We awoke at half past six to another gloriously sunny morning. I was compelled to shave with the use of lukewarm water from the unwashed saucepan that had been used to cook our porridge.
Australia, in possibly its best performance ever, defeated the English club, Arsenal, by three goals to one, at the Sports Ground in Sydney last night.
“Dad” left work at half past two to temporarily fix our old electric water heaters in the bathroom and kitchen. However, he greeted us with the news that the stove — an old Parnall — was irreparable. It omitted sparks and smoke when he poked around at it with an insulated screwdriver. Tiki, therefore, used my late mother’s Hotpoint vertical grill to cook the veal chops, which we had bought for dinner. The appliance must be seven or eight years old and still works perfectly well.
Roger Climpson read the news on Channel Seven from half past six and, after “Willesee”, we watched the risque “Naked Vicar Show”. It features Noeline Brown, Kevin Golsby and Ross Higgins. Tonight’s episode included skits on movie buff, Bill Collins, as well as the Leyland Brothers. The series can be somewhat crude in parts with the seemingly unnecessary use of words such as “bullshit”.
Another episode of the perennial Australian serial, “Number 96”, screens from half past eight on Channel Ten. It can feature women baring their breasts from time to time and also contain some fairly kinky themes. No doubt, such antics have contributed to its longevity.
We watched the film, “Dead Man On The Run”, from 1974. It stars Peter “Whiplash”/”Court Martial”/”Mission Impossible” Graves, who, in real life, is the brother of James “Gunsmoke” Arness.
It is most unpleasant sitting upon our outdoor toilet in the dead of winter. I particularly feel for Tiki who, of course, has to withstand this more often than I.