Having received a solemn promise, from the Anzac Day badge-sellers manning the stall at the local shops last weekend, that the cannon at the local RSL would be let off at precisely 12.30 today, it was a bit of a letdown to hear it fired about ten minutes early as we were walking there. Arriving on the scene I smelled sulphur in the air and observed lots of excitingly charred knots of newspaper lying about on the ground. But no further cannon-shooting transpired. Ah well.
I guess deep down I knew they wouldn't be able to wait until 12.30.
Wednesday 25 April 2007
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At midnight on New Years Eve with lots of explosions going off I fired a shot into a neighbour's pine tree. It was dark of course, and about thirty metres range, but I'm sure I hit it.
(People "let off", cannons fire!)
Ripped off! How disappointment. But premature ejaculation is not uncommon in these cases, I guess.
And where were the biscuits, I asks you?
Did you complain bitterly to someone?
Only to you and everyone else on the internets.
These old people today, only thinking about themselves, it certainly wasn't like that in my day. *shakes head sadly, dunks biscuit in tea*
We spend a week at Port Fairy every summer and every year we miss the cannon firing at Battery Park... I don't know the significance of the firing. The place we stay is about 500 metres away from the cannon so we are always reading on the beach or having a cup of tea or something, hear the bang and say to each other "Yes, missed it again."
We really should have anticipated a pre-emptive strike, though.
Shh..don't let the American's know you have weapons of mass destruction in your new neighbourhood!
That's a brilliant sign in the second picture. So clear, yet ambiguous.
"Authorised personnel only to charge artillery: see Cmdr., Light Brigade"
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