Aluminium was a suspect in the cause of Alzheimer because it was detected in the "tangles" in the brain of Alzheimmers patients. But it turns out that aluminium is so ubiquitous in the environment that it was nearly impossible to ensure that the water used in preparation of specimens was free of it.
Aluminium is a component of clay minerals, and you probably eat a lot more of this as environmental dust than you could possibly get from cooking in it.
Olympic Village shopping strip......... just think 6 shops in a row.Quote:
Originally Posted by 4bee
It was there into the 2000's, maybe 2010.
DL
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Probably a Big Green Shed there now.[bigsad]
[bigrolf]
The shopping centre was still there a couple of years ago, but not the Chinese takeaway. [bawl]Quote:
Originally Posted by 4bee
On the other side of the cul de sac is / was Olympic Primary School, can't remember if that was still there.
Nearby West Heidelberg Primary had been bulldozed ready for subdivision. Had 7 great years there. (As a child 4B [biggrin])
DL
Weeeeeeeeellllll not so fast. You could have been a Janitor, Principal, Chief Bell ringer or as some are want/wont to say nowadays "School Leader." FFS.Quote:
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As a child, 4B.Quote:
Originally Posted by 4bee
I did get to be the 'bell monitor' in grade 5&6 when I was 10 / 11.
They used to have assembly every morning........ swear the oath which included the line '...promise to obey my parents, teachers and the law...' then I got the cue to play the marching music on a turntable on top of a big blue multi-function thing.
Came blaring out over the loudspeakers everywhere outside and in, as 300 odd (some were) marched round to the west entrance of the senior building and from the corridor to their classrooms.
Used to rub my finger on the side of the turntable sometimes to slow the tempo a bit. [bighmmm] Good times.
cheers, DL
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Worst job was being the "Incinerator Monitor" Why were everyone Monitors?
We had to collect all the bins from around the schoolyard load them on top of the brick incinerator light the fire & when it was a'goin' tip the trash in. This was also in OUR Lunchtime.
The perks of the job was finding stuff that was never meant to go out like Coconuts with all the outer husk still in place (Somebody's show & tell exhibit I think they must have been, then tossed) One day we found some .38 Cartridges/bullets but Mr Woods (ex RAAF ) soon put us right that they had been fired & bullets put back into the cartridge cases. WTF did we know, the visiting copper had told us not to touch that stuff as well as Detonators if we saw any just laying about. Yeah right.
Another time it was Pencil cases & when you didn't have one of your own, they were priceless prizes indeed.
All sort of schoolyard crap but how it was allowed for kids to do those "Blokey" jobs was beyond me. It was a wonder no-one got injured with burns or falling off or into the Incinerator. Oddly enough it was right next door to the post mounted School bell. I wonder what ever happened to that? Some bastard scrounged it before I did I suppose.
Today, they wouldn't be allowed to burn crap, & if they were it'd be a 2 fully grown Adult blokes jobs. But hey ho, a job is a job & we being ****ing stupid didn't know any better so we got stuck in. It probably made me the Man I am today. :Rolling:
I'm sure my parents were not aware their son was not being groomed to be a future Rhodes Scholar as they imagined but an el cheapo **** shoveller.
My Dad would have said something like "It won't ****ing hurt you son, it never did me any harm." And no it didn't.
Ah Happy days.
Hi,
The best thing in the incinerator was glass tube and test tubes. Used to make all sorts of stuff with that.
It had an unforgettable smell of wet ash and stale sandwiches.
Cheers
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Test tubes & glass tube?:rolleyes: You were one of those "big kids" then? Those never even came later as I went to a Tech School, you know, oil, metal shavings, grease, dirty fingernails etc Maybe a little bit of swearing.[bighmmm]
Wet ash & rotten Banana Skins I recall well though, & maybe a sandwich chucked in. It was a bit hard to tell really with all that other trash to take home.:Rolling:
Rotten Bananas left in hot Leather Schoolbags was another interesting pong. A dead giveaway when you got home that you never had it for Lunch.
Especially by Monday morning in summer! (not me we could never afford bananas, but my children and grandkids)Quote:
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