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The Age
2 days ago
- The Age
Lismore pranksters were exhausting
Here's a plug from Daryl Jordan of Denistone: 'Double bungers (C8) and the like in letter boxes and amateur rockets were child's play compared with a potato plugged into the exhaust pipe of a bus. I vividly remember a galvanised iron fence around part of Oakes Oval in Lismore where buses were required to park rear to kerb. The 'dimples' in the fence were testament to the velocity at which the spuds were expelled on engine start. I don't know if any miscreants were injured, or caught, but the potential for injury was not insignificant. I'm sure it was, however, entertaining!' Mary Carde of Parrearra (Qld) admits that 'putting a cap on faux firearms has triggered thoughts of the bad old days when westerns were all the rage. I guess I've been flogging a dead horse, but I've spent nearly a lifetime wondering: if they could come up with Silver for the name of his horse, why in the dickens couldn't they come up with a name for the Lone Ranger?' Readers really are carving up the headstone discussion (C8), but few are on a par with Roger Harvey of Balgowlah who says 'My mum was an excellent golfer, even winning her club's championship in her 60s. We buried her in Berwick Cemetery's lawn section, and abided her instructions for just name, years and three words. REPLACE YOUR DIVOTS.' By far, the most arcane offering came from Ross Storey of Normanhurst who went for WAS NEVER TEMPTED TO RUN IN THE CITY TO SURF. 'Gail Grogan's headstone will read NEXT TIME I'M GETTING IT RIGHT,' notes Anne McCarthy of Marrickville. 'A minor change could make it NEXT TIME I'M GETTING MR RIGHT.' Andrew Taubman of Queens Park reports that 'With the venerable Vera coming to an end, I hear they're working on a prequel set during WWII, called Aloe Aloe.' There could be a good yarn in the case of the mystery chicken reported by Bob Selinger (C8). Kenneth Smith of Orange sees a true crime account in the offing: 'Who knows? It might win the Pullet Surprise.' Allan George of Macquarie (ACT) can help with George Manojlovic's rhyming 'problem with the duck' (C8) when he explains, 'He will be Jake, 'cos he's a drake.' However, Warren Menteith of Bali warns, 'Darryl and the Hey Hey crew are after you, George. Plucka is devastated you didn't acknowledge him.' No attachments, please.
Sydney Morning Herald
2 days ago
- Sydney Morning Herald
Lismore pranksters were exhausting
Here's a plug from Daryl Jordan of Denistone: 'Double bungers (C8) and the like in letter boxes and amateur rockets were child's play compared with a potato plugged into the exhaust pipe of a bus. I vividly remember a galvanised iron fence around part of Oakes Oval in Lismore where buses were required to park rear to kerb. The 'dimples' in the fence were testament to the velocity at which the spuds were expelled on engine start. I don't know if any miscreants were injured, or caught, but the potential for injury was not insignificant. I'm sure it was, however, entertaining!' Mary Carde of Parrearra (Qld) admits that 'putting a cap on faux firearms has triggered thoughts of the bad old days when westerns were all the rage. I guess I've been flogging a dead horse, but I've spent nearly a lifetime wondering: if they could come up with Silver for the name of his horse, why in the dickens couldn't they come up with a name for the Lone Ranger?' Readers really are carving up the headstone discussion (C8), but few are on a par with Roger Harvey of Balgowlah who says 'My mum was an excellent golfer, even winning her club's championship in her 60s. We buried her in Berwick Cemetery's lawn section, and abided her instructions for just name, years and three words. REPLACE YOUR DIVOTS.' By far, the most arcane offering came from Ross Storey of Normanhurst who went for WAS NEVER TEMPTED TO RUN IN THE CITY TO SURF. 'Gail Grogan's headstone will read NEXT TIME I'M GETTING IT RIGHT,' notes Anne McCarthy of Marrickville. 'A minor change could make it NEXT TIME I'M GETTING MR RIGHT.' Andrew Taubman of Queens Park reports that 'With the venerable Vera coming to an end, I hear they're working on a prequel set during WWII, called Aloe Aloe.' There could be a good yarn in the case of the mystery chicken reported by Bob Selinger (C8). Kenneth Smith of Orange sees a true crime account in the offing: 'Who knows? It might win the Pullet Surprise.' Allan George of Macquarie (ACT) can help with George Manojlovic's rhyming 'problem with the duck' (C8) when he explains, 'He will be Jake, 'cos he's a drake.' However, Warren Menteith of Bali warns, 'Darryl and the Hey Hey crew are after you, George. Plucka is devastated you didn't acknowledge him.' No attachments, please.
Time of India
24-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Time of India
Netflix's Sirens season 1 finale explained: Simone's shocking rise and the cThat divides her family
Netflix 's psychological drama Sirens closes its first season with a finale packed with betrayal, transformation, and a final choice that leaves viewers questioning Simone's moral compass and future. The climax follows Ethan's mysterious fall from a cliff, after which he makes a surreal accusation: Simone pushed him—and may even have wings. This bizarre claim plants seeds of doubt, fueling tensions already simmering beneath the surface. Things spiral quickly after Kiki (Julianne Moore) uncovers photos of Simone (Milly Alcock) kissing her husband, Peter (Kevin Bacon). The betrayal prompts Kiki to fire Simone without hesitation. 'You are my best friend, and now you're a threat to my marriage,' Kiki tells her. 'You've put everything I built at risk. So now, you have to go.' by Taboola by Taboola Sponsored Links Sponsored Links Promoted Links Promoted Links You May Like 45 Amazing Photos That Were Never Meant to Be This Funny Click Here In the midst of the chaos, revelations emerge about Jocelyn Kell, Peter's first wife. Far from being dead, she is alive but secluded in Washington state, having retreated from public life after botched plastic surgery. 'Half her face is dead flesh,' Kiki reveals, 'and she's blind in one eye.' Peter's breaking point with Michaela leads to a blunt confrontation about their failed marriage and her manipulative grip over his personal life. She responds coldly: 'Don't be the fool that f-cks the assistant.' Live Events As the dust settles, Simone emerges at the top—now romantically linked to Peter and named head of the Folger Wildlife Preservation Society. From caregiver to power player, Simone's transformation is complete. Showrunner Kit Steinkellner commented on the ambiguity of Simone's arc: 'One of the reasons it was so thrilling to write Simone is that I wanted the audience to either love or hate what she chooses in the end.' The final moments on the ferry show a moment of reflection between Devon and Kiki. Kiki admits that the mysterious 'Hey Hey' was nothing more than her invention—one others simply followed. Meanwhile, Simone is last seen at the mansion, fully immersed in a new life of wealth, influence, and moral ambiguity. The finale leaves one question hanging: Did Simone truly rise, or did she simply become another version of the system she once served?
The Independent
07-03-2025
- Entertainment
- The Independent
Neil Young risks trying our patience on ‘Oceanside Countryside'
For greying Gen X indie kids like me, slipping back into 1970s Neil Young records feels like stretching our arms into the sleeves of our old checked shirts. As the Godfather of Grunge, his raw, plaintive, ornery spirit underpinned the Nineties indie scene and any party that ended with guitars out likely included singalongs of 'Only Love Can Break Your Heart' (covered by St Etienne in 1990) or 'Hey Hey, My My'. Equal parts sensitive acoustic strummer and snarling electric cynic, he was the elder statesman who allowed us to indulge our hippie dreams and sneer at them. But has this latest collection of Young's 'lost' recordings been released to indulge fans, or to sneer at us? In the wake of his self-important shilly-shallying over appearing at this year's Glastonbury Festival (at last check, he's coming) it seems greedy to drop an album containing no new songs. Versions of these 10 tunes have already come out in the relentless flood of confusing, multi-format material that flows from Young's archives (they have appeared on Rust Never Sleeps, Hawks and Doves, Comes a Time, Live At Massey Hall 1971 and Archives Vol III). Online fan forums are filling up with annoyed collectors admitting that 'Neil's really trying my patience with this one'. For the more casual listener, the backstory is that these lovely country rock songs were all recorded in 1977 and intended to be released as a complete album, ahead of 1978's Comes a Time. The first five songs were recorded in Florida, with Young playing most of the instruments, and the next five were created in Nashville with a full band. Younger fans looking for a primer ahead of Glastonbury could do worse than download it and kick back to the classic, mandolin-flecked yearning of 'Sail Away' and 'Goin' Back'. The song 'Pocahontas', which has appeared on three previous albums in various forms, places a slightly more urgent strumming higher up in the mix, intensifying Young's tale of Native Americans fleeing European colonisers who 'killed us in our teepee, cut our women down'. One of the USPs of this release is that these are all original 1977 mixes, making it maddeningly essential for completists. Maybe you can hear the crackles of the late 20th century if you strain for them? There is a bristle of metal treble in the guitars. Young sounds like he's standing farther back from the mic – like a man outdoors, gazing up at the aurora borealis which he hymns with his creaky old barn door hinge of a voice. The lesser-known track 'The Old Homestead' (which first appeared on Hawks and Doves) finds the spooky theremin wafting to icy prominence as Young brings a rasp to his campfire ghost story of a naked horse rider galloping away from the shifting menace of the FBI and prehistoric birds. 'It Might Have Been' is a full band number. It's a mellow toe-tapper that leans warmly into the country vibe: frayed fiddle lurching tipsy heartache over 4/4 guitar chords, with drums rattling like shot glasses on a tin tray. You can almost taste the chewed straw in your mouth. Lyrically it mines Young's regular themes of regret and yearning: dreams slipping through his hands. 'It's not too late to set things straight,' he sings. 'Let's never say 'it might have been'.' Young increasingly feels like an artist determined to monetise every last syllable of recorded music in his vaults. Oceanside Countryside will be released in both clear and black vinyl versions, which feels hypocritical coming from a man who's soap-boxed all his life about environmental destruction and corporate greed. Ethical issues aside, I know I'll tune in to watch Young's Glastonbury set this summer. I'll pull on an old shirt and, I suspect, forgive him for all this nonsense. At least until he tries to sell us his Live at Glastonbury 2025! album.
