There was movement at the Gold Coast, for the word had passed around. That the filly Vic Ferrari, needed Bubblers for the day. Yeah they came like wild bush bush horses, there was thunder in the sound Still the camera cracks did gather to the fray. All the tried and noted Bubblers from parts both near and far, had mustered at the parklands overnight. For the camera buffs love hard clicking, where the coastal Bubblers are And Vic Ferrari wobbled knee-caps with delight.…
There was Mawson, who made his fame when Vector won the cup The old man with his hair as white as snow But few could click beside him, when his blood was fairly up – He would click wherever cameraman could go. And there were many others, who came along to lend a hand Even folks that suffered raindrops for their pains Neither cold nor we
Whilst I am not qualified to render technical advice…I guess I may be excused for presenting an observation that is cause for some concern::::::
WARNING my friends, stop and have a long think about how you are saving your most treasured creations.
Last week I was inspired to review one of my writings from fifteen years back…Problem was just like Old Mother Hubbard, when I got to the cupboard, there was not a lot to see. Oh yes, the covers were there but over the years the print on the A4 sheets had all run away.
Two cups of coffee later and having survived this great disaster of literature disappearance..I decided to rather dismally explore the rest of my house. My quite large vynil record collection was virtually unplayable. Likewise my cassettes. My Beta VHS t
A flash of lightning, a shuffling of molecules, and life for Franz Kafka Molekel will never be the same. His sudden metamorphosis from a bright young lad into an energetic and clever jack russell terrier brings a neverending series of amazing challenges and adventures into Franz’s life.