Today I was awarded an ejection seat (with, generally, honour) from Royal Perth Rehabilitation Hospital in Shenton Park, and was gently, carfeully landed by my two-derful wife [yes, that is Victor Borge-style inflationary language]. I also learned a few extra things.
Those of you to whom I mentioned polite, well-dressed Pia and her interest in martial arts are most enthusiastically referred to this Sydney Morning Herald article and her husband following through en blog. Note that the object is not being waved about harmlessly, it is being aligned.
I also ran across an interesting chunk of interculturalism yesterday. I have a friend called Katenji [any lack of correct spelling is mine] who has a light-up-the-building smile and an excellent personality to back it with, but longs towards more variety in hairstyles (I see no problem — her hair is soft and pretty — but that’s merely a bloke speaking);l today I met another young lady with a remotely similar launching-pad. Frances styles her dark hair with streaks of blondeness, which looks very attractive when carefully dressed (as always, I think) across her magnificent tan. The intercultural sparkle comes from her term for the style... I kid you not, she calls it “half-brain” a real-life form of blonde joke. The rest of her demonstrated humour is similarly bold, whch I must say has proven to be excellent medicine in practice.