I understand George St Sydney is about to be ripped up for "light rail".
When I was a kid George St Had "light rail", only it was called "trams". Am I the only one alive who remembers trams?
I used to catch one from Mosman into the city to go to school. They ran everywhere in those days: from the city to the eastern suburbs; from the city to the north shore, as far as The Spit, Taronga Zoo, Chatswood.
Geez we're getting modern having "light rail" put in.

PS I specially remember with affection what was known as "the toast rack", a version which was open on both sides with a running board right along the length - ideal for fare evasion.

what about cheese that had the rind still on it???... and would not be caught dead being wrapped in plastic...

we have sadly lost our sense of taste..

if we hadnt we wouldnt buy the stuff they put on the shelves today...

My aunt's father used to be one of the bosses at Robertson Cheese, and
we got to go for more than one tour of the factory as kids.

And it's still my favourite cheese, even tho you can't get it any more.

Nothing else has come close (although Bega's 'Old Bitey' isn't too bad).

Kat wrote on May 21^st, 2015 at 8:42pm:


Slip down to the Bega cheese factory - they've got a display of historical machinery and stuff - and you can get tastes of all the cheeses.... kids come in for lunch... nobody minds...

Tuppeny Bungers - they just don't make kid's weapons like that any more!!  Fit neatly into the mouth of a milk bottle, making a great grenade... and those vicious bull ants, the real bitey ones, had no chance of getting past one of those....

The old bloke across the road had a horse that he rode to town... I think he'd been in the Light Horse or something....

At night, regular as clockwork around 11pm you could hear a coal train making its way up the slope heavily laden..... CHOOF........CHOOOF.....CHOOF......CHOOOOF......then it would reach the top and gasp in relief and go.. choof..ke.. choof....ke..choof...ke....  choof..choof choof choof...  We used to put pennies on the rails and sometime hop a ride.... during the afternoons we wagged school...

Kat wrote on May 21^st, 2015 at 8:42pm:


Ah yes Robertson cheese. I liked that too.
The old cheese factory has had a number of reincarnations since those days.

Don't want to know what the rapacious Woolies is flogging now Herb . . interested in what once was.

Do you want to get me started on a rant about Woolies/Wesfarmers/RioTinto/BHP et al?

issuevoter wrote on May 21^st, 2015 at 9:19pm:


Well, there went my travel plans.

bogarde73 wrote on May 22^nd, 2015 at 11:21am:


Correct.

Keep well away from South West Sydney if you don't want to wear a Hijab or a burqa.

And for gawd sake don't catch taxis with little brown men driving them. The last one I caught had an Iranian 'refugee' to Australia who was pissed off and Mad as Hell that the US and the West in general didn't want Iran to become nuclear warhead delivery-capable.

I kid you not.

And be VERY careful who you drink with. Rape-drugs being slipped into your drink has enjoyed a vogue in Sydney Town in recent years.

And (again, I kid you not) - be careful of getting AIDs from Negroes. There have been a few in court for this reason over the past few years. The immigration health checkup people have openly admitted they've only been able to do a thorough health-check on 1 in every 9 refugees coming over from east Africa.

And another thing ... Your American accent will stir up certain animosities in the huge Leftwing luvvie brigade in Australia. Be ready to hear that America is the root cause of everything that's evil and bad in this world.

Have you thought of going to Canada instead? 

Marla wrote on May 22^nd, 2015 at 11:15am:


Come to Brisbane, Margot, we're all squeaky clean up here...

And what about when cars were distinctive? You could tell the make & model of a car straight away because a lot of actual craftsmanship went into them.

So many cars now are virtual copies of each other with a different badge.

Crackers and fireworks - i miss crackers 

bogarde73 wrote on May 22^nd, 2015 at 2:01pm:


Yeah, but the warranties are better on contemporary vehicles and they are getting longer all the time.

It's a boring generic world nowadays. ...how very.

That's what you morons get for believing in the equality of everything. You get what you deserve. Now get back to work huh. 

My apologies for forgetting the cake the other day Dame Pansi but Ted was a real handful if you know what i mean.

Here's a memory that will get the fairer sex going (maybe not as much as being tied up and spanked, but . .)

Housewives (cringe) all putting their washing out on Monday because that was the day you did the washing.

(Germaine Greer and her lot sure spoiled a lot of worthy customs lol)

Marla wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 12:31am:


Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course ... 

Marla wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 12:31am:


New York ... speaking of which, I must confess to my previous ignorance. It was only due to all the news footage from the streets of New York upon the tragedy of the Twin Towers that I realised the vast majority of people living in New York are little brown ethnic minorities with only the rare and occasional white-faced Caucasian scuttling furtively and guiltily amongst the immigrant crowds.

Not that there's anything ....

You people really did give the country away, didn't you? Have you learnt/learned to speak Spanish yet? Better hurry before you get marginalised and isolated by not knowing the language. Perhaps evening classes?

Marla wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 12:31am:


Congratulations. Sincerely.

Marla wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 12:31am:


I take it you're out of the closet by now? Do your parents know? Have your neighbours complained about the noise? It's done in the basement where the iron-rings are set into the concrete wall?

Marla wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 12:31am:


They do? Interesting. In England it's Oxbridge where the 'correct' King's English is spoken. The la-di-da accent is peculiar to the area - so I've heard. In Holland it's Haarlem where they speak proper, and in Germany it's Heidelberg.

I would never have guessed it's Boulder, Colorado in the US of A. I thought it was Boston - or thereabouts.

Marla wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 12:31am:
 

My condolences. Political Correctness is the Work of the Devil. The Socialists will not rest until every child in the English-speaking Western World is utterly convinced that their forebears were the Spawn of the Devil and every bit as guilty and wicked as Hitler and his extermination camps.

Marla wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 12:31am:


When I was deciding where to go as a migrant from Britain I received a message from my father in Hong Kong to go to Canada. He'd been to both Canada and Australia in years gone by.

I opted for Australia rather than risk being killed by a Grizzly bear on the streets of Toronto ...

bogarde73 wrote on May 23^rd, 2015 at 11:13am:



I was living in a bed sitter in London and the old dear from across the way knocked on the door and said "what day do you have your bath because I have mine on Monday and wash the sheets in the tub if they need it. Until then I thought it was an urban myth about the pommies having a bath once a week, can't say I blame them though, it was very very cold.