Wednesday 16 October 2024

More Grand Pooh-Bahs, Their Modes of Stealth and Total Obscurity, Their Ineptititude and Lots of Sweet Little Lies...

This morning, I developed an extreme case of the irrits. Those of you who know me well would be aware that before 10am is not considered kosher. Imagine my horror when my phone startled me out of a sound sleep at eight o'clock. Particularly as I had broken my bedtime cup of tea all over the floor and was not inclined to face the carnage of porcelain and cold sticky tea that early in the day.

Refusing to respond to a call at the crack of dawn, I returned to slumber, only to be awoken a second time at 10.20am. Succumbing to the reality of Getting Up, I retired to the loo to check for phone calls, messages and emails. I was not impressed to receive a message from a bloke in Melbourne named Jerwin, employed by ANZ who was pestering me for information.

Now Jerwin had also sent the message whilst driving what sounded like a fairly revved up sports car. Probably electric. We drive a 2017 Diesel Holden Colorado, so I was immediately on the back foot. Jerwin was an ANZ operative who was part of the infamous KYC (Know Your Customer) team who harassed us for three months last year, without revealing the information they really wanted. I had responded to Jerwin's email on 7 October providing the information (again) and had not even received an acknowledgement.

Are these people stupid or do they just not give a shit?!

As a result, I spent thirty minutes on hold, waiting for a Senior representative to respond to my most aggrieved communication. Nobody confirmed that Jerwin had received my email providing the answers to their enquiry. Nobody apologised for taking up close to an hour of my valuable time asking for information they had already received. Nobody assured me that I would not be harassed by the KYC team in the future.

Give me strength.

Then there is the ongoing saga between Alex and I and that horrendous organisation, the National Disability Insurance Agency (NDIA). This entity really is the epitome of the Department of Stealth and Total Obscurity. Their jargon is indecipherable, their rules and regulations a mystery and their purpose appears to favour the myriad of middle managers, rather than the participants themselves. The Grand Plan to make the lives of people with disabilities simpler would be laughable if it wasn't so out of reach.

Alex has Autism and an Acquired Brain Injury (ABI) as a result of cardiac surgery or its aftermath. He also has a number of related conditions including very slow processing, right sided muscle weakness, scoliosis, repeated foot fractures, asthma, underlying pseudomonas and a complex congenital heart defect named Tricuspid Atresia. This means Alex has three heart chambers instead of four and three heart valves instead of four.  We understand that Tricuspid Atresia is a medical condition not covered by the NDIA. 

However, the NDIA has decided not to add Alex's diagnosis of ABI to his profile as "he is not disabled enough by this condition"! I beg to differ and we have produced mountains of reports and recommendations to support registering his ABI to his NDIA profile. And still, the NDIA refuse.

As a result, we are fed up. Instead we will apply to the AAT (Australian Administrative Appeals) to have Alex's ABI added to his profile. Why have the NDIA refused our request? Because Alex would probably be entitled to additional funding for Occupational Therapy, Speech Therapy and Physiotherapy. The NDIA would rather fund a multitude of agencies controlling services to people with disabilities rather than to their clients directly. This is a disgrace.

As an aside, I was really annoyed by the media coverage of the Prime Minister's new residence. This is lazy journalism. If the news organisations really cared about the homeless, the disabled and the vulnerable, then the NDIA and Centrelink would be front and centre. All too easy to attack a tokenistic target and ignore the real victims of floundering social security systems - Centrelink and the NDIA.

And now, I come to those stuffed shirts, those fearless leaders, those self important would-be politicians honing their skills in local government. Their blatant political ramblings, when they should remain impartial, just does my head in. Crying poor due to state government (Labor) requirements, whilst crowing the achievements of a Beverley trio sent interstate to attend a airshow and speak to the organisers (where is the report, the budget and the recommendations?) sniffs of bias. What a crock. 

I have been inquiring about the reticulation, care of the Vincent Street gardens and removal of rubbish for several months. I was assured that there is a gardening and rubbish removal programme in place, followed by the admission that there was no strategic plan in place for the Vincent Street gardens, in spite of a large outlay of capital to complete the redevelopment.

Finally, three months after the Shire promised a replant and mulching, whilst denying my observations of dying street trees and bushes, they have employed a full-time worker to fix the broken reticulation, undertake a mass replanting and return the main street to the beauty after the initial revitalisation two years ago. In late spring, this action is a little late and will involve careful management, including reliable reticulation of the new plantings on a daily basis.

Why do all these people deny or deflect? What is the point of lying to participants, to ratepayers, to constituents when the truth inevitably comes out? Because the mainstream media do not care; they are after the quick buck, the fast headline, the article that has not been fact checked so they can produce a story for the deadline.

Where is the integrity?

 
A Grand Pooh-Bah of old...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

 
 
 
 
Beverley at dusk - October 2024
 
A fearless leader?
 

 
Or is this a fearless leader?

 
 
 



 
 
 
Which always are found out...
 
 
 
 

And many thanks from Vivian for his profound turn of phrase.

 

 
 

 

 

 


 



Tuesday 15 October 2024

Huzzah! The Beverley Heroic Rides Again!

Back in the time of the dinosaurs, there was a bicycle race called the Beverley. Considered the hardest road race of its time, the Beverley was ridden entirely on gravel and was 116 miles(!) in length. The first Beverley - Perth race was run on 25 September 1897 with fourteen participants. the last in 1999...

Except, that wasn't the end of the story. In 2014, fifteen years after the last trophies had been awarded for the official "Beverley', a trio of bicycle nuts - Phil, Rob and Toby - decided to resurrect the event into a weekend devoted to the love of the bicycle. Over a series of years from October 2014, the Beverley Heroic grew into a marvellous occasion of bike rides, cyclocross, a movie night, a town ride, a display of vintage bicycles and exceedingly serious prizes - ranging from "best hair" to "best moustache"  to "best outfit". Riders matched their gear to their bicycles. A particularly memorable bunch were the Fat Bastards - an eating group with a bicycle problem.

Unfortunately, COVID 19 began the decline of this reincarnation of the Great Race. Insurance and traffic management costs proved to be A Bridge Too Far and the Beverley Heroic seemed destined to go the way of many other classic races.

Except, that wasn't the end of the story (again). Raising their collective middle finger at the formality of new rules and regulations, riders returned to Beverley to keep the spirit of the Heroic alive. 

Last Sunday, I attended the briefing and the start of the latest race. The riders were reminded there were no signs, no safety vehicles, no help and to please not fall over on the railway crossing! What they lacked in numbers, they made up with enthusiasm, joy and to celebrate the ride - by riding it.

Given the history, the recognition and the achievement of the Beverley - Perth race and its offspring, the Beverley Heroic, I believe the time has come for powers that be, public or corporate, to fund this marvellous weekend once more. The demise of the official "Beverley Heroic" was a tragedy and a financial burden that nearly broke Toby Hodgson's heart.

Considering that the 2016 winner was Beijing Olympian Cameron Meyer, Beverley could claim to be the "nursery" of future champion bicyclists. Who knows - the Beverley Heroic could produce a future Brisbane Olympian of 2032.

Let's all lobby for the Beverley Heroic to be reinstated as an important Western Australian weekend on the bicycling calendar.

 
The morning was a tad nippy...

 
Local Amanda with a heroic newbie...

 
Love the pose!

 
Geoff acting as unofficial security detail!

 
Awaiting the briefing...

 
Good morning!

 
The Briefing by Rob...

 
Seeing double...

 
Still the Briefing...

 

 
 


 
Ready...

 
James Taylor was late!

 
Steady!

 
GO!

 
Whose leg is that?

 
And they're off...

 
And racing!

 
Typical. Three blokes bringing up the rear. At least they knew the route!


Wednesday 9 October 2024

Happiness Is...

What is happiness?

This week has been rather topsy-turvy. Who remembers those memorable lyrics of Gerry Rafferty -"...clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you". I know I live in a veritable circus, but sometimes I just want to run away from the craziness!

Last week, we journeyed to the Big Smoke, primarily for my Comprehensive Lung Function Test, to ascertain the efficiency (or otherwise as it turned out...) of air transfer in the tiniest of blood vessels within my lungs. As I have previously commented, Small Airways Disease should be renamed "Bloody Annoying and Most Inconvenient Airways Disease". In early November, I shall complete the current round of testing with a Stress Echocardiogram. I didn't know they could get stressed, but there you are...Following that, we shall then visit our Respiratory Oracle, to hear the Latest Results. Oh. happy days....

As an antidote to all this unpleasantness, we then spent two glorious nights immersed by toddler and pre-schooler chaos, laughter, tears, meals, teddies, dolls, books, television, blocks and a sea of toys (some with sharpish edges) to navigate across Cal and Bron's family room. Now, that is a family room with a capital "F"!

We began by introducing our two divine granddaughters to Dingle-Dangle, a knitted farmer scarecrow that was bigger than 18 month old Violet. Dingle-Dangle was immediately absorbed into the family, though finding him once face down in the hallway was a little too close to an episode of CSI.

We went on an extended family outing to Yanchep National Park, with Immy and Cal engaging in Nature Play, whilst Bron and Violet inspected the duck families on the beautiful expanses of lawn. We nearly collapsed with laughter as Violet chased the ducks on her rickety little legs, shouting "RAAAH" in their general direction. Believe me, the ducks were in absolutely no peril. 

We spotted the koalas snoring their rocks off in their enclosure. We walked around the lovely grounds next to the lake. Immy practised her gymnastic skills with her litter sister endeavouring to copy her with Daddy's able assistance. Michael and I reminisced about our visits in the past, noting with some sadness, the individual rowboat jetties now high and dry. Immy collected some new flora specimens for her outdoor kitchen. 

The following morning, Violet demonstrated her fine motor skills by undoing the zip of Immy's nature bag, finding a largish seed, which was then expertly removed from her mouth...

Cal and Michael enjoyed some Bloke Time, digging out a pesky Yucca that was beginning to crack a limestone garden bed. Immy shouted encouragement out her bedroom window when she should have been having her afternoon rest. The boys followed this activity with a trip to Bunnings Warehouse (known as "Hammerbarn the world over, thanks to Bluey), surely the most bonding outing a couple of males can have. They returned to the house triumphant with several purchases.

I read to Immy, sang to Violet and was thrilled to be allowed into their world of imaginative play. We had long chats with both Cal and Bron, watched Cal's latest choices in movies for us, devoured a gourmet breakfast feast, drank copious amounts of tea, coffee and vino, enjoyed a fantastic Cal-cooked lasagne and finished with a brilliant Asian takeaway dinner. 

Ragnar, the resident psycho Ragdoll cat, generously allowed Michael to stroke him periodically, whilst Violet had to be rescued repeatedly due to her efforts to make friends with the evil feline. 

We whispered during naptime and witnessed Immy's joy when she emerged in the mid-afternoon to discover we were still there. Violet warmed to us again, surprisingly rapidly, and by the time we left, she was blowing kisses and giving us high fives.

We had been planning a trip to the zoo, but the weather forecast canned that outing to another day. Were we upset? Not a chance. We were having far too much fun to notice any possible regret. What a privilege to savour for forty-eight sensational hours. Cal and Bron leave us speechless with their amazing parenting skills and their little girls are testament to their abilities.

Just writing about being with them has brought a smile to my face and banished the recent trials.

Now that is happiness!

 
Yucca extermination... 

 
On the boardwalk at Yanchep National Park...
 
 
Bron taking a photo of me whilst I was taking a picture of her!
 
 
Grandpa Michael

 
Nanny Kate

 
In hot pursuit...


 Just sitting for a bit...

 
Off again...
 
 
Exploring the gardens...
 

 Now this is an example of the best Daddy I know...

 
Violet's excellent use of her fine motor skills!


And my favourite pre-schooler, Miss Immy.