So this is a mortuary carriage designed to carry coffins out to cemeteries in the early 1900’s when Fawkner cemetery was purposely built encircling Fawkner Station. They used to carry the coffins behind those cute little doors and apparently the mourners would go in the carriage in front. Personally I can visualize any number of gruesome horror stories set in this carriage.
I discovered this van when I was putting up Change of Service posters at Fawkner Station this week. The roses and trees of the cemetery surrounding the station make it both more attractive and gloomier than other stations.
It’s also the first cemetery I’ve ever come across that has a tea rooms. Of course they do after funeral catering there, but when I popped in there a couple of chaps in orange vests were in the café area eating pie and chips for lunch as if it were any old high street caf.
*Gunzelling is train and tram language for train spotting
One of my workmates at the junction is annoyed. He thought to “friendly up” his announcements on a cold morning by telling everyone to try and keep warm on this chilly morning. A furious lady arrived at the ticket window complaining about having to endure such a disgustingly patronizing announcement when she was shivering in the freezing wind down on the platform. It’s hard to win sometimes.
Be kind to your customer service staff people. They are just the messengers.
Faded images of Continuums past Thanks to Terry Frost
I’ll be attending Continuum 11 this Queens Birthday weekend.
I’ll be on panels about Sherlock Holmes, about whether we can forgive our favorite writers when they turn out to be horrible people, about whether we should remove the Golliwogs from Noddie and whats good in Comedy SF fiction.
I’ll also be helping to launch Ticonderoga’s new Anthology Hear me Roar.
which is full of Female Superhero stories, including one by me called Barista.
And I’ll be joining the happy throng Welcoming Jason Nahrung to the Clan Destine Press family which his two vampire novels Blood and Dust and The Big Smoke.
How much can a Koala Bear?
If you see me there come up and say hello.
Great new anthology from Ticonderoga Publications
My station is being renovated at the moment and so I’m sharing a portable toilet with workmen. They are pleasant chaps and I was touched to find that they have put a big sign in the toilet saying “There is a lady who shares this toilet so please keep it clean.” Of course I in my innocence thought they were talking about puddles but a cynical male friends suggested they might be referring to porno pin-ups. (Even then I thought they were sweet to consider me.) The renovation is due to the imminent arrival of Protective Services Officers to guard the station at night. PSO’s come in pods like whales and apparently my office was not swish enough to be a pod for them. I was quite keen on the idea at first. I’m getting insulation in my toilets for goodness sake. (such luxury!!) However now they’ve decided to restump the room, rendering me officeless for the next month. Its mid-winter in Melbourne and 10 degrees in the wind. I’m becoming less keen by the icy minute.
This image was taken from http://www.kayakingtours.com/orca-tours/kayaking-killer-whales.htm