus Vaccine label but to convert his TV remote control which was converted to Chinese.
We then headed to Hotel Mosman for $12 steaks, having to make two separate bookings of 10 due to the Covid restrictions. Well, I must say that was one great run!
Run Report #2193 Tues 28 July 2020
Hare: AfterBirth & Impi
Location: The Doncaster, Kensington

The Light Rail run was an A to B run which promised intrigue and adventure. It started with All Fours alighting from the car and stepping into dog poo, then AfterBirth phoning Impi for directions on his part of the trail. He insisted that it was so well marked that the TM wouldn’t need a map. All Fours was sure that if she stuffed up the trailmastering tonight then AfterBirth would take another 2 years to forgive her. The most important instructions were that we were to take the Light Rail back toKENSINGTON but to take the KINGSFORD train, not the RANDWICK one otherwise we’d be ending up a long way from home, but if Colonoscopy asks, tell him to take the Randwick train!
We saw Starboard and Me Knob for about 2 seconds, before these gazelles ran off into the distant. Me Knob had seen trail at Central Station on the way to the start, so he knew that it would be a long, long, long run.
Next Week, Fetchit, All Fours & Ice Box were mostly together until we reached the Captain Paddington (renamed from Captain Cook!). We ran back and fourths (at least 4 times) to that intersection when we saw the Runner’s arrow but couldn’t see anymore trail so wedecided that we should head back towards the closest Light Rail stop (Moore Park) – we had already run7.5km!!! While we reached the station, we spotted Hot Dick & Mongrel just ahead of us and then Laundro bounded down the stairs as the train was approaching. It was a good call we decided to cut it short asStarboard & Me Knob were already on the train. I think they were the only two that ran all the way to Haymarket – it must have been about 10kms!
Back at the bucket, it was a hurried circle as the table at the Doncaster was booked for 8pm – what was AfterBirth thinking after setting what felt like a half marathon! All Fours gave an oral run report which she scored it a whopping -2! Impi insisted that his half of the trail was superb, it was AfterBirth that let them down! AfterBirth claims it was too hard to set good runs when he had to work. I think he needs to set more runs in order to improve …

Chimney’s (Lengthy!) Olympic-themed Smoke Signals..

It’s a rainy Sunday in Marriqueville, and the Scribe is feeling a tad reflective, and he thus apologizes if this turns out to be a rather self-indulgent Smoke Signal. In that the Larrikins are nominally a running club, that’s going to be the fairly flimsy reason given for the following Olympic-themed recollections.
Given that the Tokyo 2020 Olympics were meant to have started yesterday, I guess in an alternative reality I’d’ve been glued to the Gogglebox today for Day 1 of the action, having presumably watched what I expect would’ve been an amazing hi-tec Opening Ceremony the previous evening.

I’ve been a mad keen Olympics fan since first seeing the Mexico Olympics in 1968, which I predominantly watched on black & white TV as a boarder at prep school in England, with the Games taking place in October, immediately after my 10th birthday, and I was hooked for life. There’s generally been a political tie-in with the Games too, in that another great interest of mine, the American Election, always follows just a few months after the Summer Olympics, and this was the year that I well and truly got hooked on both events.

At the Games, the introduction by Dick Fosbury of the ‘Fosbury Flop’ in the High Jump, the record-shattering long jump from Bob Beamon, the Black Power salutes, the strength of the African long distance runners, and the feats of plucky Pommy pony Stroller, who got the silver medal with rider Marion Coakes had me thrilled and in tune with this huge global event which took me out of the confines of school: it was all just so very exciting and glamorous, and seemed to be the one bit of good news in an otherwise very traumatic year of generally global bad news!

Bobby Kennedy had been assassinated just 3 months before, and less than a month after the Games Nixon took the White House. Meanwhile, as a sonic backdrop, the big hit in Britain at the time, spending 6 weeks at #1, was Mary Hopkin’s ‘Those Were The Days’.. and weren’t they indeed..? Add to that the fact that my godfather Muir, who sadly died this year, was a producer for ITV at the time, in charge of the Games for that British TV station, and his belated birthday present of a Mexico ’68 teeshirt and Mexico ’68 sombrero was definitely one of my best birthday presents ever, and I couldn’t wait for Munich ’72.

I guess I can easily compartmentalise my life by the subsequent Games and a few of the stars competing therein.. Munich 72 took place my first Summer Holidays at Public School, aged 13 coming on 14, with Mark Spitz, Shane Gould, Lasse Viren, Olga Korbutz, and Mary Peters being stand-out names, along with the horror of the murders of the Israeli team members. I had just emerged as a bit of a junior track star at school (truly!), and the Games inspired me to put some effort into sprinting over the next few years, until I discovered the pleasures of the wicked weed, which was to eventually lead to me getting the hash name Chimney a decade or so later. Alice Cooper was topping the charts with ‘School’s Out’, and his follow-up hit, ‘Elected’ , coincided with Nixon’s landslide victory in November..

Next up, Montreal 76 was my last summer holiday at Public School, and the Games were watched whilst on a camping holiday in the island of Jersey with 3 fellow 17 year old school friends, awaiting our A level results. Names that loom up from those games include Nadia Comaneci and her perfect tens, Lasse Viren (again!), winning the next 2 of his total of 4 gold medals, Valeriy Borzov, Princess Anne -riding with the British Eventing team-, and the 400/800 gold double from Cuban runner Alberto Juantorina which led to David Colman, the famous BBC commentator uttering the immortal line..”The big Cuban opened his legs and showed his class”… a gaffe which led to Private Eye magazine’s long-running ‘Colemanballs’ column.

Elton John & Kiki Dee had knocked Demis Roussos off the top of the UK charts half way through the Games, while over in the States, where they were also topping the charts, Nixon was long gone by now, and in his place it was Gerald Ford running against Jimmy Carter in the US Election, which Carter went on to win.

4 years later.. 40 years ago this week.. and it was Moscow ’80. I was 21 and had just left London Uni. ONJ & ELO were topping the charts with ‘Xanadu’ and I had a summer job working for the Sussex waterboard, using a pneumatic drill to plough up Crowborough High Street, to pay for an upcoming trip down to Greece by Magic Bus with a uni friend.

The Yanks boycotted the Games and it gave the Brits a chance to shine: Steve Ovett, Sebastian Coe and Alan Wells each bagging gold on the track was my main memory, along with Duncan Goodhew in the pool. Over in America, to which I was to make my first visit just a few months later, Ronald Reagan was running against incumbent Jimmy Carter, and indeed he won his landslide victory the day after I arrived in the USA for a 2 month visit that November.

The Los Angeles ’84 Games were watched mainly in my little flat in Fulham, London SW6, working as the marketing manager at a coach company, with a Vauxhall Astra company car parked outside, in which i used to bomb up and down the motorways of Britain trying to persuade travel agents to persuade people to take a coach to Europe instead of a charter flight: quite a hard ask, in the event!

The Zola Budd/Mary Decker rivalry (and eventual tripping up on the track) is one of my clearest memories of those games, along with further Coe/Ovett rivalry, Daley Thompson shining in the decathlon, along with Lional Ritchie and a dude in flying space boots performing at either the Opening or Closing Ceremony. Back in the UK topping the UK charts for that whole summer – 9 weeks in all- which included the Olympics period, was Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s ‘Two Tribes’, while their previous #1, ‘Relax’ was still on high rotation pretty much everywhere, too.

4 years later, for Seoul ’88, it was my first of many Olympics watched here in Sydney. With no British commentary or newspapers to hand I have no recollection whatsoever of any British performances, but I do remember Australia’s solitary Gold Medal, in the pool, for Duncan Armstrong, amongst a host of otherwise North American-dominated news: Greg Louganis in the diving, Ben Johnson getting disqualified after beating Carl Lewis in the 100m and the ensuing global hou-ha about drugs in sport, and the emergence of tragic Flo-Jo and her long nails.

I’d been here for just a couple of months, was just about to start at Gordon’s Tours as the Marketing Manager, and had recently pitched up at the Larrikin Hash with a fiancée in tow! Tempus Fugit. Accommodation was a bedsit in Kings cross, where I was getting dive bombed by bogong moths, and George Bush senior, Reagan’s VP was running an ultimately successful campaign against Michael Dukakis for the US Presidency. Google informs me that Robert Palmer’s ‘Simply Irresistible’ was at #1 in the Aussie ARIA charts, but i must confess that for games viewed since arriving in Australia i don’t really have a sonic reference, unlike with the UK-watched ones.

On to Barcelona ’92, and I was by now in my 2nd year at Flight Centre, working with fellow Larrikin Red Ned in the Elizabeth Street branch in the City, fiancéeless, and indeed had by that stage moved into a house in the Inner West with Cousin IT. Guess most of the watching of the games must’ve been on the TV at that house, or in pubs, and my memory of the sports are a tad hazy, if I’m honest, although I do remember Kieren Perkins’ epic 1500 metre victory in the pool, and Linford Christie taking out the 100m gold for the UK, but that’s about it.

What I do remember, however, was the stadium itself, the amazing backdrop of the city from the diving pool, and the flame being lit by a burning arrow. It needed Google to remind me that the #1 song in Australia at the time was actually the Olympic theme song ‘Amigos Para Siempre (Friends for life), by Spanish opera star Jose Carreras and Sarah Brightman, but I didn’t need any reminding that one William Jefferson Clinton was shortly to turn Bush senior into a one-term President two months later.

On to Atlanta ’96, by which stage I’d just become an Australian citizen, and i’d also just become manager of Student Flights, which at that stage was located opposite my old Gordon’s office in Railway Square, and what do I remember about that..? I can remember Celine Dion, Ray Charles and Gladys Knight performing at the Opening Ceremony; I can remember the bomb; Muhammad Ali battling Parkinson’s to light the flame; Steve Redbridge, Michael Johnson, Kieren Perkins (again!), and Michael Diamond, the Aussie shooter. The rest is a bit of a blur.

Google tells me that the Fugees’ remake of ‘Killing me softly’ was #1 at the time of the games, though The Macarena was to follow shortly and that provides a much more realistic sonic backdrop for me, at least certainly in terms of flight centre, where it was a staple at buzz nights and conferences. Meanwhile, over in the US, Bill Clinton was to have no trouble gaining re-election in November.

Come 2000, on home ground, the Sydney Olympics were the first ones I attended in person, along with Cousin IT, and the decision I’d made at the time of the Atlanta Games 4 years before, to quit cigarettes, paid off, because all of our tickets, including the Opening Ceremony ones, were paid for from the ‘SSSF’ (Simon Stop Smoking Fund), and we had an amazing Games. obviously Cathy Freeman and Ian Thorpe were the two Aussie legends to emerge from the Games, having also been the faces of the Games in all the build-up marketing, and we were there to see Cathy light the cauldron, although not to see her win her gold on the track.

There were plenty of other big names we did get to see though, along with many lesser known ones, and they included Michael Johnson, Hicham El Guerrouj (getting silver behind a Kenyan), Haile Gebrselassieand Marian jones, although her medals have now been erased due to drug use , which came to light years later. The ultimate highlight, and there were many highlights, was watching Olivia Newton-John and John Farnham exhorting the athletes to ‘Dare to Dream’ at the Opening Ceremony, and it genuinely did seem like a dream come true.

Workwise, I was taking a break between finishing up at Macquarie Flight Centre and starting at the new Balmain branch, and had made quite alot of money selling trips out of Sydney to those that didn’t want to be in Sydney for the Games, many of whom later regretted it. Cousin IT and I saw the flame 3 times on the night prior to the Opening Ceremony.. in Marrickville, on Oxford Street, and at the Opera house, when Olivia ran around the building with the flame before handing it on to Patrick Rafter, and the ‘Happy gas’ that was in Sydney that night, and indeed for the next 15 days, is something I’ll never forget.

Meanwhile Google tells me that Madonna’s ‘Music’ and Kylie’s ‘On a Night Like This’ were the two Australian #1s during the Games, but I didn’t need Google to tell me that in one of the most dodgy and contentious US election results ever George W Bush scraped in over Al Gore, with the help of hanging chads in Florida and a Republican-stacked Supreme Court, despite losing by 500,000 votes, and thereby setting the precedent for another electoral shitfight 4 Olympics later..

The Athens 2004 Olympics were experienced in Scandinavia, in the company of Cousin IT, whilst driving round the coastline of Europe, attempting to write the book that has not yet been written. We were in Stockholm for the Opening Ceremony, and in Helsinki for the Closing Ceremony, and it took 15 days split between driving around the coastline of the Gulf of Bothnia, and exploring the Åland Islands, to experience them, via Swedish and Finnish TV and radio.

I can remember the excitement aboard the ferry coming back from the Åland islands when a Swedish table tennis player, who was in his 5th consecutive Games, won a match, but Google tells me the Swedes didn’t win any table tennis medals that Games, so I guess that his luck ran out soon after. I know that Thorpie won more gold, and that Michael Phelps emerged as a superstar at the Games, but not much else stands out.

The song on my brain that summer was the Moldavian hit ‘Dragostea Din Tei’, by O-zone, which was a monster hit all over Europe (including getting to #3 in the UK), but Google advises it didn’t chart here in Australia, although it did in the US. Meanwhile we’d got as far as Calais, France, by the time of that year’s US Election, when somehow GW Bush got back in for another 4 years.

It’s probably turned into a bit of an endurance test reading this, if indeed anyone is still reading it, but that now takes things up to Beijing 2008. By now I was teaching English at the Windsor Institute of Languages in the city and indeed had many Chinese students at the time the games were taking place.

My memory of the Beijing Games is of the astonishing over the top Opening Ceremony, the amazing Bird’s Nest stadium and the swimming pool ‘Cube’ ; the unnaturally blue skies; Michael Phelps, Usain Bolt, Bradley Wiggins, Stephanie Rice and Leisel Jones, Steve Hooker, and.. how could I ever forget…, Matthew Mitcham’s astonishing final gold winning dive in the Diving.

Google tells me that Katy Perry was #1 in the Aussie charts with ‘I kissed a girl’, which I definitely remember, and I need no reminding that Barack Obama beat John McCain that November for the US Presidency, with the GFC kicking in not long after the Beijing Games ended.

On to London 2012, by which stage I was an Academic English teacher at UNSW, and that takes me to the second Olympics that I attended in person, over in the UK, in the company of my Dad, my sister and her family. There weren’t any events or ceremonies attended in the main stadium, but we had a good smorgasbord of events around London, and (twice) at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff.

Being in the UK, and surrounded by British commentary and press, it’s the British stars that come to mind first, such as Mo Farah, Chris Hoy, the Brownlee brothers, ginger-headed Greg Rutherford, Bradley Wiggins (again!) and Andy Murray rectifying his Wimbledon defeat of a few weeks earlier.
Otherwise Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt obviously both stand out and from Oz, Sally pearson, whose win I heard taking place live on the car radio whilst driving up a lonely stretch of the A1 to Edinburgh.

When I google the British pop charts for that period one song that I recognise is ‘Call me maybe’ by Carly Rae Jepsen, so I’ll count that as the sonic backdrop, while that November’s election saw an easy re-election for Obama over Mitt Romney.

And thus to the last Olympics, which although they’re the most recent are also in some ways the haziest. Still an Academic English teacher at UNSW, I think I felt a little less engaged with Rio ’16 than I did with earlier Games. Perhaps it was the low-key Opening ceremony, maybe it was the fact that most of the action was delayed due to the time difference, or maybe it was that I can’t really recall Australia doing spectacularly at it , despite a few swimming golds.

Google reminds me that Usain Bolt, Michael Phelps and Mo Farrah each shone and cemented their legends, but I can’t actually recall watching and cheering on my TV. What I do remember was Tokyo’s hi-tech promo of their forthcoming games in the Closing Ceremony, and alot of samba dances, but that’s about it. Had to check on Youtube to see what ‘Closer’ by the Chainsmokers, the Australian #1 at the time sounded like, and it’s vaguely familiar, but in truth I was probably listening to oldies on WSFM at the time!

Have no difficulty in recalling the details of that year’s US election, though, and how the world got saddled with the current nutter in the White House, despite losing by more than 3 million votes to Hillary Clinton, but that’d be a whole other post..!

And now to the present. Who knows what Tokyo 2020 might’ve been like? Who knows who the stars may have been, and what the Opening Ceremony might’ve been like. With no hype from the Australian media I have no idea of who might’ve been names to look out for, but also in terms of international stars I’m in the dark too. Who knows whether there’ll be a Tokyo 2021? I’d like to hope there might be, but I won’t be holding my breath. And will I feel engaged if there is one..? I’d like to hope so. but who knows?

Perhaps Paris ’24, 100 years on from ‘Chariots of Fire’, which was set during the Paris 1924 Games, could be one to aim for for a third Olympics in person. Qui sait? Meanwhile i also have no idea what is currently #1 in Australia, and can’t say I have any articular ‘sonic backdrop; to July 2020. I definitely do know who’s gonna be in the US election in just over 3 months time and I hope to God that Biden wins in a Blue tsunami, but I don’t know that I trust our cousins across the Big Pond enough to actually put a wager on it, yet..

So.. Blimey! That’s a f*cking long Smoke Signal. I might actually copy and paste this and put it into my Facebook page: it seems a waste not to. There are still some funnies to come from Mother to go in the hash trash, but at least for now, that’s the end of the Scribe’s thoughts on the Olympics and life…! On On Chimney