Thanks Sacha, I'd be happy to do what I can. My info comes from dealing with the needs of an elderly - and increasingly infirm - relative. While hopefully there's a relatively trouble-free late-life summer in the offing, it's kind of the issue of the moment for me.
the last wave may have been very entertaining for whiteys but it came close to killing David.
So, sadly enough, I've heard. Of course a few years earlier he suicided on screen in Nicholas Roeg's Walkabout. Also there was a ghastly gratuitous walk-on part in The Right Stuff.
BTW has anyone read Xavier Herbert's great slab of a novel Poor Fellow My Country? Or the earlier - and weirder - Capricornia? Probably a thoroughly unpleasant human being, and more often than not a truly irritating writer, it's the remorseless authenticity of his stories and settings that makes him highly readable. There are elements in the maestro of smug & shallow's Australia that could only have been plundered from Poor Fellow My Country. It's a marvel how such a festering boil of an epic could be rendered into a cloying slab of cheese .
Hilary, can't find anything official, but this I know from my own experience: In May it was still two weeks. By mid-July it had been reduced to one week. A number of other such welfare entitlements appear to have been similarly halved.
I believe that applications for respite care are approved by GPs. Someone who deals with those kind of cases will likely be up with the details.
Good Jelly the Nun?
Tho not too far from reality. There was a local amateur stage production in the 80s where Badjelly's cat's name was bowdlerised from Fluffybum to Fluffy - some more innocuous part of it's anatomy. Kids voiced their protest, and were berated by a member of the cast who informed them that Fluffybum was 'rude'.
"the relatively small sum at stake in his accommodation expenses problem."
is double what most benficiaries make in a year
The great majority of beneficiaries must get by on under $15k p.a, including any rent allowances.
Also English's Government has quietly halved the allowance of respite care for the elderly, from two weeks to one. Nicely timed to kick in at midwinter. For many of the old and frail in the colder parts that still attempt to do for themselves, it's been a tough one.
Excellent post Dyan, thank you!
By all accounts C J MacDonald is a great guy. And being compared to Castro by Bill O'Reilly has to be a ringing endorsement.
. . . hospitable drinks from home-made ginger beer through coffee - the Islay malt hoard...
Thank you! Previous attempt to visit the big O was decades earlier. My clutch burnt out a few miles (yes that long ago) short, and I had to push a heavy motorbike back to the main road before hitching to Franz.
Must be something in the ginger beer that keeps the beasties at bay - or quite likely the single malt. I believe Scotland has sandfly issues too.
. . .the nude gambolling that goes on here in Big O . . .
Now I'm curious. Not about the nudity per se, but about the sandfly factor. See, I finally got to visit your big O at the end of May (not for want of trying in the past), and stayed about half an hour, just before sundown. Very impressive, though was squashing the last stragglers of the vast sandfly swarm that had hitched a ride most of the way to Haast. And I bled real blood, too.
Does The Soft Boys' (I Want to be an) Anglepoise Lamp count?
I love that song *so much*, like a crazy embarrassing gushy amount . . .
Know what you mean. Best experienced in the dark, in case one happens to dribble.
Unfortunately I was three for most of 1978, so my concert-going was fairly limited...
Thanks for reminding me that there's an upside to being old.