WAPAKONETA: "That dropped syllable will one day be found in the moondust," PLInkletter predicts, "but it didn't faze 450million transfixed listeners."

Be all that as it may, meanwhile:

'In other news…'

05^th August 2010

Thursday: It was touch and go, and if I could have fallen back asleep, after my alarm rudely interrupted a badly needed sleep from going anywhere near the proper distance, I would have skipped my tentative plan to contact Bob's crew to see if he wanted to go swimming in lieu of yesterday's cancellation by me.

But I couldn't, so after phoning Bob's minders, I dragged myself together and got myself over to Guildford at the absurdly early time of half three in the afternoon. We went for a riverside walk from Ray Marshall Park to the Midland Brick boundary of Reg Bond Park, in idyllic conditions hovering close to rain but not quite managing the heavenly tears, before arriving at a not busy Swan Aquatic. By the way, don't tell anyone how superb a walk the riverside is between Woodbridge and Viveash twixt the two parks just mentioned, lest millions descend there and churn it into dust. (This weekend the Avon Descenters will be spluttering along there in the trickle that is the Swan this winter.)

And so I suffered headache sans white comforters, and when I finally got home after 8 p.m. I ate and was so tired I couldn't drag myself up from the Player recliner to get myself a badly needed handful of white comforters to dull the pain. And so I watched Aunty in somewhat of a daze, in and out of a fraught sleep, and without gorgeous Cadbury on my lap, for she was outside learning that she mustn't turn her nose up at her wholly mackerell meal as a ploy to get her preferred buscuits. Left to the little devil-cherub's own devices, she'd exclusively eat cat biscuits.

Lateline: The (Tony) SilverToes aka Tojo (Jones) Assay: Looking magnificently turned out as he always does, Tony Jones interviewed Mark Aarons tonight, also an image of sartorial splendour (though subdued), about the machinations of the NSW Labor right faction, who dispatched former Prime Minister Kevin Rudd with ruthless efficiency recently.

Our Tony Jones doing Aunty proud by looking superb as usual…

My favourite line from this interview is Mark Aarons' 'toga-wearing assassins' in reference to the lads who arranged Kevin Rudd's knifing.

Mark Aarons has a cultured voice; listen to tonight's interview for proof

Congratulations to the LATELINE BUSINESS team for the zing and punch now permeating the whole production, and my how WOWING Ticky Fullerton, the anchor, is looking after the makeover the revamped show has applied! The males (of red-blood) who work at the Ultimo studios must be battling to concentrate on their duties with all these gorgeous women around.

Ticky Fullerton's new hair style is hitting the mark

I rallied in the wee small hours of the night, and did some comment postings here and there to blogs. I found a heart rending blog documenting the loss by a couple, Audra and Michael from Ridgewood New Jersey, of their infant daughter to cancer, little Sylvie Hughes, and for whom Chantal Kreviazuk wrote 'Princess Sylvie'. You can read about their ordeal here.

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