The mention of Belanglo and the nervous nellies reminded me of a well lubricated discussion at a party that started with the dangers of free camping out in the donga. Now I teased you with that notion of chopping down the Belanglo forest and at first bite it sounds a ridiculous notion, but then you contrast it with the near universal community support for the actual demolition of that Port Arthur restaurant and similar calls for same to the Snowtown bank building. We quicklyhad a lively debate on our hands. Essentially it split along lines of the 'feelings' sheilas vs rationalising blokes although the line did get crossed and the more examples that got tossed around and the more you pobed individual reactions, the fuzzier it got for some.
Now I'm firmly the rational technical type bloke and ghosties, ghoulies, lady luck, black cats, horoscopes, etc are just so much mumbo jumbo, although I can see the sense in not walking under ladders without a hard hat on site. I knew the missus was the adventurous type first date for a ride on the mobike (you can pick em the first corner if they're leaning the wrong way stiff as a board) but she and some of the girlfriends are into crytals, pendulumns or whatever occasionally which makes a rational bloke shake his head. Nevertheless she prefers free camping to the cara park and although she gets up me for ignoring some of the warning signs she does enjoy telling the girlfriends about her adventures. An old schoolfriend teacher won't have a bar of it although teacher hubby likes the outdoors but with 2 daughters like mum has had to be content with taking his HS kids away camping instead. So a mixed bunch and the missus has been away with the GFs overseas while we blokes head for the bush. One single, very independent and well travelled exec GF has no qualms about travelling on her own OS but puzzled me when the missus happily snapped petrified people in Pompei but she couldn't bear the thought. This when I'd had had her pegged as less 'feely' than the missus so perhaps she switches off when Aunty warns the following program depicts images of deceased aboriginals, etc.
Plain truth is statistically you're taking a mjor risk to life and limb swinging out on the highway. We're immune to the daily carnage on our roads but not some malevelent evil act it seems and then the mumbo jumbo of our ancestors kicks in but any ambo dealing with the reality would have a wry grimace at any such superstitious nonsense.
Well round and round the examples went with the lubrication. You barracked for knocking over the Port Arthur restaurant? What about knocking down Port Arthur itself if you know anything about its history? Umm well that's different like chopping down Belanglo. You sheilas like trotting around Europe, so what if our ancestors knocked down the Tower of London, The Coliseum, Auschwitz, or the Pyramids, you'd have nothing left to look at with your mumbo jumbo superstition. Aww don't be ridiculous that's different. Yeah well at some stage it gets ridiculous or just a bit fuzzy but the acid test of your superstition is whether or not you agreed this couple should have got their money back and is now firmly entrenched in convict land RE Law-
http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2004/10/04/1096871816447.htmlWhat say you to the acid test? These folks should get their money back or don't be ridiculous?
See ya at Belanglo
