A short return to Cosmopolitan Life.

With the new foot-rest car we felt reinvigorated and wanted to take the Peugeot for a spin to the big smoke. Our home stomping ground was the inner city of Sydney when we were still young, foolish, reckless and desperate to be seen as part of something we thought would swing on forever. After many decades this ‘’swing’’ has now morphed into an afternoon ‘’snore’’. But as Peugeot lovers would say, c’ est la vie.

With my foot firmly on its designated rest and La Marseillaise in the CD player; (Arise children of the fatherland. The day of glory has arrived. Against us tyranny’s. Bloody standard is raised. Listen to the sound). We left just before lunch.

No yet familiar with all the knobs and levers of the car I thought it best to put everything possible on automatic. Did you know that cars have climate control? I put it on automatic, not wishing to get a tornado developing above the back seat. The same with speed control which I put on a comfortable 97 km per h. You’ve just got to give it to the French, so much sophistication and joie de vivre inside a metal box that rolls around on wheels. When I get back home again, I’ll look up Paris appartements en la arrondissement de 3 ou 4.

Our car had a log book in which I found that the seats were made of ‘’genuine’’ leather. Is leather more leather if it is genuine? Are there leathers around that are dishonest and not genuine? Lately there are some puzzling descriptions around. There is a company selling ‘’organic’’ water. Don’t tell me water is now also made of PVC. I hope we are not being swindled out of one of the last natural resource, just water. It is bad enough seeing ads by MacDonald’s making one believe that by eating their salty fatty food it transforms us into such robust health we end up leaping over farm fences and riding Canadian white water rapids in rubber boats.

You wonder when it will be that the world will recognize it is not Syria that is the enemy but the large Multi-National purveyors of death and destruction, the pushers of fast food and sugar laden drinks. Look at the world’s Shopping Malls where millions of masticating jaws are grazing out of polystyrene containers, racing to an early diabetic death.

But…back to Mrs Euphoria and the glorious Peugeot trip to our wild unfettered, still saucepan free and tempestuous past.

As we got closer to the stomping ground of our reckless youth, a feeling of exultation of spirit, already soaring as a result from the patriotic CD and the sultry climate inside our Peugeot, reached a new peak. We parked and noticed a lovely old pub, The Newtown Hotel, just across the road. We noticed many students and their professors sunning themselves on the upstairs very ornate cast iron railed balcony sipping schooners of healthy Cooper’s brooding ales. It all looked just as we remembered. We were swinging once more.

What the heck, (we thought) we are just like them, no difference and clambered up the stairs, one step at the time, and ordered two schooners of heavy Ale with garlic prawns and a pumpkin pizza and feta cheese. Straight away another schooner and for H un peu de Chenin Blanc. We whooped it up. The music was cathartic too, student hips were swaying and the bearded professors started leering. More Ale and Chenin.

On the way home, the climate control had a job keeping my claps of thunder away, let alone flashing bolts of intestinal attacks of indigestion and not an anti-acid automatic button in sight. This music really helped.

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17 Responses to “A short return to Cosmopolitan Life.”

  1. Andrew Says:

    One of your finest, Gerard. I chuckled all the way through. And what could be better than to round the day off with Jones the Voice singing Delilah – and in Cardiff too. I hope you have some CDs of the Treorchy Male Voice Choir. They do a stunning rendition of Cwm Rhondda. I’m still not convinced by the French though. If Peugeot can invent climate control why are we still worried about global warning, now banned in Australia under the new totalitarian regime?


    • berlioz1935 Says:

      “why are we still worried about global warning, now banned in Australia under the new totalitarian regime?”

      Well said Andrew. We must be masochist that we have voted in such a government of dummies for dummies.

      Did you hear how Abbott is stopping the boats? He will stop as from now the press releases of their arrivals.

      Have you ever wondered why the German people, after the war, claimed they had never heard of the Concentration camps? Here is the answer! That other totalitarian regime never issued a press release about them.


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Thank you Andrew.
      Yes, you got it in one. I’ll bet Tony Abbott will legislate for all of us to live inside a Peugeot and solve climate change forever.
      I’ll now try and find Treorchy Male Voice Choir.


  2. berlioz1935 Says:

    With the Marseillaise ringing in your ears and a French foot rest on wheels you must have been feeling like Bonaparte on his conquer Sydney campaign. Drinking Tasmanian ale instead of Vin français gave you indigestion. The gods knew you were faking it and it was their Revanche. Instead of Tom Jones you should have played Piaff’s “non je ne regrette rien” instead it would have calmed the gods.


  3. Lottie Nevin Says:

    A rollocking good story. The motors maiden voyage (save for the driver’s chronic indigestion) sounds like a lot of good fun.


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      The garlic prawns were nice. Bet you are lusting after fresh salads with grated apple and chopped up fresh beetroots, red onions, yoghurt. Spain has plenty of stone fruit too. No more nasi puti or pisang goreng.


  4. petspeopleandlife Says:

    Ah your new auto. What a trip down memory lane only to get a bad case of indigestion. Gerard, that is the price one pays when eating things that are no longer good for the golden oldies. (elerdly folks I mean.) As for your “dictator like head of government all I can think of is “God save the ignorant” that voted him into office.


  5. gerard oosterman Says:

    You are telling me. At least Helvi stuck to a nice healthy pizza. Those deep fried prawns with garlic were the killer and the schooners.
    Still, the indigestion has subsided for now. Thank you Petspeopleandlife.


  6. solidgoldcreativity Says:

    Tom Jones and Delilah … magic.


  7. kaytisweetlandrasmussen83 Says:

    Vive la two mature swingers! Glad you two made it home in one piece. But the prawns do sound delicious! I’m not sure about the pumpkin pizza.


  8. hilarycustancegreen Says:

    As I was being shaken awake by the Marseillaise (it’s my bedtime too), I was wondering if I had the skill to put up Piaf’s Milord… and I see someone is ahead of me. That’s better, I will have better dreams with this. Great post, I am feeling particularly sympathetic as we had a day in London followed, in my case, by a tummy bug.
    Let’s just pray that the Internet outwits Abott’s scary press suppression plans.


  9. gerard oosterman Says:

    I love Piaf’s singing. Someone, a few years ago put on a play based on her life.
    Autumn must be well on its way in the UK.
    As for Abbott. He has put a clamp on information about boat people, and the Governor of Christmas Island is threatening to resign over this.
    When the previous ALP government spoke about how the Murdoch Press and their henchmen were influencing the outcome of the election, it was Abbott who protested against any interference and hailed ‘freedom of press’ as the foundation of democracy.
    It seems different now, does it not?


  10. Patti Kuche Says:

    I’m not sure I am going to be able to keep up with you and H when you visit NY!


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