Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Chivalry. Or not.

A colleague of Prudence's has a penchant for undignified pursuits. She plays sport.

Inevitably this leads to tears. Last week it lead to a rolled ankle and associated bandages and bruising.

Said colleague, being young, thought after a couple of days the ankle was healed, and trotted off to work without her strapping.

Except that, while waiting in line for the bus, the ankle, having other ideas, collapsed. Leaving her in a puddle on the ground. Pained and embarrassed.

A man standing next to her moved to catch her, realised he couldn't stop her falling, and instead of assisting her to her feet, or even politely enquiring as to whether she required assistance, decided that the best course of action was to pretend the crumple hadn't occurred.

Prudence hopes the man's mother reads this and gives him a good clip on the ear for his callowness.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Right, Guv.

Prudence has just boarded a bus and been confronted by a man who is the spitting image of Mickey Webb from The Bill.

Most disconcerting.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

A veritable catastrophe

So, there he was, sitting in traffic, wearing a baseball cap to cover his bald patch, driving a Saab convertible, and listening to Friday on my mind.

Clearly advertising his midlife crisis.


Saturday, October 17, 2009

After a promising start...

Prince Frederik of Denmark is in Sydney for the Masters Games, and, by all accounts, not doing too well.

His sport is sailing, and he's had some, er, mishaps in competition.

After the first, quite Seuss-esque headline: Prince Fred bumps head, Prudence, seeing all sorts of comedic possibilities, was intrigued to see where the sub-editors at the ABC went with this.

Disappointingly, they went to: Prince Fred in the drink, again.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

One can't choose

A business associate of Prudence's is decidedly dishy.

Tall, wicked sense of humour, jet black hair morphing to an elegant silver and startlingly blue eyes.

So the question - and Prudence doesn't really care about the answer - is: is it wrong to have a crush on one's tax accountant?

Thursday, October 8, 2009

When nature triumphs over small-mindedness

Prudence happened to detour through Hyde Park on her way to work this morning. It was, as always, an oasis of peace and green in the concrete jungle.

There's a huge pine tree just north of the lakes, that sports a most amusing sign.

Beware: cones may fall from this tree without notice.

Prudence can just imagine the Town of Vincent council meeting during which a motion was proposed and passed that any trees planning on dropping cones and the like would be required to give notice - a minimum of seven days, and preferably in writing.

Then the consternation, tsk-ing and harrumphing that followed the trees' stout refusal to provide the requisite notice.

Then the next meeting - perhaps an extraordinary meeting called to deal with this issue specifically - during which it was decided, as an interim measure, that such a sign was the only way to deal with such insubordination.

Prudence can just imagine the wry smirk Don Watson would give such bureaucratic overkill.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Folly of acronyms

Depending on one's point of view, HRT can stand for

Holden Racing Team


Hormone Replacement Therapy.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

On reputations

Prudence and her beloved have heard ad nauseum ravings about a particular coffee house in West Perth.

So today, they went there.

And were unimpressed.

Bland coffee that wasn't hot enough and took a long time to arrive.

Resting on laurels, perhaps?

Monday, October 5, 2009

If you don't want it to hurt, don't go.

Prudence is, of course, dismayed at the two recent deaths along the iconic Kokoda Track.

But really, calls to make it safer?!

Safe is entirely not the point of Kokoda.

Can we please not nanny-state everything.

And, yes, Prudence knows nanny-state is not a verb.