the falling fish of ballina.
this is not a sporting site, we do surfing.
They probably gave that day a name. That is a lot of cod coming down with the rain there. These days all it would mean would be that the twenty sqm fish unit some chinese mogul had built as a window on the fiftieth floor of his apartment has just gone south.
So anyone who was out in the codstorm that day would be talking about it that night. Even in 1861 Singapore had bars with seats and silk underwear good enough to convince a woman to say anything.
This is written.
Things get handed down through families, ask anyone who had a dear relative gurgle it in the Titanic – that is still big news. A movie a couple of years ago and now a stageshow.
Same with the Singapore codstorm, and who’s to know if that chinese looking guy standing under the telegraph pole in Ballina, the one down the road from the Courthouse, isn’t a great grandson of Neville up there, the guy pulling the mogul through the fishfall. Tell me that couldn’t happen.
I’ll bet the g’grandson was remembering it when the flathead fell on him in Ballina the other day.
One minute he’s just got out of the cab with his family – here for lunch on the river – but first a snap by the front door of the hotel. So he glues them onto the pavement and goes way over the road for the shot of all of them, and ALL of the hotel. This is an Asian thing this having big buildings as a backdrop to family snaps, not unlike being favoured with a knighthood and getting your picture taken leaning against the rented Bentley outside the Palace.
Imaginary materialism, the best kind – that’s why our chinese brothers burn cardboad houses and cars at funerals.
Vt = is how fast the flathead was going when it smacked Neville’s great grandson on the top of his head. Whap! Then onto the ground his his feet. Tremble ..! The fish is trembling!
– and wet.
You know this stuff about asians and losing face – they hate that worse than losing at baccarat – so here we have g’grandson losing face twice. At the same time.
He had to deal with the fish that the eagle dropped on him from on top of the telegraph pole he was standing under, and then he had to have lunch with the family who saw it all happen – and there was a lot of laughter happening down there, from where I was looking.
Pete, even if it’s bullshit, it’s a bloody funny yarn. That’ll do me for the day. Great work.
bullshit eh .. ! I didn’t come here to be insulted. (recommended answer: where do you usually go then)
Sorry, Pete, I meant apocryphal.
that means it’s gonna happen .. right?
I think you mean “apoplectic”, Pete.
that’s only when we get angry