Once again it is the end of October and for three weeks, an outdoor sculpture exhibition is held along the ocean walkway between Bondi and Tamarama beach. I attended the exhibition on the last Sunday of its opening–the third of November. Sydney has been experiencing a great amount of smoke haze, generated by bush fires in the Blue Mountains. Smoke is blown all over the Sydney area and is held in place due to temperature inversions, until strong breezes blow it out to sea. Unfortunately, this Sunday was one of the worst. It was also coupled with hot temperatures and some humidity.

The brown haze obscured the brilliant blue sky which acts as a wonderful backdrop to the sculptures displayed on the rocky cliffs.

Here are just a few of the exhibits in the exhibition–



Typical of many of the exhibits are large size objects. These are always interesting and photo worthy. This one was made quite easily out of metal. Its size is indicated by the people roaming around it.


There are some sculptures which defy explanation and  are just curious to look at. Perhaps this one captures the carefree attitude of children, at the beach, by showing one blowing a large bubble gum. The red colour makes it stand out against the usually brilliant blue sky.



There are always a number of funny sculptures that most find hilarious and entertaining. this is one of the best for this year. It is so absurd and surreal, that you can’t help staring at it and trying to figure out what it is all about. The artist also makes you think about the weight on the skeleton’s back. How can it support an apparent rock on a bike and riding up a post. the whole precarious juxtaposition of the subject is intriguing and clever. You wonder how the artist managed to stick the whole thing together. It is exposed to the wind and has to be robust to withstand the wind gusts that can occur on this cliff face.

You really shouldn't lay out in the sun. You will crack up and go grey.

You really shouldn’t lay out in the sun. You will crack up and go grey.

This was a very realistic sculpture of two people laying down with a small baby between them. Over the weeks, it deteriorated and fragments started to flake off.

This looked like a large replica of the Earth, as viewed from space. However, it was rubbish plastic pieces, stuck together to make a sphere.

This looked like a large replica of the Earth, as viewed from space. However, it was rubbish plastic pieces, stuck together to make a sphere.

There are many discarded bits of plastic that find themselves left and washed up on a beach. This exhibits was demonstrating just how many there are left on Sydney beaches.

If you look closely, you will see the North American and South American continents outlined, using the many bits of coloured plastic.


Viewed close up, it looks like a stylised water spray.

Viewed close up, it looks like a stylised water spray.

Something as ordinary as plastic conduit can appear artistic, when arranged in a specific fashion. The simplicity of the material just adds to the curiosity of how the human mind organises it into a shape

This plastic sphere, below, mesmerised a lot of people and won the people’s choice award for best exhibit. It was filled with water and inverted the view of what was in font of it. As the waves rolled in , the image moved. The uniqueness of it and the movement captivated everyone who viewed the exhibit.

This sphere was about 1.5 metres in diameter and filled with water.

This sphere was about 1.5 metres in diameter and filled with water.


By the time this iceberg landed on the beach, it had melted considerably.

By the time this iceberg landed on the beach, it had melted considerably.

There was also an iceberg, made entirely of styrene foam. It appears reasonably convincing. The juxtaposition of sand and ice help to make this exhibit interesting.



Channel Nine, Sydney, Australia, has to be joking if it seriously thinks it can revive Big Brother. So many people were glad to see the end of that mega boring, amateurish show. It only appealed to a certain demographic of youngish people who were renting and found some sympathy with some of the house’s occupants. But for the rest of us normal mainstream audience, it was tedious, dull, motionless and had poor camera angles , due to the nature of the show. It really wasn’t a program that should have been on television. It was more of a social experiment that should have remained in the psychology department of a university. Because there were no real proper actors and scripts, the dialogue became sluggish and people always seemed exhausted, due to being cooped up with each other. In fact, it was sick and inhumane to a great extent. And it was never real or candid, since the occupants knew they were being watched. Some played up and some were shy. All in all, it was immensely annoying and the whole production fell way below the standard, television audiences had come to expect from commercial television programs. Only people who can put up with amateurs, could endure the garbage that driveled out of that house on a daily basis. And that was the worst aspect of the whole enterprise. It continued on day after day and the Network kept on pumping out inordinate amounts of hyped up publicity about every insignificant event in the human peep show zoo. It really took on a perverted turn after some weeks. I don’t know why people allowed themselves to be subjected to such psychological torture.

Big Brother has had its day. It absolutely bored the tears out of so many people, in the end, they just couldn’t watch it any longer. Unlike quiz shows which can be revived, for another year or so now and then, the Big Brother concept (and house)should be buried in concrete and dumped way out in the ocean, a hundred kilometres off the coast of Australia–never to be hauled out on prime time television screens again.

But this isn’t the only clanger, James Packer and his band of pathetic executives are trying to force onto the general public. At the moment, a show about how his father, Kerry Packer, developed one day cricket was made. What a puff piece of egotism for the Packer family. As if the so called invention of one day cricket is interesting enough to turn into a television program. All this publicity about the Packer family contribution to Australia is as bad when the Packers used to promote the hell out of their America’s cups challengers with their yacht–Gretel. This was just massive egotism at work, way back then. Now, James Packer has found a new family angle, to milk all the undue adulation from the public. Surely people are going to see this for what it is–a unnecsessry waste of money to place Kerry Packer on some sort of pedestal in Australian television history.
This has to be the greatest waste of money since Allan bond bought channel nine, over a decade ago , for the inflated price of one billion dollars. The show is only going to appeal to the cricket fraternity who love boring slow-moving events–like cricket. It’s the greatest, hyped up and underserved tribute a son can give to a father. James Packer really has lost the plot with this one and the revival of Big Brother. He really doesn’t know what to do with his money. Just like when he hired Eddie Macquire to be General Manager of Channel Nine.  Eddie Macquire fired a whole group of people in the news room. Then had the hide to take the sports show over to Germany for the big World Soccer final. It was a fizzer. It was only an excuse for Macquire and his cronies to get an overseas holiday, at Channel Nine’s expense. Macquire overestimated the interest in soccer in this country. His sackings were just a stereotyped frightening tactic that an imbecile uses to induce fear into the staff at Channel Nine. In the end, he realised he didn’t know what he was doing or he was pushed to go and allowed to bow out gracefully by resigning. Anyhow it just shows that James Packer chose him based on friendship or an over inflated assessment of Macquire’s abilities. Once again, with these new projects, James Packer is listening to nit wits with small-minded views of what the majority want to watch on television. He only is listening to a closed circle of dim wits with decadent imaginations and no creativity. Both projects are doomed to be worthless flops and ratings downers.


When is the onslaught of insignificant stories about Lara Bingle ever going to end? This trumped up nobody has the nerve, now, to appear in a whole television show, all about her life on a daily basis. And to add more boredom and super-ego puff dust to the mix, she includes her even more nobody brother, family and friends. Don’t watch the pathetic event. It’s bad enough that promos pop up on the television, about this crap new show, while you are watching your own favourite program. The only thing this show is going to prove is–just how bloody boring Lara Bingle really is!!

In Australia, the television audience was first introduced to this stumpy, bland and unremarkable dwarf through a “Tourism Australia” commercial. The advertisement was intended for overseas audiences. It failed and was an embarrassment on two accounts. Firstly, Lara Bingle is hardly what you would call sexy enough to appear in such an important commercial. Sophie Monk is sexy. Kimberly Davies is sexy. Lara Bingle promoted an image of a stumpy, immature and unremarkable face to the world. Secondly, the use of the phrase – “Where the bloody hell are you?” was amateurish and unprofessional. She can not be held accountable for that mistake. The writer of the advertisement can take that responsibility. You could walk down the street, in Australia, and find plenty of better looking girls/females who aren’t as short and stumpy as she is or appeared in that commercial. She is not representative of the beach girl of Australia. She just happened to have had contacts in the industry that catapulted into this position. They must be so mediocre and inbred, to have chosen her as typical of the best of the beach type girls, here in Australia.

There is another infamous instance of this type of thing happening in Australia, in recent years. A so called model–Chloe Maxwell, was selected to promote a famous jeans label. She was unremarkable, gawky, clumsy and just plain all round amateurish. Are certain sections of the advertising media third rate in Australia, or just pathetic?

Getting back to boring Bingle. Over the recent years , we the viewing public, have had to endure news stories of her crappy love affairs with athletes. She became just a big hanger on to other celebrities in the news and in the sports world. A massive amount of make up and hair styling has been lavished on her to try and improve her visual appearance, with not much success. She still looks like a cross between a chipmunk and a fat baby piglet. Perhaps, she could get a spot on the new line up of The Wiggles, as a Chipmunk. She wouldn’t need a mask or much make up to become the character. How stupid does this Markson, who publicise some of these pathetic clients, think the Australian public is? Lara bingle is visually an unremarkable face, that does not deserve to appear on television here in Australia, or overseas. People still came to Australia for holidays, despite that terrible advertisement, with Bingle blobbing her way through. The only thing she was capable of exciting was a near-sighted wombat. Yet, the incredible joke still continues piddling on.

Ettingshausen Snow Job by NEW IDEA

How dumb does the editor at NEW  IDEA  think we the public are?! This magazine is currently running a television advertisement that seems to twist the whole disgusting Ettingshausen adultery affair all around and try to make us sympathetic to this gorilla faced bozo. The whole tone of the advertisement and the loving pictures of Ettingshausen seated below his adoring and slightly sad wife are truly tripple A bulldust. I am surprised she is even talking or wants to be seen with the arrogant womanizer and family breakup artist.

Ettingshausen is 50% of the cause of this disgusting affair with another team member and the other half of the blame goes to the woman of the poor man who was so heartbroken over the realisation of this terrible sneaky affair. The only one who deserves sympathy are the poor victims in this horrible affair and certainly not boof head Ettingshausen. But because Etting hausen is so famous and the other man is a virtual unknown, the New Idea has taken it upon itself to shield and twist the whole experience around and ask us to feel sorry for bonehead Ettingshausen. No way. This is the greatest piece of massive propaganda portrayed in some time by the main stream media, who think they can brainwash the public into forgetting just who was the perpetrator.

It seems the more society gives to these famous people– athletes– the more they take from ordinary other people. Ettingshausen is so much more wealthy than the poor male victim. He has his television show and the many endorsements of products with his boof head emblazoned on them. The question has to be asked–Did Ettingshausen pay the NEW IDEA to come up with this ridiculous angle and treatment on the affair. The more likely answer is she is demented and senile!


Sascha Cohen is a very funny actor and comes up with original and off beat material in his latest film. He also breaks new ground and crosses the line with the crudity of some comedy scenes. Whilst THE DICTATOR is classed as a comedy, it does have some very deep meaning contained within its plot. For instance: Aladeen’s second in charge bears an amazing resemblance to the current president of Afghanistan, both in choice of hat and facial appearance. The talk about ending Aladeen’s dictatorship and creating a democracy is exactly what has happened in Iraq, Lybia and a few other places in the Middle East. Sacha Cohen is just not creating a comedy movie–he is commenting about world politics. In particular, the so called creation of these new democracies.

In the beginning of the film, it was hard to know which way the movie was going to go. Was it going to be an outrageous but ‘G’ classified comedy you could take the whole family to or one where the comedy was adult in some parts. Such as Ben Stiller/Cameron Diaz in: ‘THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY’. In particular, the bathroom scene when he is at Mary’s house.

You can still break new ground in comedy by pushing the boundaries of decency, such as the toilet scene in DUMB AND DUMBER. the endless, uncontrollable farting just makes people of all ages laugh and giggle uncontrollably.

Sacha Cohen  is forcing this film into a much older classification by including some of the crudity in the Free Earth store. Whilst censorship rules have been relaxed incredibly, it doesn’t mean that all crudity needs to be talked about in the movies. It fails to be comedy because it is still an  embarrassing topic and I will not even describe the scene in this review.

In another section of the film, why do we need to see so much of you — Sacha Cohen, especially a fleeting glimpse of your hairy genital region being smashed against a window. Yet when it came to the scene in the bedroom, with the four women, we didn’t get to see any boobs. It is because you were the producer and co-writer and had a say as to what was going into the final mix. Well the movie does not cut it with 50 per cent of your paying audience i.e. the male population. Get rid of your genitals — that is, if they were really yours or a body double and throw in some boobs. The group of women were not very beautiful either. Surely, you could have found any number of beautiful actresses around Hollywood.

As for the lesbian store manager – she kinds of remind you of a young Sally Fields of GIDGET/FLYING NUN fame. Feminist lesbians never look attractive in real life, yet alone on the PANAVISION screen.

There are many original and cleverly written scenes in the film. The sequence in the helicopter when Aladeen and Nadal are talking, mainly in Arabic (?) with a few English words and phrases included, is well scripted and acted. The misunderstanding in the meaning, by the two opposite American passengers, is well developed. Other comedy sequences just go flat somewhere just after beginning. For instance, the torture scene with American security agent. The scene is weak and too long. the joke just goes on pathetically.

There are too many unattractive people on the screen, with beards. Hardly any women and certainly not photogenic enough.

I just don’t think extreme crudity is funny, entertaining or belongs up on the panavision screen, in a movie which has some very funny sequences. Some of these scenes reflect seriously on some of todays real life events in the Middle East and Afghanistan.

It’s not that I am conservative. I just  don’t find some sequences funny at all. More major roles needed to be given to beautiful women. Get rid of the extreme crudity and you will have a movie which can be shown to younger audience who will laugh at some of the genuinely clever and  original comedy sequences.



THIS  SCULPTURE  PERHAPS  CAPTURES  THE  TRUE  FEELINGS  OF VISITORS  TO  THE  BEACH. MOST  PUBLIC  TOILETS, ON  A  HOT  DAY  ARE  CROWDED. THE  LADIES  IS  ESPECIALY  OVERUSED, WITH  A  LINE  THAT  GOES  ALL  THE  WAY  OUT  THE  DOOR  AND  ONTO  THE  FOOTPATH, IN PARTICULAR  AT  SMALL  BEACHES.It’s time again for the annual exhibition, from Bondi Beach to Tamarama Beach, featuring the most innovative and funny sculptures produced over the last year. Below are a sample of these efforts by Australian and overseas artists.





Captain Cook Holds Onto His Pants in Sydney *** I now have trousers

Just recently, the CBD in Sydney, Australia, experienced a mammoth gust of antarctic cold. A freezing cold mass of air collided with a large hot air mass and created winds which were around the 60-80 km/h mark. Normally, this wouldn’t bother any of the many stone statues inhabiting the parks and street corners of Sydney, but some imaginative individuals created gigantic clothes for these stone cold sentinels.

Fortunately, Queen Victoria’s underpants did not end up flying into James Cook’s face.

Fat Queen Victoria holds onto underpants

This is of course a joke. Anyone who knows the layout of Sydney and the clothed statues would know the Frumpy is a long way from James Cook. There are many trees and associated obstacles to overcome before James would ever have to cop a granny pants in the face. The colours are extremely vivid. The original poses, make for amusing viewing in the 21st century.

The best one would have to be the Horse statue featuring some pretentious twit called Edward. You would think it had been clothed by a group of university students. The football socks reveal a sense of humour definitely needed on the cold streets of Sydney on the 16th/17th of October, 2010.

Some King called Edward