Did you notice what you paid for The
Sunday Mail this weekend? It’s just gone
from $2 to $2.50! This 25% hike comes
just weeks after the introduction of a paywall on
the paper’s website.
In this column, I will show you how to get
newspapers - and music - for free. I’m also going
to increase your chances of winning a prize at
your next school, club or church fundraiser! After
that introduction, just try skipping to the next
page! You know you can’t!
The Courier-Mail and The Sunday Mail have
introduced what News Corp Australia (the
former News Limited) calls a ‘metered digital
subscription’. You get a limited number of articles
for free, more if you register, but after that you
must pay. Even News Corp Australia’s Quest
suburban newspapers – free when delivered to
your door – are part of this ‘metered’ paywall
when viewed online.
Around the country, it’s a similar story.
And not just the Murdoch press. Fairfax’s
Sydney Morning Herald and The Age have just
introduced paywalls.
There’s a very good reason
for newspapers going down this path – with
fewer people paying for the physical newspaper,
and with revenue from the classifieds shifting to
various websites (real estate, cars, second-hand
goods, etc.), there is less money for journalists
and the quality of news is under threat.
Indeed, Jonathan Holmes used his final words
on Media Watch to suggest: “Whatever your
politics, or your preferences, start subscribing to
at least one media website. Pay just a little to keep
real journalism alive.”
But there is an alternative for
those who are steadfastly against
paying for news. All you need
is a Brisbane City Council
library card and you can
have unlimited free access to
over 2,000 newspapers and
magazines from around the
world.
Visit www.library.pressdisplay.com,
enter your card number and you’re away.
(Any resident of Queensland can join a Brisbane
City Council library – you don’t have to live in
Brisbane). You won’t get updates throughout
the day, as you would with online access, but for
someone who just wants to read the paper over
breakfast, it’s all you need.
Once you’re a member of a Brisbane City
Council library, there’s another online perk.
Every week, you can download three free songs.
Have that library card ready and click on www.
freegalmusic.com/users. Four library cards in
your house? That’s twelve free songs every week.
But wait, there’s more and this next tip comes
from a politician! You’re about to gain a huge
advantage next time you play Heads-and-Tails
at a fundraising event! Heads-and-Tails involves
someone tossing two coins and participants
guessing which way the coins will fall.
Everyone stands up to 'bet'. Hands on your
head for heads, hands on your backside for tails
and one hand on each (head and bum) means
you’re guessing one head and one tail. Anyone
who is incorrect is eliminated, then the coins are
tossed again, until there’s a winner.
At this year’s Graceville
State School trivia night,
we were on a table
with local state MP
Scott Emerson. Scott’s
obviously been studying
these games at the
myriad events he attends
so just before Heads-and-
Tails, he whispered to my
missus the secret that would
double her chances with every toss.
He explained there are four possible
combinations: Head-Head, Tail-Tail, Head-Tail
and Tail-Head. If you go for heads or tails, there’s
only a one-in-four chance you’ll be right. But if
you put one hand on your head and one on your
bum, you’ll have a two in four chance (you’re
covering both Head-Tail and Tail-Head)!
And that’s it.
Nikki did as Scott suggested and
won the prize – which happened to be a very
flash bottle of wine donated by the local federal
MP Graham Perrett. Now who would have
thought two politicians in a room could be so
useful? Bottoms-up!
Finally, Cheryl Stevenson’s email sums up
reaction to my column on John Murdoch and his
Happy Bus: “What a wonderful man! The world
needs more positive people like John”.
POST-SCRIPT by Doug Corner, Mount Ommaney
Hi Spencer, I have now found it via the following string:
1. Type elibcat.library.brisbane.qld.gov.au into your browser and hit ‘enter’. This should get you onto the eLibCat Library Catalogue page.
2. Click on ‘databases’ at the top of the eLibCat page. (Ignore the ‘log in to My eLibCat Account’ on the right hand side of the page).
3. O n the ‘databases’ page - click on ‘newspapers and journals’.
4. Under the ‘library press display’ heading, about halfway down the newspapers and journals page, click on ‘remote access. This should bring you to the library press display login page where you can type in your library bar code, using all the digits on the rear of your library card. Hit the ‘login’ tab and voila - enjoy! I’ll give the free songs a try when I next have a couple of hours to spare J Spencer, by the way, we love your bmag column!
Doug Corder, Mount Ommaney
LInk to 612 Breakfast page
If you're looking for 612 ABC Brisbane stories, you'll find them on the official 612 Breakfast page: http://www.tinyurl.com/612breakfast
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
July 9th 2013 - Brisbane's Happy Bus!
As you probably know, whenever the
President of the United States of America
is aboard a US Air Force plane, the official
call sign for that plane is Air Force One.
Well, whenever John Murdoch is behind the
wheel of a Brisbane City Council bus, it becomes
the Happy Bus!
There’s no special signage. No rainbow colourscheme.
Just a regular-looking driver and a busfull
of smiles!
On this particular day, the Happy Bus is the 444 from QPAC to Moggill. I’m sitting just a couple of rows from the front. It’s the perfect place to observe as people hop on. We pull into King George Square, the doors open, and it’s show-time: “Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! The Happy Bus welcomes you on board, how are you?”
It’s impossible to resist a smile. “Bring on those happy faces! This is the Happy Bus to Moggill!”
Half a dozen passengers join us at Toowong and there’s a greeting for every one of them: “On a beautiful day like today, how could you not be happy? Good afternoon, keep the happy smile on. That’s one terrific happy smile you have there!”
At Taringa, a woman hops off at the back and John calls out: “You look after yourself, till the next time you’re on the Happy Bus, enjoy the rest of your afternoon and keep that beautiful smile please, ba-bye!”
Seconds later, he opens the front door and three more join the club: “Welcome to the Happy Bus! There’s a happy smile, keep that with you please!”
I leave at Indooroopilly, completely touched by the experience. I catch a lot of buses and I always say g’day to the driver as I hop on. But John Murdoch really does take customer service to the next level.
Next day, I catch up with him at the Toowong bus depot. He tells me: “Being a talkative person, I was already welcoming people on the bus. More and more I told people to come on-board with a happy smile and they seemed to appreciate it. It just grew from there.
"I care about my passengers and this is a way for me to make their trip more enjoyable. When I finish my work and get back to the depot the feeling is ‘Hooley Dooley, what a day!’, but I enjoy being more involved with the passengers,” he says.
John tells me I’m not the first person to suggest special livery for the Happy Bus: “People have asked, ‘Can we have anything on the front of the bus so we know it’s the Happy Bus?’ The best I can suggest is we have a Mr Happy fridge magnet but every bus I drive is the Happy Bus, two different buses a day.”
After chatting for a while, John Murdoch opens up on why he’s so positive. He tells me he was involved in a head-on car crash on the Warrego Highway: “My heart stopped three times on the way to hospital. I wasn’t meant to survive. They wanted to turn the life support machine off. I woke up three weeks later with a new lease on life.
“When you have a near-death experience, you do see life differently. You only have one life. You might as well live it. It doesn’t matter if you’re happy or grumpy, you’ve only got the one.”
John proudly tells me that in his five years driving buses, he has received no fewer than 114 commendations from passengers. (Every time you ring Translink to report a positive bus experience, your comments are printed on a certificate which is then presented to the driver). “If I receive one, I receive one. If I don’t, I don’t. I just like going out there and having a happy and enjoyable trip and a safe one for everyone," John says.
By this stage, I’m soaking up the positivity. So I ask John for some final words of wisdom. “When you wake up in the morning, choose your attitude. It reflects what sort of day you’re going to have. Even if you do have some hiccoughs, they may happen, but if you say you’re going to have a good day and approach it as a good day, at the end of the day you will say ‘I had a good day’.”
On this particular day, the Happy Bus is the 444 from QPAC to Moggill. I’m sitting just a couple of rows from the front. It’s the perfect place to observe as people hop on. We pull into King George Square, the doors open, and it’s show-time: “Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! The Happy Bus welcomes you on board, how are you?”
It’s impossible to resist a smile. “Bring on those happy faces! This is the Happy Bus to Moggill!”
Half a dozen passengers join us at Toowong and there’s a greeting for every one of them: “On a beautiful day like today, how could you not be happy? Good afternoon, keep the happy smile on. That’s one terrific happy smile you have there!”
At Taringa, a woman hops off at the back and John calls out: “You look after yourself, till the next time you’re on the Happy Bus, enjoy the rest of your afternoon and keep that beautiful smile please, ba-bye!”
Seconds later, he opens the front door and three more join the club: “Welcome to the Happy Bus! There’s a happy smile, keep that with you please!”
I leave at Indooroopilly, completely touched by the experience. I catch a lot of buses and I always say g’day to the driver as I hop on. But John Murdoch really does take customer service to the next level.
Next day, I catch up with him at the Toowong bus depot. He tells me: “Being a talkative person, I was already welcoming people on the bus. More and more I told people to come on-board with a happy smile and they seemed to appreciate it. It just grew from there.
"I care about my passengers and this is a way for me to make their trip more enjoyable. When I finish my work and get back to the depot the feeling is ‘Hooley Dooley, what a day!’, but I enjoy being more involved with the passengers,” he says.
John tells me I’m not the first person to suggest special livery for the Happy Bus: “People have asked, ‘Can we have anything on the front of the bus so we know it’s the Happy Bus?’ The best I can suggest is we have a Mr Happy fridge magnet but every bus I drive is the Happy Bus, two different buses a day.”
After chatting for a while, John Murdoch opens up on why he’s so positive. He tells me he was involved in a head-on car crash on the Warrego Highway: “My heart stopped three times on the way to hospital. I wasn’t meant to survive. They wanted to turn the life support machine off. I woke up three weeks later with a new lease on life.
“When you have a near-death experience, you do see life differently. You only have one life. You might as well live it. It doesn’t matter if you’re happy or grumpy, you’ve only got the one.”
John proudly tells me that in his five years driving buses, he has received no fewer than 114 commendations from passengers. (Every time you ring Translink to report a positive bus experience, your comments are printed on a certificate which is then presented to the driver). “If I receive one, I receive one. If I don’t, I don’t. I just like going out there and having a happy and enjoyable trip and a safe one for everyone," John says.
By this stage, I’m soaking up the positivity. So I ask John for some final words of wisdom. “When you wake up in the morning, choose your attitude. It reflects what sort of day you’re going to have. Even if you do have some hiccoughs, they may happen, but if you say you’re going to have a good day and approach it as a good day, at the end of the day you will say ‘I had a good day’.”
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Brisbane puppeteer Brett Hansen talks about his new creation Troggg
Brett Hansen recently unleashed Troggg on the Brisbane entertainment scene. Expect to see Troggg popping up at parties (not just for children), weddings, comedy nights, on TV, and even hosting the odd film festival! Some of this conversation will make its way into a future bmag column.
Brett, where does your love
of puppets come from?
When I was just a baby, my parents would put Sesame Street
on in the mornings and I fell I love with it straight away. At the time the
Muppet Show was on TV as well. Sesame Street, Muppet Show, loved them. Became
aware of Jim Henson as a person and performer and really got interested in the
behind-the-scenes side of it from a very early age - while [Jim] was still
alive. Because I was so interested I would just be glued to the screen whenever
Sesame Street or the Muppets were on, and the movies as well. I loved the
movies.
My parents ended up buying me a couple of puppets to play
with, kids’ puppets. And I would sit there with puppets on my hands and just
mimic what I was watching. Mimic the lip-synch and the movements and the way
they walk and I was just mirror exactly what I was seeing on TV and I would
watch behind-the-scenes footage whenever they played it.
We had an old videotape of The Muppet Movie taped off
television, probably the night it premiered on TV and after the movie was a
special, behind the scenes of Jim Henson and the Muppets. And there was footage
of Sesame Street and Muppet Show characters and a sneak-preview glimpse of the
upcoming film, The Dark Crystal. And I was just intrigued. That’s when I sort
of learned about Jim Henson and that all of these characters were part of his
creation and they showed the puppeteers operating them. They showed the live
hand puppets and the rod puppets [and] yeah, I just loved it.
Why are you still so
interested that you’re now carving your own puppeteering career?
I always – even then [as a child] – thought that those
adults with those puppets looked like they were having such a good time. They
go to work and they stick their hands up puppets for a living, make good money
doing it. Why not have fun in your job?
At the same time,
Henson took it very seriously, didn’t he?
Yes certainly, it’s a puppetry style on its own. They were
always striving to make their puppets look more and more believable. As funny
as the Sesame St and Muppet Show characters looked, they were always doing new
things with television – with green screen, or with certain props that they
would use to dangle legs over to make it look like they were actually sitting
down. You could see their whole body. In the Muppet movies, they’d have Kermit
the Frog riding his bicycle!
They were always doing all sorts of weird and wonderful
things to make them seem real, right down to the point of Jim Henson in a cage
under water puppeteering Kermit from underneath the pond where he’s singing
Rainbow Connection. And in the second movie, Frank Oz is weighed down with
bricks in a swimming pool with Miss Piggy coming out and he’s got people giving
him air to breath every 30 seconds or something but he has to hold his breath
while he’s puppeteering!
They did all these crazy things to make their puppets as
realistic as possible. Filming them outdoors – no one had ever done that before
until Henson. No CGI. All real, which was always very impressive. And you could
occasionally see rods and you could see parts of the live hands puppets where
you could see where their hand would go up and say “Oh look, there’s an extra
bit down there, that must be where they stick their hand” and it was
interesting to see how it worked but they did a really good job of keeping that
illusion of realism.
Tell us about Troggg.
Who’s Troggg?
Troggg is a character who I designed, a blue monster who I
describe as an alien monster from the planet Crouton. I designed him towards
the end of 2012 and waited six months for him to arrive. I had him built
professionally by an ex-Jim Henson Muppet builder who used to work on Sesame
Street.
How do you do that?
Lots of emailing of designs?
Yes, that’s it. To-and-fro email conversation. I drew a
picture, sent him a sketch and he said “Can you give us a bit of an idea of the
textures that you would like?” So, because I really wanted that Muppet style,
my design but in a Muppet style, I sent him pictures of different fur textures
from other Muppets. Nose and eye and hair textures and I said these are the
sort of colours and textures that I’d be after for this drawing and he said
“Yes, I can do that”.
I wanted it to be a live hands puppet – one where I could
actually operate his hand. You can’t buy
those sorts of puppets. You can buy rod puppets – there are hundreds of those
available for the public to buy – but you just can’t buy live hands puppets. So
I figured I might as well go all out and have a special custom-made one of my
own design that I could use as the face of my business, my logo, the star of
all my shows. So that’s the story of Troggg.
And what are the
shows?
At this stage, I’ve been doing a few kids’ puppet shows, for
three and four year olds. But on my website, I’ve advertised to do MC gigs.
I’ve got Troggg MCing at corporate functions, wedding receptions, trivia
nights, comedy nights, impro comedy nights. He’s got an MC gig at a film festival
coming up in July so he’s going to stand there behind a lectern and welcome
everyone to the film festival and they’ll look up and see this puppet monster
hosting and it’ll be weird but that’ll be good.
Troggg’s TV debut was
meant to be on AGT but he arrived a week late?
He didn’t arrive on time. I had a stand-up comic act ready
for Troggg and I went to the Australia’s Got Talent audition – one week before
Troggg arrived, that was the day of the audition. So I had to go in with one of
my other [commercially-available] puppets and I gave them a photo of Troggg and
I said “just pretend that this is who it is”. It didn’t work out because it
didn’t have the impact that Troggg would have had so I might try again next
year.
But Troggg debuted on
TV a few weeks later?
Troggg was a guest sidekick on The Late Nite Show on Channel31, throwing out various comments and jokes here and there based on the topics
that came up. And I was quite happy with how it worked out. Got a few laughs
and had a few tweets saying “Wow, Troggg’s cool”. I think he felt at home on
television, under the lights with his crazy blue fur.
Only for very brief moments was it comfortable! I had to
shuffle around quite a bit cause my feet fell asleep. With the Muppets, the
puppeteers stand up and their arms are stretched right up. It’s actually a lot
more comfortable to stand and be upright when you’re performing puppets like
this.
The sets on The Muppet Show and Sesame Street are actually way up high
and you’ve got these puppeteers standing upright with their arms stretched
right up with their puppets and they’re quite heavy puppets. I mean Troggg is
built in the style of a Muppet so he’s very heavy so to be crouched right down
behind a very small desk, and have my arm stretched up, it just got a little
bit uncomfortable at times but we got there in the end.
But it was good, just to have a puppet up there and then
they’re doing the countdown “we’re going to be on air in ten seconds” and I
thought “here we go, Troggg’s going to be on air. It’s going to be great!”
What’s Troggg’s TV
future then?
I can see him either doing something similar, like a new
Agro or Ossie Ostrich, sitting there and nodding and adding funny comments here
and there, either on a kids show or on a comedy variety show. But also I can
see him entertaining kids on TV as well.
I’ve been doing a bit of puppetry consultancy, which was my
official title in Avenue-Q last year, but I’ve been working with some QUT film
students who are doing a puppet web series about an angry rooster puppet so
I’ve been helping them with the movement of the puppets and one of the actors
in the web series is in a Channel Seven kids show that has puppets so he said
“look, if we’re ever after another puppeteer, we know where you are”. So I can imagine being on a kids show either
with Troggg or with other puppets that they provide.
So look out Jamie Dunn
and Agro?
That’s it! Well Jamie Dunn is not doing a whole lot with
puppets these days. Agro occasionally makes a public appearance but that sort
of thing would be good. To bring puppets back to television, cause we haven’t
seen many puppets on TV in recent years, ever since Agro and Ossie Ostrich
disappeared.
Why’s that?
Kids shows are a lot more hip these days. You’ve got these
kids who look they’re just out of high school being really cool and hip and
they’re hosting the kids shows now. No puppets, just these kids yelling at the
camera and the camera zooming in and out. “Yeah, we got prizes, we got prizes,
let’s cut to a cartoon” and there’s no puppets. I don’t know why that is. Maybe
kids think puppets are lame.
But I think with the Muppets making their triumphant
come-back last year and with the sequel in the works, I think puppets are
starting to come back. We’re going through this weird phase where the eighties
are making a bit of a comeback now. References to old video games and TV shows
and remakes of old eighties movies and things. They’re all coming back so I
think puppets are starting to make a comeback too. There’s definitely a market
out there.
What about Troggg
doing an adult TV show?
Yes, that’d be great too. I really enjoyed [working on]
Avenue-Q. It was an adult parody of Sesame Street, which sold out. All the
adults turned up. I guess people who were reminded of the Muppets and they
could relate to the [more adult] subject matter as well as remembering their
childhood as well, so they relate to the characters and the subject matter. So
I can see an adult puppet series happening as well, either a theatre production
that I do with Troggg or a TV series or a film would be nice.
You’ve worked as a
puppet consultant. What’s the secret to making puppets come alive?
Eye focus is a big thing but lip-synch I find is the trick.
Just making it second-nature that your hand moves exactly as your mouth moves.
But also emphasis on certain words so the head moving forward when you
emphasise a word. And making sure the puppet remains alive at all times. A lot
of people flop the puppet to the side if it’s not talking but just to keep it
up and nodding and alert and looking around. I just think that’s the basics.
Keeping it alive and making sure the lips move exactly as yours do.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Bmag June 18th 2013 - Bill Oddie, How we watch TV now, No TV for some
Last weekend, I opened our copy of the
Sun-Herald (yes, they still persist with
a Queensland edition of the Sydney
paper) and there was a half-page ad for the
TV series Heartbeat on DVD.
I was never a huge fan of this particular
show, but box-set collecting has become
something of a hobby – unlike media files,
you can touch DVDs, admire them, lend
them to friends – so the ad jumped out at me.
But seeing nine complete seasons of the classic Yorkshire police drama so prominently and lovingly advertised did rub salt in a long-standing wound in my DVD collection.
You see, there’s one series I would purchase in an instant and that’s The Goodies. Yes, I know there are best-of DVDs but never has the entire run been released. As Bill Oddie is in Brisbane this week (at the Tivoli on Thursday 20 June) I couldn’t help myself. I had to know why.
Oddie told me: “It’s been a mystery to us. I have to say the BBC has not been terribly co-operative and on the brink of childishness at one point.” He adopts a posh voice and quotes from a reply sent by the BBC to fans asking if a major Goodies anniversary would be marked: “'No, we have no plans. And I think we should remind you that the final season was actually done for ITV'. It was almost like they were saying we never forgive, we never forget!”
I express my personal enthusiasm for sitting down and watching every episode of The Goodies to which Bill Oddie replies: “There are a lot you know. There are nearly 100 programs!” I know and would still buy the complete box-set!
Whether it be box-sets, downloading all the episodes or setting the PVR to record a whole series, it seems we are increasingly choosing to watch every episode of our favourite TV shows. Ten or 20 years ago you would curse yourself for missing an episode but you wouldn’t go looking for it. Now you can, and so people do. But because we still have the same number of hours in the day, we each follow a smaller number of TV shows.
Realising this shift is American’s TOLN, The Online Network, the new home of former ABC soaps All My Children and One Life to Live. TOLN says viewers now choose one series or the other – and then watch every episode – instead of catching what they can of both.
In response to this, TOLN has reduced the number of episodes of each show to just two per week, saying in a statement: “We are making it far too challenging for viewers to keep up. “Most of us are just trying to find time to watch series of 13 to 22 episodes a season so asking viewers to assign time for over 100 episodes is a daunting task.” I wonder what this will mean for Australian TV in the future.
Last month (bmag, 21 May), I wrote about the analogue television switch-off in Brisbane. It turns out there was a contingency plan to switch analogue back on if there was a huge number of complaints. I’m told that happened in regional Victoria, one of the first areas to move from analogue to digital, but it wasn’t necessary here.
That’s not to say 100 per cent of us were digital-ready by the 28 May deadline. At 612 ABC we received the first “why doesn’t my TV work?” call at 9.12am, 12 minutes after the plug was pulled. bmag reader Susan Barnes wasn’t ready either. But, in a lovely email, she explains why it was “a kind of epiphany”.
“I have lived without TV before so I went out and bought a basic reading lamp instead. I have turned on the radio and am finding time to listen to my CDs and delve into the unopened novels on my bookshelves. I will also be investigating the local library’s DVD collection. And if the ABC comes up with something I feel I really must see I can watch it on my computer.
“So far it is wonderful – I am getting more done, eating better, getting to bed earlier, getting more exercise and feeling much happier. I can thoroughly recommend this course of action to anyone who is still struggling with the switch.”
But seeing nine complete seasons of the classic Yorkshire police drama so prominently and lovingly advertised did rub salt in a long-standing wound in my DVD collection.
You see, there’s one series I would purchase in an instant and that’s The Goodies. Yes, I know there are best-of DVDs but never has the entire run been released. As Bill Oddie is in Brisbane this week (at the Tivoli on Thursday 20 June) I couldn’t help myself. I had to know why.
Oddie told me: “It’s been a mystery to us. I have to say the BBC has not been terribly co-operative and on the brink of childishness at one point.” He adopts a posh voice and quotes from a reply sent by the BBC to fans asking if a major Goodies anniversary would be marked: “'No, we have no plans. And I think we should remind you that the final season was actually done for ITV'. It was almost like they were saying we never forgive, we never forget!”
I express my personal enthusiasm for sitting down and watching every episode of The Goodies to which Bill Oddie replies: “There are a lot you know. There are nearly 100 programs!” I know and would still buy the complete box-set!
Whether it be box-sets, downloading all the episodes or setting the PVR to record a whole series, it seems we are increasingly choosing to watch every episode of our favourite TV shows. Ten or 20 years ago you would curse yourself for missing an episode but you wouldn’t go looking for it. Now you can, and so people do. But because we still have the same number of hours in the day, we each follow a smaller number of TV shows.
Realising this shift is American’s TOLN, The Online Network, the new home of former ABC soaps All My Children and One Life to Live. TOLN says viewers now choose one series or the other – and then watch every episode – instead of catching what they can of both.
In response to this, TOLN has reduced the number of episodes of each show to just two per week, saying in a statement: “We are making it far too challenging for viewers to keep up. “Most of us are just trying to find time to watch series of 13 to 22 episodes a season so asking viewers to assign time for over 100 episodes is a daunting task.” I wonder what this will mean for Australian TV in the future.
Last month (bmag, 21 May), I wrote about the analogue television switch-off in Brisbane. It turns out there was a contingency plan to switch analogue back on if there was a huge number of complaints. I’m told that happened in regional Victoria, one of the first areas to move from analogue to digital, but it wasn’t necessary here.
That’s not to say 100 per cent of us were digital-ready by the 28 May deadline. At 612 ABC we received the first “why doesn’t my TV work?” call at 9.12am, 12 minutes after the plug was pulled. bmag reader Susan Barnes wasn’t ready either. But, in a lovely email, she explains why it was “a kind of epiphany”.
“I have lived without TV before so I went out and bought a basic reading lamp instead. I have turned on the radio and am finding time to listen to my CDs and delve into the unopened novels on my bookshelves. I will also be investigating the local library’s DVD collection. And if the ABC comes up with something I feel I really must see I can watch it on my computer.
“So far it is wonderful – I am getting more done, eating better, getting to bed earlier, getting more exercise and feeling much happier. I can thoroughly recommend this course of action to anyone who is still struggling with the switch.”
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Bmag June 4th 2013 - Outback adventures and more on that LBD!
I could happily take a driving holiday in
western Queensland every year. The
clean air, the big skies, the open roads,
the small towns, the big pubs with their
iconic architecture. Even the limited phone
reception. It all adds up to the ultimate
escape from the drudgery of the big smoke.
With the Australian dollar starting to
drop, and overseas holidays getting just a
little bit more expensive every day, now
could be the perfect time for you to head
west for your next trip.
It’s easier than you might think.
In 2009, I took wife Nikki and then-nine-year-old Jack to Winton. We did the trip in just 10 days during the September school holidays. I’m going to show you how and point out some of the highlights along the way so that you might consider doing the same. The reward when you get to Winton is the Outback Festival with its famous dunny races! First stop for us (Monday night) was Toowoomba. Just a couple of hours from Brisbane, it broke the back of the holiday.
Next day, after viewing the winning Carnival of Flowers display, we drove the four hours to Mitchell to experience the wonderfullyrelaxing Great Artesian Spa. Floating in the naturally-heated spa is where we met a number of fellow travellers who we would keep bumping into over the next week or so. Just a two-hour drive on the Wednesday saw us in Charleville, where the must-see attractions are the Bilby Experience by day, the Skydome by night and a steak at the Charleville RSL in-between! Charleville to Longreach on the Thursday was one of our longest drives (515km) but stops include the famous Tambo Teddies and the Black Stump at Blackall.
Friday morning we reached Winton (180km from Longreach) and then totally immersed ourselves in the town and its Outback Festival! Exhausted after two full days in and around Winton (Waltzing Matilda Centre, Royal Open Air Theatre, Australian Age of Dinosaurs Museum) and with dust in our teeth and nostrils, we headed back to Longreach (Stockman’s Hall of Fame and Qantas Museum, where you can tour every nook and cranny of a 747).
On the Monday, it was time to think about heading home. We stayed a couple of nights at a beach resort in Yeppoon – what a contrast after a week in the west – and arrived back in Brisbane on the Thursday. And that’s when you pinch yourself. It’s hard to believe the distance you’ve travelled and landscapes you’ve seen in just 10 days!
You might think it a challenge to take children but, remember, you don’t drive long distances every day. And for the days you do, a portable DVD player or movies on a computer will easily kill a couple of hours. That said, you don’t want them staring at a screen all day. Space out the movies and allow time for the children to get out and touch the dirt. Encourage them to take their own photos to show teachers and friends. I think children are far more patient and interested in the world around them than we give them credit for.
As for the adults getting bored, there’s always the pleasure of calculating distances and estimating the time of arrival at the next town (or is that just me? Another obscure Spencer hobby perhaps?!) In a few weeks, I’ll be giving away a trip to the 2013 Winton Outback Festival so stay tuned to my breakfast radio show for details.
I’m still receiving mail about that little black dress I bought Nikki for her birthday. Men and women alike will enjoy this email from Jackie Jones: “We are in our 50s and 60s and still go through the same scenario every time he passes a mannequin wearing little shorts, skirts and dresses. Even shirts he thinks would look great as a dress.
“I’ve found the best compromise (especially when I don’t know what to buy him for his birthday) is to buy one of these little numbers, do a dinner date at home and wear it for him. “So the next time your wife doesn’t know what to buy you just tell her to whiz by that shop and pick up that little black dress!”
In 2009, I took wife Nikki and then-nine-year-old Jack to Winton. We did the trip in just 10 days during the September school holidays. I’m going to show you how and point out some of the highlights along the way so that you might consider doing the same. The reward when you get to Winton is the Outback Festival with its famous dunny races! First stop for us (Monday night) was Toowoomba. Just a couple of hours from Brisbane, it broke the back of the holiday.
Next day, after viewing the winning Carnival of Flowers display, we drove the four hours to Mitchell to experience the wonderfullyrelaxing Great Artesian Spa. Floating in the naturally-heated spa is where we met a number of fellow travellers who we would keep bumping into over the next week or so. Just a two-hour drive on the Wednesday saw us in Charleville, where the must-see attractions are the Bilby Experience by day, the Skydome by night and a steak at the Charleville RSL in-between! Charleville to Longreach on the Thursday was one of our longest drives (515km) but stops include the famous Tambo Teddies and the Black Stump at Blackall.
Friday morning we reached Winton (180km from Longreach) and then totally immersed ourselves in the town and its Outback Festival! Exhausted after two full days in and around Winton (Waltzing Matilda Centre, Royal Open Air Theatre, Australian Age of Dinosaurs Museum) and with dust in our teeth and nostrils, we headed back to Longreach (Stockman’s Hall of Fame and Qantas Museum, where you can tour every nook and cranny of a 747).
On the Monday, it was time to think about heading home. We stayed a couple of nights at a beach resort in Yeppoon – what a contrast after a week in the west – and arrived back in Brisbane on the Thursday. And that’s when you pinch yourself. It’s hard to believe the distance you’ve travelled and landscapes you’ve seen in just 10 days!
You might think it a challenge to take children but, remember, you don’t drive long distances every day. And for the days you do, a portable DVD player or movies on a computer will easily kill a couple of hours. That said, you don’t want them staring at a screen all day. Space out the movies and allow time for the children to get out and touch the dirt. Encourage them to take their own photos to show teachers and friends. I think children are far more patient and interested in the world around them than we give them credit for.
As for the adults getting bored, there’s always the pleasure of calculating distances and estimating the time of arrival at the next town (or is that just me? Another obscure Spencer hobby perhaps?!) In a few weeks, I’ll be giving away a trip to the 2013 Winton Outback Festival so stay tuned to my breakfast radio show for details.
I’m still receiving mail about that little black dress I bought Nikki for her birthday. Men and women alike will enjoy this email from Jackie Jones: “We are in our 50s and 60s and still go through the same scenario every time he passes a mannequin wearing little shorts, skirts and dresses. Even shirts he thinks would look great as a dress.
“I’ve found the best compromise (especially when I don’t know what to buy him for his birthday) is to buy one of these little numbers, do a dinner date at home and wear it for him. “So the next time your wife doesn’t know what to buy you just tell her to whiz by that shop and pick up that little black dress!”
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Bmag - May 21st 2013 - What to do with your analogue TV
You probably know that analogue TV services
will switch off on 28 May. Unless you have
a set-top box, pay TV, video recorder with
digital tuner or a digital television, you won’t be
able to watch television after that date. But what you might
not realise is that you don’t have to throw out your
analogue TV next time there’s a kerbside collection.
Here are three ways to avoid your beloved old
TV contributing to landfill.
First of all, just keep it. On its own, an analogue television won’t pick up TV signals after 28 May but you can still use it as long as you have one of the devices I mentioned above, such as a set-top box (STB). High-definition STBs – which will give you all free-to-air channels – now cost as little as $30. At our place, we’ve saved a perfectly fine 32-inch flat-screen analogue TV by adding a DVD player and putting it in the guestroom.
But if you’ve decided you definitely don’t want or need your old TV, you can still avoid throwing it out on the footpath. The Mission to Seafarers at the Port of Brisbane is collecting analogue TVs and shipping them to Papua New Guinea and Fiji.
Centre manager Adrian Willes explains: “We have a lot of Papua New Guineans and Fijians that come into the Port of Brisbane. A lot of people have been throwing their TVs out. We have been supplying those to the Fijian and Papua New Guineans free of charge. They simply put their name down. When we can get hold of something that they are after, we give it to them. They just take it on the ship. So one community has had one TV for the entire village – now, slowly but surely, the TVs are rolling out more in those villages.”
Willes assures me there are no technical issues using Australian TVs in PNG and Fiji. “It’s a simple pick-up and install it in the islands and it will work. If you want to give a TV away, visit the centre and we can let you know if we can collect it or if we can take it then and there.” If it’s easier, you can call them (10am to 10pm, seven days) on 3895 1181.
Another bloke who’s keen to get his hands on your old TV is artist Forbes McKail. If you’ve been to the Collectorama exhibition at the Queensland Museum, you’ll know Forbes’ wall of old televisions, each filled with a back-lit photograph of one of Forbes’ friends. He is already sitting on another 50-odd TVs for future art projects and his father is looking after another 100 for him – what a dad! – but Forbes realises he must seize the moment. “There’s beauty in these things and when they’re thrown away then they’re gone. Such a waste.”
Specifically, Forbes is looking for older TVs with retro or kitsch appeal. “The small ones, the old ones from the ’50s when they were black and white. Once we got into the ’80s they had that standard black plastic look and that’s not really that attractive. Think Jetsons. Plasticy, domey, Rice Bubbly ones.” The best way to offer your old TV to Forbes is to email him at forbesmckail@hotmail.com.
Hopefully no-one is caught out by the analogue switch-off. Perhaps make a note to telephone elderly or less tech-savvy members of the family on 28 May to make sure their TV still works.
In response to my last column about buying my wife Nikki a little black dress that she took straight back to the shop, Julie Thornton wrote: “You think of her still as the girl you first met, so the dress was entirely appropriate for that person.”
Exactly! Nikki hasn’t aged a day in all the 20 years we’ve been together. No, really. She hasn’t! And Sean Tiernan reassured me: “Shows you are a good husband, Spencer”. Aww, thank you Sean. And thank you to Sam Eeles for sending me a photograph of another very short, very sexy little number. Only this one isn’t black. It’s blue. A little blue dress that resembles the TARDIS (police box) from Doctor Who . Needless to say, it is sensational but I’m not going there again!
First of all, just keep it. On its own, an analogue television won’t pick up TV signals after 28 May but you can still use it as long as you have one of the devices I mentioned above, such as a set-top box (STB). High-definition STBs – which will give you all free-to-air channels – now cost as little as $30. At our place, we’ve saved a perfectly fine 32-inch flat-screen analogue TV by adding a DVD player and putting it in the guestroom.
But if you’ve decided you definitely don’t want or need your old TV, you can still avoid throwing it out on the footpath. The Mission to Seafarers at the Port of Brisbane is collecting analogue TVs and shipping them to Papua New Guinea and Fiji.
Centre manager Adrian Willes explains: “We have a lot of Papua New Guineans and Fijians that come into the Port of Brisbane. A lot of people have been throwing their TVs out. We have been supplying those to the Fijian and Papua New Guineans free of charge. They simply put their name down. When we can get hold of something that they are after, we give it to them. They just take it on the ship. So one community has had one TV for the entire village – now, slowly but surely, the TVs are rolling out more in those villages.”
Willes assures me there are no technical issues using Australian TVs in PNG and Fiji. “It’s a simple pick-up and install it in the islands and it will work. If you want to give a TV away, visit the centre and we can let you know if we can collect it or if we can take it then and there.” If it’s easier, you can call them (10am to 10pm, seven days) on 3895 1181.
Another bloke who’s keen to get his hands on your old TV is artist Forbes McKail. If you’ve been to the Collectorama exhibition at the Queensland Museum, you’ll know Forbes’ wall of old televisions, each filled with a back-lit photograph of one of Forbes’ friends. He is already sitting on another 50-odd TVs for future art projects and his father is looking after another 100 for him – what a dad! – but Forbes realises he must seize the moment. “There’s beauty in these things and when they’re thrown away then they’re gone. Such a waste.”
Specifically, Forbes is looking for older TVs with retro or kitsch appeal. “The small ones, the old ones from the ’50s when they were black and white. Once we got into the ’80s they had that standard black plastic look and that’s not really that attractive. Think Jetsons. Plasticy, domey, Rice Bubbly ones.” The best way to offer your old TV to Forbes is to email him at forbesmckail@hotmail.com.
Hopefully no-one is caught out by the analogue switch-off. Perhaps make a note to telephone elderly or less tech-savvy members of the family on 28 May to make sure their TV still works.
In response to my last column about buying my wife Nikki a little black dress that she took straight back to the shop, Julie Thornton wrote: “You think of her still as the girl you first met, so the dress was entirely appropriate for that person.”
Exactly! Nikki hasn’t aged a day in all the 20 years we’ve been together. No, really. She hasn’t! And Sean Tiernan reassured me: “Shows you are a good husband, Spencer”. Aww, thank you Sean. And thank you to Sam Eeles for sending me a photograph of another very short, very sexy little number. Only this one isn’t black. It’s blue. A little blue dress that resembles the TARDIS (police box) from Doctor Who . Needless to say, it is sensational but I’m not going there again!
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Bmag May 7th - Little Black Dress!
You didn’t, did you?” “Yup,” I replied.
“Oh dear. You’re a young fellow. I’ve
been married for nearly 40 years.
Let me share this with you. Men should
never, ever buy clothes for women!”
Now, if only I’d consulted this cabbie before Nikki’s birthday instead of the day after! It’s not easy finding the perfect present for your missus and, I’ll admit, most years I end up at a record store buying CDs or DVDs. Nikki really likes music so they’re usually appreciated but I’m always left with this nagging feeling that I’m being boring, sticking to a shop in which I’m comfortable, rather than getting something that’s truly special. So this year I decided to buy Nikki a dress. Having sauntered past a few shops, nonchalantly glancing in, trying not to seem too keen, my eye was suddenly taken by a window mannequin donning a sensational little black number. It was a reasonably short dress, with shoulder straps but no sleeves and very little fabric on the sides. If I had to pin it down, I’d probably call it 20-something racewear. Is there such a thing? (Can you tell that I’ve never hosted a fashion parade or written for a style magazine?!)
After 10 minutes standing outside this boutique, I gathered my courage, walked in, confidently selected Nikki’s size and presented said dress at the counter. And this is where I should have picked up the hints. “Who are you buying for?” I was asked. “My wife,” I proudly declared. “Really?” she asked. “How old is she?” Now, rather than asking myself “what does this young shop assistant know that I don’t?” or “why does she need to know Nikki’s age?” I pushed on, “39,” I said. A further disapproving look. Another clue missed. For a split second, I must have questioned whether Nikki would indeed wear this revealing LBD – see, now I’m getting into the lingo! – for I asked “would she wear a shirt under it?” Seriously? How hopeless am I? The answer: “No, sir, you wouldn’t wear anything underneath it.” And then the killer: “Look, if she wants to bring it back, that’s no problem. Just keep the receipt.”
So I paid for the dress and strode out of the shop just a little bit excited about my achievement! A quick glance over my shoulder at the mannequin, a moment to imagine Nikki looking sensational, showing off a little bit of skin, and I headed home to wrap and hide the present. Next morning at the ABC, several hours before giving Nikki her present, I sketched the dress for my colleagues and asked their opinion. Was I having niggling doubts? Everyone appeared very supportive and said it was great that I had bought clothes, not more CDs, but there was also quite a bit of eye-rolling and comments like “you men are all the same!” My radio producer Anne told me the story of another hapless husband who once bought his wife underwear for Christmas. It turned out the bra was too busty and the bottoms way too small! Still, this woman took it as a great compliment (before returning them to the shop!)
Later that day, my chest puffed out, I presented Nikki with her birthday present. She slowly pulled the dress out of its wrapping and declared: “How old do you think I am? 12? I would never wear this!” When I came to tell the story to the married-40-years taxi driver, he wasn’t at all surprised. He had one more piece of advice for me: “Whatever you do, let her take it back. On her own. Don’t go with her”! Thankfully, a caller to the ABC’s “Cereal Box” voicemail, Daphne of Tivoli, saved the day. After I told the story on radio, Daphne called to say, “your wife doesn’t need birthday presents because she’s got the greatest gift that God could ever have given – you! Believe you-me, I hear it in your voice, the love that you have for her and she has for you. No present can replace that.” When Nikki heard the call, she emailed me: “That’s beautiful. I have tears – some of laughter – but that is so sweet!” Phew. Back in the good books. For now.
Now, if only I’d consulted this cabbie before Nikki’s birthday instead of the day after! It’s not easy finding the perfect present for your missus and, I’ll admit, most years I end up at a record store buying CDs or DVDs. Nikki really likes music so they’re usually appreciated but I’m always left with this nagging feeling that I’m being boring, sticking to a shop in which I’m comfortable, rather than getting something that’s truly special. So this year I decided to buy Nikki a dress. Having sauntered past a few shops, nonchalantly glancing in, trying not to seem too keen, my eye was suddenly taken by a window mannequin donning a sensational little black number. It was a reasonably short dress, with shoulder straps but no sleeves and very little fabric on the sides. If I had to pin it down, I’d probably call it 20-something racewear. Is there such a thing? (Can you tell that I’ve never hosted a fashion parade or written for a style magazine?!)
After 10 minutes standing outside this boutique, I gathered my courage, walked in, confidently selected Nikki’s size and presented said dress at the counter. And this is where I should have picked up the hints. “Who are you buying for?” I was asked. “My wife,” I proudly declared. “Really?” she asked. “How old is she?” Now, rather than asking myself “what does this young shop assistant know that I don’t?” or “why does she need to know Nikki’s age?” I pushed on, “39,” I said. A further disapproving look. Another clue missed. For a split second, I must have questioned whether Nikki would indeed wear this revealing LBD – see, now I’m getting into the lingo! – for I asked “would she wear a shirt under it?” Seriously? How hopeless am I? The answer: “No, sir, you wouldn’t wear anything underneath it.” And then the killer: “Look, if she wants to bring it back, that’s no problem. Just keep the receipt.”
So I paid for the dress and strode out of the shop just a little bit excited about my achievement! A quick glance over my shoulder at the mannequin, a moment to imagine Nikki looking sensational, showing off a little bit of skin, and I headed home to wrap and hide the present. Next morning at the ABC, several hours before giving Nikki her present, I sketched the dress for my colleagues and asked their opinion. Was I having niggling doubts? Everyone appeared very supportive and said it was great that I had bought clothes, not more CDs, but there was also quite a bit of eye-rolling and comments like “you men are all the same!” My radio producer Anne told me the story of another hapless husband who once bought his wife underwear for Christmas. It turned out the bra was too busty and the bottoms way too small! Still, this woman took it as a great compliment (before returning them to the shop!)
Later that day, my chest puffed out, I presented Nikki with her birthday present. She slowly pulled the dress out of its wrapping and declared: “How old do you think I am? 12? I would never wear this!” When I came to tell the story to the married-40-years taxi driver, he wasn’t at all surprised. He had one more piece of advice for me: “Whatever you do, let her take it back. On her own. Don’t go with her”! Thankfully, a caller to the ABC’s “Cereal Box” voicemail, Daphne of Tivoli, saved the day. After I told the story on radio, Daphne called to say, “your wife doesn’t need birthday presents because she’s got the greatest gift that God could ever have given – you! Believe you-me, I hear it in your voice, the love that you have for her and she has for you. No present can replace that.” When Nikki heard the call, she emailed me: “That’s beautiful. I have tears – some of laughter – but that is so sweet!” Phew. Back in the good books. For now.
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