Thursday, 26 March 2009

Obama's gift to Rudd

"So, what do you think of this replica of Stonehenge?"

"I thought it would be bigger".


"Well, I asked Biden to get it made, and it appears he can't tell the difference between 18 inches and 18 feet".

[Which is pretty funny comment coming from a guy that can't tell a window from a door].


[The original Stonehenge incident in Spinal Tap].

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Another day, another dose of ABC bias

I managed to empty the iPod of podcasts before setting out for work today, leaving me stuck with listening to Triple J for the commute.

At 9am, the news arrived, and whilst I normally tune out their left-of-left-of-centre views, I was stunned when the newsreader gleefully announced that Obama had "lavished praise" on the wax gobbler. I can only imagine that the scene was indeed reminiscent of the special olympics, with two economic retards hugging each other and then fighting over who had the biggest stimulus package.

The truly amazing thing was that the ABC was so supportive of the idea of a US President being nice to an Australian PM. When Bush said nice things to Howard, the ABC adopted a funereal tone suitable for the Adams Family and proceeded to promote the idea that it was electoral suicide to be patted on the back by the Most Powerful Man in the World. I also seem to recall a phrase along the line of "conga line of suck holes" to denote this relationship.

The ABC newsreader sounded fit to burst. I thought she was going to start crying tears of joy at the fact that Krudd had been annointed and blessed by the presence of The One.



I really am a crap artist.

Mr Rudd goes to Washington

Thanks to News Corp for this interesting behind the scenes view of the press conferences. With a huge hat tip to the master of these things - TOTUS.



Where shall we put this thing?


"Fuck, Hillary has been fucking with the screws again".


"Help me lift these things back up to their normal height".


"I reckon that's a good spot over there - not too much reflection on the screens. Good of you to help out, er, Keith. What did you think of the wax casting set that I gave you?"


"Can I lick your ears? They look so big, and delicious."


"Um, do you mind arranging a lift for me back to Australia. Julia ordered the plane to fly back without me."



And if Senator Stephen Conroy is reading this, I have a message for you.

"Suck my balls".

Update - the Wax Gobbler can't help himself.


"Keith, if you try to lick my ears again, I will have you shot by the Secret Service".


Check out the look on Krudd's face - if that is not a worshipful expression of man-love, I don't know what it is.

Obama's new nickname for Krudd from now on will surely be "Monica".

What is Kevin thinking of?

Krudd in Washington today, presumably talking about urgently needed support:


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Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Einfeld's epic fail

Apart from lying through his teeth in an attempt to avoid a paltry $77 fine, Einfeld was a goose of the first order for getting pinged by this radar trap in Macpherson Road, Mosman (assuming he was caught by the fixed radar trap near the school). The SMH covers how he was taken down in this story. I know that this is not all the info that they had, as a mate of mine was tangentially involved in gathering some of the data that the Police used. Let's just say that they knew a very long time ago that he had lied, lied and lied again.

His car was then nabbed by the speed camera at Macpherson Street, Mosman, before it moved on to the Harbour Bridge where police were able to identify it had tripped the e-tag toll at lane 14.


This is the view coming from Balmoral and heading towards Cremorne on Ourimbah Rd, which turns hard right into Macpherson. The RTA very kindly erected not one, not two, but three warning signs along this stretch to let motorists know that there is a fixed radar trap just down the road. Here is warning sign number 1:


A few hundred metres later, here is number 2:


When you turn into Macpherson, here is number 3 (and the road is very steep, so you really have to plant it to exceed the speed limit on this stretch):


And here is the speed camera gizmo itself, which is not exactly hidden away. In fact, you can see it in the above photo (marked with the second arrow). Even if the signs were not here, an observant person would still see the radar trap.


Look what Google picked up - must be one of Einfeld's mates, yakking on the phone as they are driving.


Anyway, given what you now know, I think we can class this as another EPIC FAIL.

Monday, 23 March 2009

Who will be buying organic milk from now on?

It is something that has always puzzled me, but I have never been able to figure out who is buying the paltry amount of organic milk that our supermarket stocks. I checked the prices tonight on a 2 litre container:

  • Own brand 2 litre - $2.47
  • Organic 2 litre - $8.67
It is a long time since I have been near a cow. When I was growing up, my drunkle (drunken uncle, who had been a dairy farmer) would occasionally take me to a neighbouring property to see how everything was done, and he used to procure flagons of pasteurised (but not homogenised) milk whenever I came to visit. I loved those flagons, with 3 or 4 inches of proper cream floating in the neck, just waiting for a 12 year old boy to get into.

So I won't claim to know much about cows, dairies or animal husbandry in the dairy industry. But for the life of me, I can't see how there can be a difference of over $6 in the price of 2 litres of milk. If we were buying the organic stuff, we'd be flat broke by now. Two kids will happily drain 2 to 3 litres per day, and with a third one about to hit the cow stuff, I'm glad we have bought a fridge that can easily hold six litres of the white moo.

Either the organic industry is making super-profits, or they are catastrophically inefficient.

Think for a minute though what will happen to the family budget if we are forced down the organic road. Our weekly milk spend would go from $20 (I'm calculating on 8 x 2 litre bottles) to $69.37 - a massive increase. And think of the downstream impacts on yoghurt, cheese, cream, sour cream, custard and so on if the eco-loons get their dastardly way. Whilst falling milk prices hurt small dairy farmers and drive them out of the industry, it has meant a generation growing up with plenty of calcium and strong bones. You don't see too many stunted kids these days. Even the poor can afford to drink milk. Hell, it's probably cheaper than bottled water.

But if the price went up 3.5 times, the impact on struggling families would be disastrous. We need cheap milk, so bugger the organic option.

And if you do hear a watermelon telling you that all dairies must go organic, just ask them, "Don't you love how some greenies will happily grind the faces of the poor to make their bread?"

25% interest anyone?

You'd think an interest rate of 25% would be illegal, wouldn't you?

Well, read the fine print on this sign (ok, so you can't read the fine print - but trust me, it says that the annual interest rate is 25 point something percent).


I saw this in a large furniture retailer today. What set me off was the table of weekly repayments. You buy something for $4000, and then you make weekly repayments over 4 years of $38.42.

Thankfully, I went to school in the 1980's, so I can do sums in my head. Let's see - 4 years times 52 weeks is 208 weeks. 208 times $38.42 is...... way, way, way above $4,000. Closer to $8,000.

Actually, $7991.36, but my storeside maths was good enough.

After the shock wore off, I read the fine print, and that is where I found the 25% interest rate, courtesy of HSBC. Plus a monthly fee of $3.60 (I think) and an establishment fee.

You put that together with this story on home equity withdrawl in the UK, and you can see why so many people owe so much money, and why it is going to be some time before they have paid it down to the point where they can start spending again.

Monday ride

Tried to go early again, got distracted by nappies and other kiddie duties. Amazing how active a young fellow can be at 5am.

Took an interesting turn, became geographically challenged, and ended up slogging up and up and up a lot of hills. They never seemed to go down. Legs actually worked, which was a big surprise. I expected to be stiff and wobbly, but suffered nothing of the sort. Got home absolutely lathered in sweat (30 degrees out there, no breeze) with exactly 175km on the clock for the week. I will be happy when my pants start falling down, which is what happened last time I did a lot of miles. It's even better when you need to punch some new holes in the belt. Riding does that to the paunch.

Thinking about a rest day tomorrow before resetting the odometer on Wed morning (yes, it is an odd day to start the riding week on, but that is my business, so bash it up your date if you're not happy).

Somehow struggled through the afternoon without a nanna-nap. Almost lay down in a furniture store on an ottoman and went to sleep. The only thing that kept me awake was watching the Monkey "stress test" a nearby sofa.

The ride was actually very, very good. The hills were a bit nasty, but nothing over the top. I was pleasantly surprised that I could surmount them without regurgitating my lungs or spleen at the top. That must be a good sign.

As far as tans go, I have lovely brown arms, white hands and brown finger tips (the result of fingerless gloves). My knees are very brown. The rest of me makes an albino look like George Hamilton. Or a lycra covered egg.

What lurks over yonder ridge?

I blogged yesterday about my ride out towards Prospect Reservoir, which is where I intend to get to one day. In the photo below, it's the patch of water on the left. Where I got to is the housing development over towards the right - the area of streets that looks a bit like a pair of lungs. The ridge that I rode most of the way to the top of is the green vertical stripe to the left of the "lungs". After getting home and viewing this photo, I now know why the developers have done their best to stop people from actually getting to the top of the ridge to see what is on the other side.


Behold, the dark satanic mills of Mordor.


Wouldn't you just love to buy a property, and then find out this is just over the hillside?

The Nature Conservation Council and their bush fire policy

I put myself to sleep last night reading the NCC bush fire policy from 2002. This policy is still current, and I presume something similar holds sway in Victoria.

Before I start, make sure you understand this:
Since the passing of the Rural Fires Act 1997 and the Fire Brigades Act 1989, the NCC has had responsibilities under these pieces of legislation to appoint conservation representatives to the Bushfire Coordinating Committee (BFCC) and Rural Fire Service Advisory Committee (RFSAC) as well as to the Bushfire Management Committees (BFMCs) around NSW. This provides NCC with the opportunity to promote environmental considerations and outcomes in bushfire management practices and policy.
Having served on many committees in my lifetime, I know how easy it is for a committee to become sidetracked and bogged down by one or more lunatic members. I'm not saying that the NCC are appointing loonies to all committees, but given the number of BFMCs around NSW, they must have appointed at least one Mad Hatter. You can write off the work of any BFMC with a Mad Hatter on board. It only takes one person to chuck a handful of sand into the gearbox, and the whole thing grinds to a halt.

I may be taking chunks of the policy out of context, but let's start at the beginning:

1.3 "Broad area burning" - prescribed burning, for the purpose of reducing fuel levels, of "extensive" areas of land in relation to the total size of the affected natural area in any one year. For example:
  • for SEPP 19 urban bushland areas and similar remnant bushland areas protected under the Crown Lands Act, the Local Government Act and the Environment Protection & Assessment Act - no more than 10% of a given natural area, with a maximum area of 100 ha. should be burned;
  • for the larger areas of "managed lands" such as national parks, state forests, and for private rural lands - a maximum area of 1,000 ha. should be burned.
Note: This definition does not apply to lands which may be burnt for ecological purposes following an appropriate professional assessment.

Right, there is the policy in black and white. If fuel loads are a problem, there are strict limits on how many hectares you can burn.

Let's look at the limit of 1000 hectares per year in a national park.

I also read the Tarawi Nature Reserve fire management strategy, and discovered whilst reading it that the Tarawi reserve has over 33,000 hectares. The interesting thing about this 38 page document, which is very extensive and well put together, is that it says nothing about how many hectares they are going to burn each year. There is only one clue in the document, and it is buried in this graphic on the last page:


This shows the planned and actual burns between 1997 and 2005 - nothing appears to have been burned at all in 2002, 2003 and 2004. See those tiny strips of colour? They are the planned and actual burns, and it doesn't explain whether the red strips are burns planned for 2006 and beyond, or whether they were planned burns that were not carried out in the 1997-2005 period. It would be a shocker if they were "planned, but not carried out", since I would estimate that they're about 40% of the total burning.

The question here is whether even the planned burning over that period was sufficient, and I do not have the knowledge or experience to answer that, but at first glimpse, they appear to be carrying out a minuscule amount of burning. And it's not like the smoke is going to annoy urban greenies living nearby - this reserve is in the middle of nowhere on the SA border. It really is the back of beyond in a big way.

Let's go back to that "1000 hectares per year" limit in a national park. It looks to me like between 1997 and 2005, they didn't burn 1000 hectares in total, let alone per year. But even if they stuck to the 1000 hectares per year limit, they would only burn each patch of park once every 33 years. At the rate they are going, it looks like each bit of park will get a managed burn once every century or two.

Is that enough?

And what happens when we don't burn often enough and widely enough to reduce fuel loads to a reasonable level?

1972 - 14 December
A fire at Mount Buffalo burnt for 12 days, covering an area of approximately 12,140 hectares. This area included 7,400 hectares of State forest and 4,520 hectares of National Park.

1977 - 12 February
Widespread fires occurred across the Western District of Victoria, mostly in grasslands. The fires caused the deaths of four people and burnt approximately 103,000 hectares. More than 198,500 stock, 116 houses and 340 buildings were lost.

1980 - 28 December – 6 January 1981
A fire started from a lightning strike on December 28, 1980 and continued to burn through until 6 January 1981. The fire burnt 119,000 hectares in the Sunset Country and the Big Desert.

1983 - 31 January
Fires in the Cann River forest district burnt more than 250,000 hectares including large areas of State forest.

1983 - 1 February
A fire at Mt Macedon burnt 6,100 hectares including 1,864 hectares of State forest. Fifty houses were destroyed.

1983 - 16 February 'Ash Wednesday'
Australia’s most well-known bushfire event. Over 100 fires in Victoria burnt 210,000 hectares and caused forty seven fatalities. More than 27,000 stock and 2,000 houses were lost. Areas severely affected included Monivae, Branxholme, East Trentham, Mt Macedon, the Otway Ranges, Warburton, Belgrave Heights, Cockatoo, Beaconsfield Upper and Framlingham (see also Ash Wednesday pages).

That adds up to just under 700,000 hectares of totally destroyed land between 1972 and 1983 - you can average that out to 58,000 hectares of utter destruction per year.

Are we currently burning 58,000 hectares per year in a managed way? Me, I'd prefer to burn those 58,000 hectares per year in a controlled fashion, rather than watching the whole lot go up like an atomic bomb. But each to their own.

The document makes no mention of how quickly fuel loads build up, which is a crucial question. If 6 tonnes to the hectare is where things start to get nasty, how long does it take to reach that point? If bush in an area is adding 1 tonne per hectare per year, then I guess you'd want to burn it every 6 years. If it is adding 0.1 tonnes per hectare per year, we hardly need to bother burning it in our lifetime.

But I have googled this and that, and I can't find anything anywhere that documents either how much leaf litter and so on exists in certain areas (like our National Parks), and how quickly it's growing. If 6 tonnes, or 10 tonnes, or 20 tonnes - or whatever - is determined to be the critical level, then I would have thought the bushfire program for the next few years would consist of t his statement:

  • Burn everything over 6 tonnes per hectare (or whatever limit you choose)
  • Burn different patches per year so that not everything burns at once
  • Ensure that in (say) 5 years time, nothing is over the limit
Now that of course is a bit simplistic and unrealistic, but if you start at a point like that, you can generate some idea of the acreage that you need to burn per year. I'm sure it will be about 10 times higher than what the NCC wants, if not more. Whether we have the capacity and capability to do that is another matter.

I can't find anything that comes even close to that. Instead, we get 38 page reports that say nothing. Nothing. They are beautifully prepared arse covering documents. However, a good looking strategy paper should never be confused with action, and the delivery of actual results. If they put as much effort into burning as they did into generating reports, we'd probably never have another wildfire in this country again.

How much can we safely burn each year?

From the CSIRO:

Frequent fire is a natural and important part of the tropical savanna environment in northern Australia.

Every Dry Season, from May to October, up to 50 per cent of the landscape is burnt, and most fires are deliberately lit.

Fire is the most important land management tool for biodiversity conservation however; there is widespread confusion and concern over why so much burning takes place.
Yes, the Top End is different to down here, but in certain areas, we should not be concerned by massive burn offs.

This is from a paper presented in 1969:

Mr. A. G. McArthur of the Commonwealth forestry and Timber Bureau has perfected a method of measuring the inflammability of the fuel on the forest floor at any particular time. This enables the forester to gauge the speed and intensity of fire which might occur in that type of fuel. Other fire researchers have demonstrated that the heat intensity of a forest fire is directly proportional to the square of the inflammable fuel on the forest floor. This accumulation commonly varies between 4 and 20 tons per acre. Any accumulation in excess of 6 tons per acre is regarded as dangerous. Research personnel have demonstrated that it is possible, both economically and safely, to reduce that accumulation by cool, slow, low-flame fires.
The NCC has come out staunchly against this in a 2003 submission to a parliamentary committee on bushfires:

The simplistic argument that the answer to severe fire events is widespread, untargeted controlled burning needs to be dismissed. Effectively what is being advocated is the removal of the understorey and leaf litter layers of bushland, especially our least disturbed bushland - National Parks. This would mean the removal of the most critical food and habitat for most of our species as well as leading to massive soil and nutrient loss with resultant loss of water quality.

I read that to mean that it is ok to do small controlled burns around certain assets, like the cafe and kiosk in the middle of the park where the visitors can get an ice cream, but the rest of the park is off limits to controlled burning.

The thing is, the build up of leaf litter and such on the forest floor just isn't going to magically go away. My reading of the NCC website and their policies is that they have adopted a head in the sand approach - just ignore the whole question of fuel load, and blame someone else when the whole lot goes up.

Let me finish with this gem, from the Protection of the Environment Act 1991, which is part of the legislation governing what you can and can't burn:

(2) For the purposes of subsection (1) (a), ecologically sustainable development requires the effective integration of economic and environmental considerations in decision-making processes. Ecologically sustainable development can be achieved through the implementation of the following principles and programs:

(a) the precautionary principle-namely, that if there are threats of serious or irreversible environmental damage, lack of full scientific certainty should not be used as a reason for postponing measures to prevent environmental degradation.
In the application of the precautionary principle, public and private decisions should be guided by:

(i) careful evaluation to avoid, wherever practicable, serious or irreversible damage to the environment, and

(ii) an assessment of the risk-weighted consequences of various options,

(b) inter-generational equity-namely, that the present generation should ensure that the health, diversity and productivity of the environment are maintained or enhanced for the benefit of future generations,

(c) conservation of biological diversity and ecological integrity-namely, that conservation of biological diversity and ecological integrity should be a fundamental consideration,

(d) improved valuation, pricing and incentive mechanisms-namely, that environmental factors should be included in the valuation of assets and services, such as:

(i) polluter pays-that is, those who generate pollution and waste should bear the cost of containment, avoidance or abatement,

(ii) the users of goods and services should pay prices based on the full life cycle of costs of providing goods and services, including the use of natural resources and assets and the ultimate disposal of any waste,

(iii) environmental goals, having been established, should be pursued in the most cost effective way, by establishing incentive structures, including market mechanisms, that enable those best placed to maximise benefits or minimise costs to develop their own solutions and responses to environmental problems.

I can't understand a word of it. How then are our "unlettered, hick, redneck" cousins in the bush supposed to make head or tail of it?

No wonder the world is going to hell in a hand basket.

Obama Received a $101,332 Bonus from AIG

Hmm, now that might explain why he took so long to get "angry" about the bonuses.

And the source of that anger?

Finding out that the AIG staff got bonuses in the millions, whilst he only got a paltry hundred grand.

Linky.

I can see the rage in the White House now.

"These fools blow billions of dollars, and they get hundreds of millions in bonuses? I blow trillions and what do I get? Hmm! What do I get? A paltry hundred grand. These people are going down. No one disses me like that! Nobody! Emmanuel, teach these fools a lesson."

Cue sound of Thompson sub-machine guns.

Sunday, 22 March 2009

Last of the ride pics

Homeward bound, I thought I could hear voices and the whirr-whirr-whirr of gears and chains behind me, and lo and behold, this pair eventually overtook me. I stayed on their tails for a while, but not too long - they were moving fairly rapidly, and were much better at taking tight bends than me (amazing how much time you can lose taking a corner on a bike).


Sign on post - stop shark fin exports. That took me to the Nature Conservation Council, and this policy on bush fires, which I will comment on later.


Happy families - dad with tackers.


When I went past this grassy knoll in the morning, there was a stream of bikes coming down the hill. The grass is just long enough to hide a gunman, erm, cover them up to their waists, and it looked pretty cool. I was too slow to get the camera out to show them zipping down through the long grass, so I had to get this slightly lamer shot on the way home.


Yes, some cyclists can be complete wallys. As I came up behind this pair, the bloke in front was showing his girlfriend how Grand Prix drivers keep their tyres warm during slow periods by rapidly weaving from one side of the road to the other. And that of course prevented me from overtaking. He finally got the message when his girlfriend yelled at him to stop being a dick, and through I went.


Mr Zippy. This guy had about 50 times as many grey hairs as me, but he went ripping past me in a fashion that I could just not ignore. I had to catch him and hang onto his tail until we parted company - which probably explains why my thighs are currently twanging from exhaustion. Sheesh, I hate old, fast bastards.


Shadows not so long after 3 hours in the saddle.


I don't always get those action shots quite right - another family out for a spin beside the water. Just after this, I got to race a Jetcat going towards the city - and I beat it of course.


Bike parking at the Armory Cafe. I thought about dropping in for a feed, but there were at least a dozen people queueing for a table, so I gave it a miss. Very popular feeding trough for cyclists on the weekend.


A bike hire place just next door - they have tandem bikes and everything. I've never spotted this place before - must only open on weekends.


And a final shot of.... I am not sure what. I think I was photographing the happy looking families coming down the hill from the car park on their bikes. It's a great place to drive to, park, and then take the kids and bikes for a zoom around the park.


After all this, I went home, blogged for an hour and then slept for 3 more. The kids managed to break the bed this morning whilst I was out riding, and I was too knackered to do anything about it, so I had my afternoon napped stretched sideways across the bed. Not recommended.

That takes me to just shy of 150km over 5 days, with 2 more days in this riding week to go. Will I make 200km? Will my legs collapse underneath me when I get out of bed in the morning, and I need a two day break? Stay tuned.

Roadworks fail

Just imagine this - the council comes along and lays a beautiful new layer of tar over what used to be a rough old bit of road that is your street. Just look at that bitumen - smoothe, flawless, beautiful bit of roadworks.


And then the gumby in number 47 forgets to move their car on the day the big machines come to do the work.


FAIL. EPIC FUCKING FAIL, you daft twat. Now, when your neighbours drive past, the sound and feeling of their wheels going "ka-dunk, ka-dunk" over the edges of that otherwise beautiful tarmac will remind them of what a flogging toad you are.

Riding through Lakewood

Stockland - where marketing overcomes reality.

Part III of my morning ride took me through the Lakewood development.

First, let us examine the signage erected long the roadsides. Each sign exhorts us to do a single thing - a good thing, or pushes a supposed facet of this development - "grow", "family", "safe".

Fuck me, did Kim Il Jong come back to life and settle here as the Marketing Director?




All the sorts of things to warm the cockles of your heart.


Take a look at the fabulous "ooh-ah" in the background - some sort of tree sculpture I think. There was a forest of them at the entrance. And may I just say to any first time home buyer thinking of paying too much for a home here - read this first.


Check out this sign - why does it show a kid with a normal haircut, rather than a mullet, and with no ear piercings? Everyone knows that your average 2 year old bogan gets their ear pierced as soon as possible, and grows a mullet once their hair is long enough for one.


"Lakewood - the essence of family living". And check out the graffiti! Bwahahahahaha!! "Family living". Ha ha ha ha ha. EPIC FAIL.


And then we have another view of the entrance, from behind. I like the stand of trees on the left, and the little feature park that they have created here - but look at what the local louts have done to it. Dumped shopping trolley, vandalism everywhere, carton of empty VB stubbies just out of shot. Once again, EPIC FAIL.


And that, my friends, is Lakewood. On cool days, you can see the gorillas - I mean bogans - in the mist.

More Sunday morning riding

Here I am, on Old Prospect Road, facing Mount Doom in front of me. Well, maybe not Mount Doom, but that brown pimple in the middle of the photo is bigger and steeper than it looks from way back here. My aim this morning is to see how far up that hill I can get - last time, I was thwarted by fencing blocking the road. Today, I will improvise, adapt and overcome - if I can.


And here I am, as close to the top as I can get on two wheels. Way, way, way off in the distance, probably not visible in this photo (but I could see it with the naked eye) is the city, and the Centrepoint tower. I could just see Centrepoint sticking up out of the haze. Your typical real estate agent would describe that as "city views", even for those bogans living down there in the valley below.


The interesting thing about this development is that all the blocks in the lowlands were sold first. Up where I was standing, everything was still for sale. In my very limited experience of traipsing through developments like this, the uppermost blocks with the views usually go first, and the blocks down in the mosquito infested swamps go last.

My take on that is lazy bogans don't want to walk uphill when trudging back from the shops in their ugg boots, carrying a carton of smokes and a slab of VB.

And bugger me, it really was an uphill - the only time on the whole trip that I was down in low-low gear, standing up out of the saddle and really pushing hard on those pedals. It was deceptively and nastily steep. And thankfully short.

This is the highest point that I got to. This is the only bit of the hilltop with trees. I don't know what this area used to be, but lots of tree planting is underway to the left and right of this photo. The rest is clear as can be. I think this area is called Peats Ridge.


Let's look at how the bogans are living, shall we?

Here is an anonymous comment from Friday - I think it says it much better than I ever could:

Ten-year houses, these, built to minimum specification for cheapest price. Framing in walls is usually radiata pine 3x2.5 (inches in the old money) rather than 4x2 hardwood.

I have seen quite a number of these houses with whiteant (termite) infestation withing 2 years because the concrete slabs used as foundations don't have adequate underfloor chemical treatment or physical protection.

Most of these places were trade-ups for a couple of years while there were capital gains. Build and get out quickly.

In a few more years they will be very woolly, bad paint that will need to be stripped and redone, bad interior work, structural trouble. Basically demolition jobs in 20 years.

My house was built in 1919 and is still sound, though it has been given good tlc since 1975.




And for Kae:

Good lord! You sound like my brother.

Where's the eaves

is his catchcry!

My house has .9m eaves.

I don't mind the second place...

I'm in Queensland and you should see how few houses they build up here now with any eaves at all...
All airconditioned. I think many of them are off the plans for Melbourne homes, which have rooms in the middle of them and which have furnaces on the walls, not like Qld where it's hot most of the year.

Yes, where are the farking eaves?


Judging by the height of those weeds, I'd say someone might have run out of money.


Gah! Single thickness breeze block walls throughout! Is this the modern version of the tar paper shack?


Another field of weeds.


This time, we have single thickness solids. My parents house, which was built in the 1910's (can't remember exactly when) is triple-thickness solids in many areas. It's also built using old fashioned mortar, rather than cement, so every time there is an earthquake, the mortar "gives", so the place is not a mish-mash of cracks.


And that is it for Peat's Ridge.

I spotted the ultimate pair of residents while I was there.

Picture this:

  • Commodore from the late 1980's, faded red
  • Loud music emanating from it, but not that loud - obviously had a cheap, underpowered stereo
  • Male driver, blue singlet, fag in mouth
  • Pale female passenger, arm out window
But that arm...... the horror! Imagine taking the squidgy under-skin fat from say 1000 chickens, loosely stuffing that into a muslin bag and taping that to your triceps. It wobbled as the car hit some corrugations.

If my stomach wasn't growling with hunger, I would have thrown up.