Saturday, August 29, 2020

What goes up must come down

From the website of the State Library of New South Wales at: 


What goes up must come down 

The Queen Victoria Building (affectionately known as the QVB) was designed by George McRae and completed in 1898. A magnificent shopping complex, built in a grand Victorian style, it was saved from demolition in 1982 - unlike many Sydney buildings. 

These photographs record Sydney as she appeared to earlier generations, her important landmarks, simple dwellings and small businesses, all sacrificed to meet the changing tastes and needs of an emerging and modern metropolis. 

Along with city buildings, Sydney streets have also come and gone. Sydney's oldest street, George Street, is one that has survived. Originally named the 'High' Street, even earlier this major thoroughfare was known as 'Sergeant-Major's Row'. In 1810 it was renamed 'George' Street in honour of the ruling monarch, King George the Third. 

Demolished landmarks 

Take a look at some of Sydney's demolished landmarks and wander through the city's changing streetscapes of the past 160 years. 

Volunteer Hotel, Pitt Street, Sydney 
c 1870 

This building had been on the south-west corner of Pitt and Park Streets since the 1840s as a butcher's shop. By the 1850s it had become the Butchers Arms hotel, which changed its name to the Volunteer Hotel around 1862. It was demolished in 1882, to be replaced by the Equitable Building. This became Park House, one of several buildings in the block now owned by the Sydney City Council and planned for demolition to create an open square opposite the Town Hall. 
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Barker & Co Mills, Cnr Bathurst and Sussex Streets, Sydney 
Undated, pre June 1872 

Engineer Thomas Barker built a cloth mill adjacent to his flour mills near the corner of Sussex and Bathurst Streets in 1840. After several changes of ownership, he re-bought the mills in 1870. The tweed mill was destroyed by fire 1872 and then acquired by John Vicars in 1874 and moved to Marrickville in 1894. Much of the mill complex was destroyed during City Council resumptions for the construction of Day Street in 1915. 
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Fort Macquarie 
c 1870 

Fort Macquarie was built in 1821 on the end of Bennelong Point, where the Sydney Opera House now stands. Completed by convict labour using stone from the Domain, the fort had 15 guns and housed a small garrison. The powder magazine beneath the tower was capable of storing 350 barrels of gunpowder. The fort was demolished in 1901 to make way for the tramway sheds that occupied the site until the construction of Utzon’s masterpiece. 
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Sydney City and Suburban Sewage and Health Board: photographs, with excerpts from the final report of the committee appointed "To inquire into the state of crowded dwellings and areas in the city of Sydney and suburbs, so far as it affects public health" 
Nov-Dec 1875 

This photograph accompanied a scathing Government report into the city's sewerage system. Of these dwellings, it said, "Any one who may be curious to know how long Colonial timber will last, until, by the combined action of the elements, white ants, and other sources of destruction, it becomes triturated into powder, can satisfy their curiosity by ascertaining the date on which these houses were constructed. The corner house is occupied and used as a butcher's shop; it is a filthy stinking place..." 
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Free Public Library, corner of Bent & Macquarie Streets, Sydney 
1877 

In 1845 the Australian Subscription Library moved to the corner of Macquarie and Bent Streets. It was taken over by the Government in 1869 and renamed the Free Public Library of NSW. It was demolished for the Premier Wing of the State Office Block (1967). This in turn was demolished for the Aurora Place/Macquarie Apartments complex, which won both the Wilkinson and Sulam architecture awards in 2004. 
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Lyons Terrace, Liverpool Street, Sydney 
Undated, c 1875-1885 

In 1841, former convict and auctioneer Samuel Lyons built Lyons Terrace, a substantial row of elegant houses in Liverpool Street opposite Hyde Park. Each terrace cost $5000. The house on the extreme left was demolished in 1910 to make way for Wentworth Avenue. The next two became the Australian Picture Palace. The remaining terraces and the house on the right were demolished for the YWCA headquarters in 1923. Not all was lost. Lyons Terrace provided the cast-iron Ionic columns used by William Hardy at Eryldene, Gordon. 
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The Garden Palace, Sydney, NSW 
1880 

As a showpiece for Sydney's 1879 International Exhibition, the Garden Palace was built in the grounds of the Botanic Gardens. Designed by the colonial architect James Barnett, it stood over 64 metres high. Using the new electric arc lamp to enable construction around the clock, workers completed the timber building in just eleven months. It burnt to the ground in 1882. 
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Bond Street, looking West 
C 1884-1889 

The three-storey Australian Mutual Provident building (on left) was built in 1880. It was remodelled and enlarged in 19610 to become a six storey building. Further land was bought and in 1917-19 the building was extended to cover the entire Pitt, Bond Hamilton and Little George Streets block. It all disappeared under the Australia Square project in 1963. The island in the centre now accommodates the Dobell Memorial Sculpture by Bert Flugelman (known as the 'shish kebab'), transplanted from Martin Place in 1999. It is shown below.

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Royal Arcade 
C 1892 

The Royal Arcade ran from George Street near the markets, through to Pitt Street, near the School of Arts. Over 90 metres long, it was well lit, with a lofty clerestory and gas lamps. There were 31 shops on the ground floor, 36 offices on the first floor and a photographic studio above them at the George Street end. Of Sydney's five Victorian arcades, only the Strand survived twentieth century development, the Royal disappearing beneath the Hilton Hotel in the mid 1970s. 
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Fish Market Woolloomooloo – Sydney 
1892 

The Old Fish Markets at Bourke and Plunkett Streets Woolloomooloo were opened in 1871. They were extended and altered in 1888 and 1893 to cover the entire block bounded by Bourke, Plunkett, Forbes and Wilson Streets. Then known as the Eastern markets, they were demolished and replaced by the Astor Apartments in the 1960s. 
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Views taken during Cleansing Operations, Quarantine Area, Sydney, 1900, Vol. I / under the supervision of Mr George McCredie, F.I.A., N.S.W. 
1900 

The Bubonic Plague hit Sydney in January 1900 and within eight months 103 people were dead. Carried by rats, the plague spread throughout the waterfront streets. Quarantine areas were established from 24 March to 17 July and local residents were employed in cleansing and disinfecting operations, including the demolition of 'slum' buildings. In the end, nearly 53,000 metric tons of rubbish was dumped at sea or burnt and professional rat catchers killed over 34500 rats. 
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Nos 569-700 George Street, Sydney 
1924-1925 

Anthony Hordern's Palace Emporium was built in 1904, after a fire destroyed the original Haymarket store. The new building had frontages in George, Pitt and Goulburn Streets. Advertised as the largest emporium south of the Equator, those tore employed 4000 staff. The building was remodelled in 1933. It was demolished in the early 1980s, but the site lay dormant for twenty years. It is now the World Square complex, which contains the 84 storey World Tower. 
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National building, Nestle & Anglo-Swiss Condensed Milk Co., Norwich Chambers, 
ca. 1921-1927 

Despite the best efforts of these twin Atlases, carved in stone, the four-storey Norwich Building at the corner of Hunter and Bligh Streets was demolished in 1923. It was replaced by the ten-storey Metropolitan Building. This in turn disappeared in the 1960s rush to modernise Sydney 
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Houses, offices and St Stephen's Church (just visible to the left) were demolished to create Martin Place. The widening had begun in 1892, but the final section from Castlereagh Street to Macquarie Street was not completed until 1935. Historic Burdekin House, regarded as the grandest town house in Sydney, was demolished in 1933 to enable the relocation of the new St Stephen's Church from Phillip Street to Macquarie Street, Martin Place did not become a pedestrian plaza until 1969. 
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Demolishing Hoffnung's building, Pitt Street, Sydney 
15/11/1939 

Joe Dobson, seen here demolishing Hoffnung's building in Pitt Street, had been a demolisher for 15 years. The previous year, while demolishing the MLC building in Martin Place, he had fallen eight metres into a lift well. He broke both arms and his pelvis, but the experience did not seem to diminish his enthusiasm for the job.
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Theatre queue for Regent Theatre (taken for Fox Films) 
11/4/1946 

Many years in the planning, the Regent Theatre in George Street opened in 1928. Inside was a massive marble stairway adorned with fountains and statuary, leading to a long salon, furnished with gilt chairs and settees of the Louis XIV period. It was sold in 1972, as J.C. Williamsons needed money to rebuild Her Majesty's Theatre, destroyed by fire in 1970. Although classified by the National Trust, The Regent was demolished in 1989. A 48 storey residential glass tower facing Bathurst Street and a 33 storey tower of 180 serviced apartments on Kent Street is proposed for the site. 
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The art deco Rural Bank, on Martin Place between Phillip and Elizabeth Streets, was built in 1936. Despite public protest, it was demolished in 1983 to make way for the 40 storey State Bank Centre in 1985.
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Prince Edward Theatre, Castlereagh Street, Sydney 
14/1/1966 

The Prince Edward Theatre, in Castlereagh Street, between Martin Place and King Street, was built in 1924. One of the first lavish picture palaces, it lasted 40 years and was regarded as 'The Theatre Beautiful'. The entrance from Castlereagh Street led to a richly decorated marble corridor lined with alabaster urns full of fresh flowers. At the end, stairs rose to the auditorium, where 1500 patrons could be seated. The building was demolished without ceremony over several years in the 1960s to be replaced by BNP Paribas Center.
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Friday, August 28, 2020

Thought for the Day


Funny Friday


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Another Funny Friday, readers, and right off the bat (I will need to look into how that expression came to mean immediately) I will caution that the items below contain risqué content.  Don’t go further if you might be offended.

Some laughs and smiles for the beginning of spring, or autumn if you happen to be in the Northern hemisphere.

Stay safe, readers.

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SOME HUMOUR:

"I'm groping the balls of the storm."

The manager hesitated for a moment on the phone. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" he asked the newly hired immigrant worker.

"I...rub the storm...balls?" the man said, coughing.

Before he could ask again, the manager heard a little commotion on the line, followed by a younger voice.

"I'm so sorry, my father has been learning English. He won't be making it into work today because he's feeling sick."

"Oh! That's perfectly fine, but...what was the part about rubbing...storm balls...?"

The kid laughed. "We were working on popular English idioms this week. He was trying to say he's feeling under the weather."

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A blonde was speeding in a school zone when a local police officer pulled her over and walked up to the car. The officer also happened to be a blonde and she asked for the blonde's driver's license. The driver searched frantically in her purse for a while and finally said to the blonde policewoman, "What does a driver's license look like?" Irritated, the blonde cop said, "You dummy, it's got your picture on it!" The blonde driver frantically searched her purse again and found a small, rectangular mirror down at the bottom. She held it up to her face and said, "Aha! This must be my driver's license" and handed it to the blonde policewoman. The blonde cop looked in the mirror, handed it back to the driver and said, "You're free to go. And, if I had known you were a police officer too, we could have avoided all of this."
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To the man in the wheelchair that stole my camouflage jacket . . .

You can hide but you can’t run.

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A pothead goes to the local dealer.

He says: “Yo, gimme something new, something strong!”

“Alright man, this is the new product in the market. replies the dealer. It's called "Light-Dark".

“Light-Dark? Why?” asks the pothead.

“Just buy some, try it out, and you'll see why.”

The pothead buys the stuff, arrives at home and tells his dad “Eyy, Pops! I'm going out to the balcony for some fresh air.”

His dad approved, he gets  on the balcony, prepares a joint with the product, and starts smoking.

“Maaaan, this is really some good shit!” and suddenly, he sees light, dark. Light, dark. Light, dark.

The next day he goes to the dealer and says: “Yo, dude, you were right! This really is some good stuff, gimme some more!”

“Told you man! Here you go.”

The pothead arrives at home and tells his dad “Eyy, Pops! I'm going out to the balcony for some fresh air.”

“Are you going to be staying there for 3 days again, son?”

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FROM THE VAULT:

A journalist goes to a poor remote Russian village for a documentary.

He saw an old man and asked him to narrate a typical happy story of his village.

The old man smiled and began: "One day, a long time ago, my goat got lost in the mountains. As is our tradition, all the men of the village gathered to drink vodka first and then looked for the goat. When we finally found her, as is our tradition, we all drank some more vodka and all the men in the village each got their turn to mate with the goat. We had so much fun that day!"

The journalist realized that he couldn't publish such a story so he asked the old man if he had another happy story.

The old man smiled again and started all over again: "Once, my neighbour’s wife got lost in the mountains. As per our tradition, all of the village's men gathered to drink vodka and then went to look for her. As is our tradition, when we finally found her, all the men in the village got their turn to mate with the neighbour’s wife. We had great fun that day!"

The journalist couldn't publish that story either and therefore asked: "Don't you have a story that is less happy; something... umm ... sadder?"

The old man's smile faded. His eyes welled up..... In a sad, soft voice he began:

“One day I got lost in the mountains.....”

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LIMERICK OF THE WEEK:

Last week I posted some of the god-awful limericks of Edward Lear, who popularised the poetic format in the mid 1800s, and some of the parodies of specific limericks by Lear.

The poet Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)  and his band of merry men liked to attack the bland and mediocre, which included writing parodies of Lear’s limericks.  Some of those in the future.

Which is not to say that Swinburne wasn’t an excellent poet in his own right, as evidenced by his being the author of the following famous classic I have posted previously (whenever the place name comes up in programs such as Escape to the Country I make a point of quoting it to Kate):

There was a girl from Aberystwyth
Who brought grain to the mill to get grist with.
The miller's son, Jack.
Laid her flat on her back
And united the organs they pissed with.

Now that’s poetry!

But I digress.

Another poet in the Lear mould who deserved to be parodied was A C Hilton, the author of “Young Gourmand of Johns”, whose limerick dates from 1872 and refers to the tradition of eating swan in St. John’s College:

There was a young gourmand of Johns,
Who'd a notion of dining on swans.
To the Backs he took big nets
To capture the cygnets,
But was told they were kept for the dons.

Swinburne and Co did parody it:

There was a young man of St. John’s
Who wanted to bugger the swans.
But the loyal hall porter
Said, “Sir take my daughter,
Them swans are reserved for the dons.”

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GALLERY:








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CORN CORNER:

A man walks into an Indian restaurant. The waiter asks, “have you ever ordered here before?”

The man replies, “No, I haven’t.”

The waiter continues, “We’re a little different here. Before you order, I need you read and sign this form,” and he hands a piece of paper to the man.

The man squints at the paper and reads the single sentence, “We have naan at this restaurant.” The man looked up, puzzled, and asked why he needed to sign this worthless statement.

The waiter replied, impatiently, “Just sign the naan disclosure agreement and we can move on.”

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I wrote a list down of people I hate on a piece of paper.

I later found out my roommate used that list to roll his joint.

Now he’s high on that list of people I hate.

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Why didn't the green pepper practice archery?
Because it didn't habanero.

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I've got a great joke about construction...
but I'm still working on it.

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My friend didn’t believe me that Slash was in AC/DC . . .
C’mon, he is right there in the middle.

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I don't know why the beautiful attendant at IKEA reported me to the police.
All I asked was, "How much for one night stand?"

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So I was working my usual shift when a woman sat down next to me and said “Hit me.”

I, of course, said “No way! I’m not a violent person!”

She got mad and kept telling me to hit her so, I did.

Anyway, I don’t work for the casino anymore

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Thursday, August 27, 2020

Thought for the Day


Some Tongue-Twisters




A tongue-twister is a phrase that is designed to be difficult to articulate properly, and can be used as a type of spoken (or sung) word game. Some tongue-twisters produce results that are humorous (or humorously vulgar) when they are mispronounced, while others simply rely on the confusion and mistakes of the speaker for their amusement value. 

- Wikipedia 





Tongue Twisters- letters of the alphabet- poems by CreativeKidsDC

Tongue-Twisters have been around for hundreds of years,  They were especially popular in the 19th century, although the term was only coined in 1895. 

Everyone knows “She sells sea shells by the sea shore” but few know that it was originally published in 1850 as a diction exercise. 

Likewise the tongue-twister that is regarded as the most famous: 

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. 
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. 
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, 
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? 

Not many know that the earliest version of this tongue twister was published in Peter Piper's Practical Principles of Plain and Perfect Pronunciation by John Harris (1756–1846) in London in 1813, which includes a one name tongue-twister for each letter of the alphabet in the same style. However, the rhyme was apparently known at least a generation earlier. 

I have previously quoted, in respect of limericks, an accurate observation by an anonymous poet:

The limerick packs laughs anatomical 
Into space that is quite economical. 
But the good ones I've seen 
So seldom are clean 
And the clean ones so seldom are comical. 

Likewise with tongue-twisters. 

Some of us at the office were messing about with tongue-twisters last week, the aim of course being not to get it wrong and speak the vulgarity. You will hear worse in films, listening to standup comics on Youtube and hearing young people speak to each other these days. But they’re fun (the tongue-twisters, I mean). 

Here are some for you to attempt with work colleagues, at the family dinner table or when visiting the in-laws . . . 

(By the way, the Pheasant Plucker and his son will be the subject of a “From the Vault” post at a future date, so don’t let me know that I missed it.) 

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I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop. 
Where she sits she shines, and where she shines she sits. 

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One smart fellow; he felt smart. 
Two smart fellows; they felt smart. 
Three smart fellows; they all felt smart. 

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Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers. 

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I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit. 

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Mrs Puggy Wuggy has a square cut punt. 
Not a punt cut square, 
Just a square cut punt. 
It’s round in the stern and blunt in the front. 
Mrs Puggy Wuggy has a square cut punt.

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Enjoy.

Stay safe.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Quote for the Day


I read the news today, oh boy . . .



Teaching your grandmother how to suck eggs . . . 

Well, no, that’s not what this item is about, it means telling someone how to do something when that someone has even more experience in how to do it. 

Such as when the Americans tell us Aussies how to pronounce the name of one of our native animals, and then get it wrong anyway. 

Over in the US a woman’s pet emu went missing, having learned to open the latch on its enclosure with its beak. American media organisation NPR reported on it in its radio program The Weekend Edition, pronouncing the name of the animal as “ee-moo”. Now everyone in Oz, from the youngest to the oldest, knows that it’s pronounced “ee-mew”. After all, it’s part of the Oz coat of arms . . . 


. . . and we’ve grown up listening to John Williamson sing about Old Man Emu – click on the link: 

NPR and the segment presenter, Stu Rushfield, said not so, it’s pronounced “ee-moo”, despite what the Twitter responders said. Rushfield calimed victory in a tweet, declaring: 

BIG EMU NEWS! After discussions with editors &the NPR RAD team (Research, Archives & Data), the ruling is that ee-moo wins!! The OED’s pronunciation favors ee-mew, this is one of the common words for which NPR doesn't have a standard pronunciation for, & ee-moo is acceptable. 

The US embassy in Australia was more cluey on the subject: 

"After much community consultation, the U.S. Mission Australia will be adopting the ee-mew pronunciation in all future emu-related alliance matters #USwithAUS.: 

Source: 
Canberra Times 
24 August 2020 


By the way:

It is believed that the origin of the phrase “teaching your grandmother how to suck eggs” derives from the fact that before the advent of modern dentistry many elderly people had very bad teeth, or no teeth, so that the simplest way for them to eat protein was to poke a pinhole in the shell of a raw egg and suck out the contents; therefore, a grandmother was usually already a practised expert on sucking eggs and didn't need anyone to show her how to do it.

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It’s not finger lickin’ good any more . . . 

Global fast food giant KFC says it is halting its "Finger Lickin' Good" slogan given the current hygiene advice because of the coronavirus pandemic. "We find ourselves in a unique situation - having an iconic slogan that doesn't quite fit in the current environment," the company said. 

It has altered its packaging with the phrase obscured but KFC said the phrase would return when the time was right. The company revealed its new look is to pixilate the offending words, now its chicken is just “good”: 


Source 
BBC News 
25 August 2020 

Some KFC street art: 


Anti-Tony Abbot election posters in 2013 



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BBC bosses have come up with a plan to keep and bring back to the BBC the millions of people in the coveted 18-34 age group, who currently prefer streaming services such as Netflix. The great plan? To change the name. 

The Beeb wants to scrap the term BBC Television in favour of BBC Screen. It has already happened to the Beeb’s radio a message on the BBC’s website on June 26 confirmed that BBC Radio & Music Production was being relaunched as BBC Audio. 

Source: 
The Sun 
23 August 2020 

It reminds me of an Abraham Lincoln quote which I have sometimes used in discussing matters with clients: 


It is particularly apt as the US heads towards its next Presidential election. 

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WTF #1 . . . 

A 20-year-old Michigan woman with special needs who was found alive at a funeral home on Sunday was about to be embalmed when mortuary staff saw that her eyes were open, according to the family's attorney. 

The woman, identified by the lawyer as Timesha Beauchamp, is currently clinging to life on a ventilator at a Detroit hospital, more than 24 hours after she was mistakenly pronounced dead. 

Source: 
Daily Mail UK 
25 August 2020 


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WTF #2 . . . 

A woman was arrested in Florida yesterday after she allegedly beat her father after becoming incensed by his excessive flatulence inside their home, police documents show. 

Nicole Dozois, 40, was arrested at home along 130th Avenue in North Largo, near to Tampa Bay, in the early hours of Sunday morning. Police were called to the home just after 2am when Dozois reportedly became ‘angry’ with her father, Michael Dozois, ‘due to his flatulence’ while she was trying to sleep. 

According to police, Dozois and her 59-year-old father share a bedroom inside the home. A heated argument ensued between the pair, with the verbal altercation allegedly quickly turning physical. Dozois then reportedly punched her father ‘numerous times’ in the face, an affidavit says. 


Source: 
Daily Mail UK 
25 August 2020 

Some reader comments attached to the above story: 

Seems reasonable 

Well if you can't fart in your own bedroom, what’s the world coming too? 

That police report belongs in hillbilly headline history books. Fart one more time ... I'm gonna punch you in the head daddy. 

Hey dad, Mel Brooks is on the phone... 

The one who smelt it, dealt it. 

Her cell mate better not be a ripper. 

Flatulence is the least of her problems 

Ahh, Florida. Go figure. 

Living with Dad is a real blast! Just don't light a match! 

It’s bad enough that she lives with her father, but she shares a bedroom with him, that is so eeew. 

She ought to have more respect for the old fart! 

Into each life some gas must pass... 

Before punching him in the face she should have had a moment of introspection and decided to stop pulling his finger every time he asked. 

Close family 

He forgot to mask it by speaking at the same time....gooooobaaaacckk....to sleep 

No matter how much you talk it's not going to mask the stinky smell within 5/30 seconds. 

i hope they weren't sharing a bed too 

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