An apocryphal Parable of the Good Samaritan, for post-Lindt Chocolat Cafe Hashtaggers.

“30 A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.
“31 And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
“32 And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.
“33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him.”
(The missing bit: After the Priest and the Levite there came the Social Worker, who likewise looked on the man. He cried out in great voice, saying “The people who did this to you NEED HELP!”.)


I’m back!

Personal issues dealt with, yours truly, the Harry Jago of modern blogging, returns!

General Sir John Monash

Looking for Geoffrey Serle’s epic biography of this greatest of my country’s generals. Hard to find.
The First World War general who could gain victory — at a cost that didn’t outrage the very meaning of the word victory.


It gets on everything. Any white plastic in your kitchen?
Not in mine any longer. Flaming yellow wherever the turmeric touched.
At least I can say Professor J and myself enjoyed a good curry, inauthentic though it was, because of wine. A sort of Rogan Bourgignon.

Getting used to WordPress…

Dear Reader,
Yes, you.
You’ll have noticed some duplicate posts and links that don’t go anywhere — the spoor of the neophyte blogger.
I’m getting better, I hope. Thank you for your patience.