The Top 40 Fantasies: No.12

  1. The Chattanooga Choo Choo (1941) Glenn Miller and his Orchestra: Tex Beneke and The Modernaires with Paula Kelly
  2. In The Army Now (1986) Status Quo
  3. Down The Road A Piece (1947) Amos Milburn
  4. I (Who Have Nothing) (1963) Shirley Bassey
  5. Walking On Sunshine (1985) Katrina and The Waves
  6. In The Army (1982) Bolland and Bolland
  7. He’s Gonna Step On You Again (1971) John Kongos
  8. Tears On My Pillow (1958) Little Anthony and The Imperials
  9. Down The Road A Piece (1940) Will Bradley and his Orchestra, vocals: Ray McKinley and Will Bradley
  10. Wipe Out (1963) The Surfaris
  11. Humming Bird (1955) Frankie Laine
  12. I Wish It Would Rain (1968) The Temptations
  13. Slow Poke (1951) Pee Wee King and his Golden West Cowboys
  14. For Me And My Gal (1917) Van and Schenck
  15. The Chicken And The Hawk (1956) “Big” Joe Turner
  16. No Regrets (1976) The Walker Brothers
  17. The Penny Arcade (1969) Roy Orbison
  18. Whistle While You Work (1938) The Seven Dwarfs
  19. Centerfold (1981) The J. Geils Band
  20. Buzz-Buzz-Buzz (1957) The Hollywood Flames
  21. Shoo-Fly Pie And Apple Pan Dowdy (1946) Dinah Shore
  22. It Ain’t Necessarily So (1935) Leo Reisman
  23. Mini-Skirt Minnie (1969) Wilson Pickett
  24. Vanessa (1952) Hugo Winterhalter and his Orchestra
  25. Blockbuster (1973) The Sweet
  26. I Turned You On (1969) The Isley Brothers
  27. Don’t You Just Know It (1958) Huey (Piano) Smith and The Clowns
  28. A Fine Romance (1936) Fred Astaire
  29. Move Like Jagger (2010) Maroon 5
  30. Gilly, Gilly, Ossenfeffer, Katzenellen Bogan By The Sea (1954) The Four Lads
  31. The Little Dipper (1959) The Mickey Mozart Quintet
  32. White Wedding (1983) Billy Idol
  33. The Big Bopper’s Wedding (1958) The Big Bopper
  34. So Long (It’s Been Good To Know You) (1951) The Weavers, with Gordon Jenkins’ Orchestra
  35. Peach Picking Time In Georgia (1932) Jimmie Rodgers
  36. How I Lied (1965) Jade Hurley
  37. I Got Religion On A Saturday Night (1951) Webb Pierce
  38. The Place Where I Worship (Is The Wide Open Spaces) (1950) Al Morgan
  39. Aba Daba Honeymoon (1914) Arthur Collins and Byron Harlan
  40. Geronimo (2014) Sheppard

Poor Service And Inanity: Monday, 19th December, 1977

Last night proved to be an extremely restless one for both of us, as it verged on being almost unbearably still as well as starry. Rather than disturb Tiki further, I arose at a quarter past twelve and watched the film, “A Taste Of Excitement”, on Channel Nine. Produced in 1969, it stars Eva Renzi.

Just for a change, from eight o’clock, I decided to listen to 2BL. At half past the hour, Caroline Jones, who is a fan of Test cricket and the compere of the A.B.C.-TV’s investigative series, ‘Four Corners’, began playing old recordings by Bing Crosby. These included that of “Makin’ Whoopee”, which was recorded in December of 1928.

After nine, I turned the dial to 2GB and its announcer, Jimmy Hannan, who talks too much for my liking; even when a record is being played. Consequently, it wasn’t long before I was listening to George Gibson’s show, “Music Machine”, on 2KY, as I washed the dishes from last night’s delicious meal. Before commencing this task, I firstly had to carry the hot water required from the archaic heater in the bathroom to the kitchen sink.

I enquired of our next-door neighbour as to when we would receive the one hundred and eight dollars. This amount being their share of the cost of materials that were used in the construction of the new side fence. He said that we should be in receipt of it by Wednesday or Thursday. At twenty to twelve I left to walk to Miranda. There our rates were paid to the Water, Sewerage and Drainage Board, at the branch of the Rural Bank in Kiora Road, prior to my collection of five blank claim forms from the branch of the Medical Benefits’ Fund which is located inside Miranda Fair. Tiki had told me it was on the ground floor of Grace Bros when it is actually on the ground floor of Myer.

Nock and Kirby became my next port of call. There, I purchased a small tin of undercoat in addition to another of paint which is ‘Saddleback Brown’ in colour. Both paints are to be used to protect and cover those spots left bare by the removal of the fittings that held and supported the old awning that was affixed to our bedroom window. I also bought a block, some sandpaper to wrap around it and a bottle of mineral ‘turps’. My intention was to also buy a hacksaw, however, the service was so poor and the youths serving, so young, that I dispensed with this idea because I sensed the futility in asking them about what sort of blades they would recommend to accompany its purchase. Instead, I bought a lightweight pair of shears, that had been manufactured in America, at a cost of sixteen dollars and thirty-five cents.

At two o’clock I watched “Ripcord” which now screens on Channel Ten. “Forest Rangers”, a documentary which is set in Canada, was shown on Channel Two from twenty-five past the hour. It is about the illegal shooting of beavers. The dial was turned back to Channel Ten, at three o’clock, to observe what is a pretty mundane edition of the defunct series, “The Mod Squad”. The latest programme in the Australian pop series, “Right On”, screened from four. Its presenter, Kobe Steele, has developed a tendency to giggle more and more often in recent presentations and, quite frankly, is becoming somewhat inane.

Following Channel Seven’s half an hour of news, read by Roger Climpson, “Willesee”, at seven, features Billy Thorpe, the Australian recording star. Billy, a Mancunian by birth, at the age of thirty-one is sporting a new less clean-cut image. Another English-born Australian counterpart of his, Johnny Farnham, narrates another in the documentary series, “Survival”, at half past the hour. This evening’s offering centres upon the bats of the Tamana Cave in Trinidad.

My sister, Susan, rang from Melbourne to enquire as to when we shall arrive at her place for Christmas. Tiki is taking up the hems of her new dresses by hand. We retired after another episode of Channel Seven’s police serial, “Cop Shop”.

Glaciers Have Melted Previously, Sea Levels Have Ebbed And Flowed

We enjoy watching the British series on real estate, ‘Escape To The Country’. Three particular programmes in the perennial reality show come to mind as each contains a reference as to how the Earth’s climate has changed over aeons.

Firstly, one that is based in the county of Cumbria in which the host announces that the sixteen picturesque lakes after which the Lake District received its name were in fact created when glaciers melted.

Secondly, another edition, set in the county of East Sussex had a historian explain that when King Henry VIII had a particular castle built it was, in fact, located right on the coast and, yet, it now stands quite a distance inland.

Yet another programme of the series, set in Shropshire, examines an outcrop of rock that contains fossils of marine life that once existed when the county was located beneath a shallow sea.

The Earth’s climate has always changed and will continue to do so.

However, the incineration of the Amazonian rain forest — which once supplied the planet with twenty per cent of its oxygen — is not due to climatic change, but rather an ever burgeoning global population that not only desires its contents, but its land on which to graze cattle, as well as grow crops.

Unfortunately, I have heard it espoused that although such soils promote lush growth for plants of such forests their ability to support agricultural crops with the nutrition they require is a relatively ephemeral one and more often than not are left to lie abandoned.

Cholesterol Halved: Tuesday, 20th December, 1977

After breakfast, I began to wash last night’s dishes. This had firstly required of me the need to carry five jugfuls of warm water from the heater in the bathroom to the kitchen sink. Whilst I was in the shower a downpour of rain began, however, it fortunately proved to be  ephemeral.

Departing on foot for Miranda Fair, at a quarter past nine, I called into the branch of the M.B.F., which is located on the ground floor of Myer, and claimed for the return of the entire doctor’s bill of fifteen dollars and sixty cents which I had outlaid to pay for my visit of the sixteenth. Thirty minutes were to pass before I became the recipient of the money. During this period others, who were also having to wait for longer than they perhaps had envisaged, were told not to sit on the railing that was affixed to and below the level of the counter at the neighbouring delicatessen.

At the chemist on the corner a woman informed me that a small container of Ford pills cost seventy-nine cents and then attempted to give me the change for the purchase of an article to the value of ninety-five cents.

The tall and large Bill Collins, who so knowledgeably introduces movies on Channel Seven, was at the shopping centre in the company of a bespectacled gentleman with closely cropped hair. I couldn’t help but note that they entered the store that bore the appellation, ‘Adult Games’. Being famous must be so intrusive!

As I was walking home I met our next-door neighbour who said that he’ll deliver the money for his half share in our newly constructed common boundary fence, this evening. Although I could hear that the telephone was ringing, I waited for the postman to cross the road on his motorcycle and hand me our mail. By this time the telephone had ceased to ring, but I knew that it would have been Tiki and sure enough she rang before noon to say that she’d been in contact with the “huffy” receptionist at my doctor’s and had ascertained that my cholesterol is now within acceptable limits. I rang the doctor, as asked, and was told that my reading which had stood at a dangerously high three hundred and twenty-one in April is now half that at one hundred and sixty. She suggested that I reduce my amount of exercise and continue to be aware of my diet. Tiki rang back and I repeated what the doctor had said.

At two o’clock on Channel Ten, I watched “Ripcord” in which its guest star, Jan “Tom Corbett”/”Space Cadet”/”The Rough Riders” Merlin, is cast as a baddie. The Indian batsmen were thrashing the Australian bowling when I turned to the live coverage from Perth at half past two.

Three o’clock means that it is time to again change channels, this time to view today’s offering from the defunct series, “The Mod Squad”. Link, played by Clarence Williams III, becomes involved in a boy’s kidnapping when his motorcycle runs out of fuel near an old ghost town. Guest stars include the late Paul “Breaking Point” Richards, Gregory “87th Precinct” Walcott and Connie “Mister Ed” Hines.

I told the boy from next-door, and his mate, that if he must throw stones across the road to use those from his own driveway and not those from ours. “Right On”, presented by Kobe Steele, featured Linda Ronstadt’s revival of Buddy Holly’s “It’s So Easy”. Tiki arrived home at twenty-five to five.

India is just one wicket down for one hundred and seventy-eight runs at lunch. Our neighbour called in as promised at a quarter to six and wrote out a cheque to the amount of one hundred and eight dollars, just before Sunil Gavaskar was dismissed for one hundred and twenty-seven. It is his twelfth century in Test cricket and included the scoring of his three thousandth run in this the game’s highest echelon.

“Here’s Lucy”, from six o’clock, has as its guest, Bob “The Bob Cummings Show”/”My Living Doll” Cummings. We left upon its conclusion and walked in the anti-clockwise direction through Miranda and Gymea, with the clock indicating that we had returned at a quarter past seven. India had slumped to be six for three hundred and six. Armanath had joined Gavaskar in also posting triple figures on the scoreboard.

The Australian series, “The Restless Years”, screened on Channel Ten from half past seven. India declared its second innings closed at nine for three hundred and thirty, having accumulated a respectable lead of three hundred and thirty-eight. At stumps Australia is one for twenty-five.