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Monday, March 15, 2010
MOUNT CENIS: "I couldn't imagine a more boring activity, germane to turning one into a most uncivil engineer," P.L. Inkletter summarily drilled again.
Be all that as it may, meanwhile:
'In other news…'
Monday: Was it warm today? Well yes it was, but a damn sight better than Friday's roaster. I took Bob swimming again at Swan Aquatic, arriving considerably earlier than usual, but for a reason: so that I could join with Missus Inkletter and take out The Babies Ink&Peggletter to dinner for a celebration of her double graduation from UWA last week.
And so, spruced up to the 8s, we set off about seven p.m. , and got to Leederville half an hour later, and we had to park in the council's usuriously expensive car park near the end of Oxford Street, for the street itself was packed out. Being of exceptionally modest means, we could not afford the top end of town, settling for Siena 's upon Baby Inkletter's advice, and we ended up being so glad we did for this very rare type of outing for us.
The two and half hours we spent there were not only a treat due the conversation and fun banter we enjoyed with our darling daughter and her partner, but we supped on the tastiest Italian dishes imaginable, with the pasta sauces second to none, the pizza top quality, and the desserts rather wicked and delightful, all of us choosing varieties of gelati based creations. And to top it all off, the prices were very reasonable indeed.
We left there a little before ten, thanking the staff for their professional service and the tasty food, and we wrinklies joined The Babies nearby for a night time walk around the entire Lake Monger, and the fact that my darling wife made it with her foot drop and health problems was to her credit. We encountered several individuals and groups in the darkest section strangely enough, among the tunnelled overgrowth along the Mitchell Freeway side of the lake, some of whom looked like they might live in the lake during daylight hours. The temperature was balmy, and love was in the air, on the water with the nocturnal ornithological creatures, and on dry land with the Homo sapiens.
It was a special end to a special evening, and a lovely way to remember our daughter's quite outstanding achievement, all things considered, in earning her double degree, the ceremony for the awarding of which we attended last week.
I had recorded Lateline, and was able to watch it when we returned: The (Leigh) Sales Graph: Ms Sales had on a most entertaining and endearing guest, Professor Simon Schama, surely more camp that Gaddafi's tent!
Professor Schama was casually attired, and come to think of it, Ms Sales' attire was on the casual side as well, but as always she shone. They discussed the Obama Presidency for the majority of the interview, in a historical context. I have to admit that while much of the content of what they discussed was significant, I was spellbound by what appeared to be Graham Norton presenting a historian's analysis of the subject. You could turn the volume off and be spellbound by Professor Schama's gesticulations, his head movements, his elastic neck.
What was especially cute was the mimicking that began to occur by Ms Sales, whose own gesticulating when presenting her points and asking her questions began to increase in compass. Her questions were definitely informed, which made the payload for the thinking cohort of the audience high value, and gave the Professor ample opportunity to let his intellectual light shine. Few current affairs journalists put the hard yards into the research required to mine such guests to everyone's advantage as does Ms Sales.
Towards the end of their discussion, prompted by Ms Sales' suggestion that Professor Schama might be invited to write the history component of the new national curriculum if there is a change of government in Britain, the animated Professor became more alive, if that was possible, and the most charming exchanges occurred between them. Professor Schama asks Ms Sales if History is called 'Social Studies' here, and if you get the chance, watch the immediate next section of the vodcast at the ABC Lateline website, about 17 minutes and 40 seconds in, and see if you don't agree that Ms Sales' matchless smile comes not only from her mouth but also her eyes. Be sharp, for it's a grab about a mere two seconds long, but it will knock any red-blooded bull koala out of his gum tree.
All said and done, they clearly both thoroughly enjoyed themselves, with Ms Sales' legendary sparkling eyes and winning smile betraying her joy, and Professor Schama got to demonstrate his wit and wisdom most articulately, punctuated by his beaming countenance. Another treasured ABC current affairs interview now stored in my archive. Thank you Ms Sales, thank you Professor Schama, you gave us a treat and them some. And then there was their PRIVATE interview…
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