With these brisk mornings, summer feels like a long way away at the moment. I certainly wouldn’t want to be sleeping out under the Chatham Road bridge, that’s for sure. This bottle of “Summer’s Eve feminine wash” was the only summery thing down the creek today, but a nice reminder that one day I will indeed be warm again. A question to all men: is there such a product as “masculine wash”? If so, I’ve never seen it.*
In these days of tweeting and crowd sourcing, I’m amazed at the longevity of the balloon as a promotional device. Balloons are like brightly coloured jelly: you can’t look at them and not feel happy. I didn’t quite get this balloon’s message at first. What was it promoting? Or is it a device to get people to blow so that their ears pop? Who would give these things out? Airline companies to little kids? If so, how did this one end up in the creek? Surely it didn’t float all the way from Williamtown? Answers please!
Another promotional icon that’s still got tons of oomph is the humble stubby holder. I was at a barbecue over in Tighes Hill yesterday to watch the Wallabies creep past Wales by a point, but the highlight was being handed a “Johnny Raper” stubby holder for my sparkling ale. It was a frayed old bit of neoprene that commemorated the league legend’s playing record with the Newtown Bluebags; not much to look at, but as a promotional device it had a much more powerful effect on me than, say, a Facebook page.
And, while sales of e-books have finally overtaken hardback book sales in the US, the birthday card still has more cache than the lame e-card. (BTW: yes, that is Old Mate in the background, off to get warmed up in the long grass by the railway line.)
I have to say that, from the lofty heights of the big five-oh, the big four-oh don’t seem so big. But happy birthday, Millsy, whoever you are. When you staggered home from the Sunnyside the other day, you not only lost your card but your Sunnyside beer voucher too. Shame!
The cold weather is a close friend of the Grim Reaper, and the creek’s been littered with early winter casualties: the young, the weak, the infirm. This juvenile flying fox fell from a fig tree in Richardson Park. He won’t be the last before the month’s out.
* I’m obviously going down the wrong supermarket aisles. A quick Google Images search came up with Intima Men and Peni Fresh, the latter a “Male hygienic HERBAL soap that keeps your private part clean and free from unpleasant odor due to bacteria”. Not yet available at the Franklins on Broadmeadow Road.