Published on Aug 9, 2012

1920s vintage Dodge Brothers sedan drives down muddy roads and across muddy fields to get to the gushing oil well.

For some strange reason the car has “Oil Field Dodge” painted on the side.

This may be a company promotional video but it does not make driving look like any fun.

The music is a stock YouTube number by Dave Hartley called New Walk.

 

A STREET CAT NAMED BOB

Englishman James Bowen had an unsettled upbringing. While in school, he was sniffing glue and eventually was diagnosed with ADHD, schizophrenia and manic depression.After living in Australia for a while, he returned to England  in 1997. 
He was 18 years old and when living with his half-sister didn’t work out, he began a life of either living on the street or in shelters. James’ life revolved around his heroin addiction and busking on the streets of London.
 In early 2007, James tried to drag himself up by enrolling in a Methadone programme. He was living in sheltered accommodation and one day returned home to find a ginger tom cat in his building.
Figuring it belonged to one of the other residents, he didn’t pay too much attention. The next day, the cat was still there. James asked around and found no answers as to the animal’s ownership.
On closer inspection, he discovered a wound on the cat’s leg and decided to take it to the vet and get it treated. And so James adopted the cat, who he named Bob.
Since then, Bob has led James into a public life. Together they have become celebrities.
It began when Bob started following James everywhere. He joined James busking on the street and James’ income rapidly increased.
He began to attract more and more attention. Tourists would visit his spot just to see the cat, who was happy to dress up and sit still.
They went everywhere together…on foot…
And on public transport.
You Tube videos appeared and newspapers got hold of the story. This led to a publishing agreement and James started writing about his experiences with Bob on the streets of London. Apart from “A Street Cat Named Bob” and “The World According To Bob”,
A number of books for children have also been written. Sold worldwide, James’s life has improved.
Together they have become celebrities.
And their teamwork is certainly causing a stir.
The books have been translated into numerous languages. More than a million have been sold.
There’s also news that a movie will be made about the two of them.
Still living in London, James still loves busking and a healthy looking Bob goes too, efficiently taking care of the publicity.
 

GOO’BYE GRAN’DAD

For Non-Australians……

Dunny = Toilet, Lavatory

Redback = poisonous spider

Straight-througher = deep hole

 

Poor old Gran’Dad’s passed away, cut off in his prime,
He never had a day off crook – gone before his time,
We found him in the dunny, collapsed there on the seat,
A startled look upon his face, his trousers around his feet.
The doctor said his heart was good – fit as any trout,

The Constable had ta have his say, ‘foul play’ was not ruled out.

There were theories at the inquest of snakebite with no trace,
Of redbacks quietly creeping and death from outer space!
No-one had a clue at all, the Judge was in some doubt,
When Dad was called to have his say as to how it came about,

‘I reckon I can clear it up,’ said Dad with trembling breath,
‘You see it’s quite a story – but it could explain his death!’
‘This ‘ere ‘exploration mob’ had been lookin’ at our soil,
And they reckoned that our farm was just the place for oil,
So they came and put a bore down and said they’d make some trials,
They drilled a hole as deep as hell, they said about three miles!

Well, they never found a trace of oil and off they went, post haste,
And I couldn’t see a straight-throughér like that go to flamin’ waste,
So I moved the dunny over it – real smart move I thought,
I’d never have to dig again – and never be ‘caught short’.
The day I moved the dunny, it looked a proper sight,
But I didn’t dream poor Gran’Dad would pass away that night!

Now I reckon what has happened – poor Gran’Dad didn’t know
The dunny was re-located, when that night he had to go.
And you’ll probably be wondering how poor Gran’Dad did his dash?
Well, he always used to hold his breath……..

Until he heard the splash!!