Supporting Your Neighbours

After heavy rainfall, and prolonged drought, some of the old sixties flats have dilemnas. I live in a basin of stormwater drainage, called a river basin. It's an an old quarry so visual environmental scars are blatant, but the longterm environmental effects are being shown here - stormwater and erosion.
The Aloha Flats are stopping their neighbours from collapsing.


All may work out spiffy, but I am concerned about the structure of the building...
Hairline fractures are occuring within the bricks. If anyone has played with LEGGO, then you know that these are faulty bricks.
Who do I contact?

Aerial Marrickville

Here's a great photo of South Marrickville posted on Google Earth by maxim75. It's good to see the contours of the ground and you get a sense of how hilly Marrickville is before it falls to the Cooks River. The blob in the middle is the Borgia Centre with Illawarra Road disecting the foreground.

Pertinent Trivia

An appropriate title to blog after a hiatus of computer death, and daylight savings.

Computer death is self explanatory, but daylight savings needs clarifying.It's so much easier to blog when it is dark outside, and summer hours get me out and about.

Anyway, around one corner from home is an institution called The Marrickville Golf Club. On the first Friday of the month they have a trivia night. It is a gem of a timecapsule - a social time capsule where at least three generations of Marrickville culture get together to play Trivia. Sometimes it's four generations. This is in a setting of a 1960's bungalow in someones backyard - but the backyard is a golf course. Hang on, this is the real deal... a 1960's golf clubhouse on a golf course. Filled with folks whose names are on the tribute boards adorning the walls. An asterisk next to the name of Life Members, generally means deceased. This kind of night is keeping the sign writer at bay.

Friday's Trivia Night was a hoot... there was no trivia competition as such, as it was all Christmas trivia leading up to a dance party with Glen Miller as the starter. The usual trivia MC was too pissed. As the Oldies left, it degenerated into dancing and laughing. If you are missing any old 80's vinyl singles, the DJ has them.

Eventually, this conglomerate of society petered out into poofters, lesbians, grannies, grandads and Cary Street people. And a few of us ended up having nightcaps on my front veranda. Thank God (FSM) it was a Friday night.