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John Powell recalls characters who regaled the crowds at London’s Speakers’ Corner.
To read more of John's columns please click on http://www.openwriting.com/archives/words_from_adelaide/
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John Powell recalls characters who regaled the crowds at London’s Speakers’ Corner.
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John Powell recalls in hilarious detail the day he got stuck in a 'dumb waiter' lift at his grandma's house.
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John Powell is impressed by the Meteora monasteries, which are set atop 1,800 ft peaks – but he fails to find meditative peace and quiet.
...I knew a London family with the surname of Flowers. So what happened? Yes, you've guessed it; they called their unfortunate son, Chrysanthemum and their daughter, Violet, and, wait for it, a second daughter, Bluebell...
John Powell, aghast and amused in equal measure, tells of the crazy names imposed on children.
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...We all set off in his 4 wheel-drive, along the dusty, unsealed road, a cloud of dust 100 metres long trailing behind us...
John Powell is taken for a little drive in the Australian bush.
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...In I went to be ushered into a waiting room with serious, silent people, mentally debating which to do first; bolt for it, say their prayers or go to the toilet as apprehension took hold. Our party of twelve was then formed and taken to a briefing room, given an alcohol breath-test and asked to sign a paper, which said something about if I fell off the bridge and was killed then I promised not to come back and sue them...
John Powell climbs the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge.
...What a huge country is Australia! Lovable in its harsh desolation...
John Powell views the vast Australian outback on an air tour.
John Powell weeps for the Lebanon he knew fifty years ago - a place where people of all religions mixed socially and were at peace with one another.
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...So, here it is, another damned Manual, obviously dictated by a Japanese to a Mongolian migrant in Spain by the looks of it. When they don't know how to say it in English they use fluent gobbledegook. For example:
Turn the SEL to digital, (Note; this does not apply to models CCD-TRV208E/CCD-TRV408E nor TRV model prior 1999)...
John Powell tells of the joys of the Remote Control life.
...Thankfully, my walk through the Siq was in solitude; I was able to wander with my thoughts and to lose myself in atmosphere and imagination as I walked in the footsteps of history. Encased within the majestic, beautifully picturesque, red-brown cliffs towering above me I heard the sound of chariot wheels clattering on the stone paving as the charioteer braced himself for balance and slowing as a camel-train carrying silks, brocades, incense and spices, stopped for him to pass: then a party of Roman Legionnaires marched up the Siq for guard duties….It was magic...
John Powell visits Petra, a city that was the central point for controlling the Spice and Silk Routes.
...Clutching a supermarket plastic bag very possessively, he squeezed his huge frame, with some difficulty, into the narrow airliner-seat which, as we all know, is designed for the dimensions of a six-year-old kid. At once he overflowed. His flabby arm buried mine, hitherto resting quite peacefully on the arm-rest. It was like being engulfed by a tsunami and, hastily, with a gigantic tug, I relinquished my territorial claim...
John Powell tells of of an outsize airline passenger with nasty habits.
...The urinals were dripping water with such energetic spurts that one would have had to wear a salmon fisherman’s waders to be able to utilize the facility. The attendant stood there, proudly, showing a mouthful of gleaming teeth below his walrus moustache, and armed with a large plumber’s suction pad to signify his area of expertise...
John Powell goes on a day trip to Mexico.
John Powell tells of falconry and hunting gazelle in the deserts of Syria and Iraq.
When the ebullient John Powell decides to again try his hand at musicianship, you are guaranteed a chuckle with every drum beat.
John Powell paints an enticing word portrait of a Greek island.
OK, so you have the right words to bedazzle colleagues in management meetings - but you need more than words when it comes to hanging a picture?
John Powell tells how the not-so-handy can still get the better of a handyman.
John Powell visits the Gallipoli battlefields on Anzac Day.
John Powell continues his memories of joyous boyhood days while on holiday in Herne Bay.
...Our feet soon became accustomed to running on the pebbled beach; we found that when we let our young feet sink into the pebbles it didn't hurt that much anyway. Who cared? We were with our friends again and taking out the rowing boats; riding our bikes; climbing trees in Blean Woods; climbing the cliffs at Westcliffe or fishing off the Hampton jetty, catching nothing but such fun throwing our lines out; or it was decided, by unanimous vote, to ride our bikes to the park to fly our model aeroplanes. ..
John Powell tells of happy family holidays at Herne Bay in the 1930s - an age when children made their own entertainment rather than waiting for it to be provided for them.
John Powell finds out what it is like to be airborne in a "flying Go-Kart''.
John Powell reveals that there's more to a name than meets the eye - or a well-aimed pepper pot.
John Powell tells of fraught times and excellent hospitality during a visit to Jordan.
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John Powell, with literary tongue firmly in cheek, applies Feng Shui to do-it-yourself furniture.
...Athens is still a traffic-congested cement city with high-rise apartments in every available space, each with a balcony, many being enhanced with pleasing green shrubs breaking the monotony of the everlasting cement. Unfortunately, the habit of shaking blankets, curtains and tablecloths from the balcony can lead to minor dust storms on those below...
John Powell tells of expansive experiences in the Greek capital.
...She shouted at the top of her screeching voice, for the whole store to hear, “Melissa! MELISSA! THIS MAN WANTS TO BUY HIS BRA, CAN YOU COME AND HELP HIM ?” About 50 pairs of female eyes were now staring at me, and 25 mouths, all talking at once, as they discussed this transvestite pervert—me...
John Powell, fulfilling his duties as an errand boy for his incapacitated wife, ventures under potest into the bra secion of a large store.
...And then the magic moment: I had been keeping my hand on the dual-controlled joystick, feeling Roger's movements reacting to the sailplane, when he said, ‘Right, John, take over for a bit if you like.’ If I like? My oath! I liked...
John Powell experiences the joy of taking to the air in a sailplane.
...For the first ten minutes Tom would sit, very seriously, applying resin up and down the bow explaining to me, in learned fashion, that this improves the tone of the instrument. I wondered how it sounded without it. Next, Tom would struggle to adjust his crotch area, in embarrassing fashion, so that he could then stretch his little legs sufficiently and beyond the normal call of duty, enabling him to wrap them around the huge cello...
The irrepressibly good-humoured John Powell recalls having to sit-in on his brother's cello lessons.
...I was puzzled by the Hipsters. There is no opening in the front. (Men, as you may know, or should know, have openings in the front). This absence calls for the most ridiculous contortions; knees bendings and leg liftings together with facial grimaces beyond belief, when the occasions call, indeed, manoeuvres so demanding that I inevitably get severe cramps before success is achieved...
John Powell - no slouch he - went out and bought himself some Hipsters to celebrate his 82nd birthday. But South Sea Island Aqua? And Golden Sunburst? Colours such as those could only end up in one place.
John Powell, writing with great gusto and good humour, considers the debt we owe to those ancient Greek thinkers - Mr Archimedes, Mr Pythogaras, and that ilk.
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