An ongoing commentary by the anonymous I about that rumbunctious rapscallion, Colonel Reginald R. Farquhear, Royal Camel Corps (rtd.) whose trials and tribulations are found in 'The Travel Journal of Colonel R Farquhear 1886-1911', and including occasional commentary and repartee by the Colonel himself.

Friday, July 27, 2012

The Colonel and Granny Smith

The Colonel: "I must say I can remember nibbling on some juicy Granny Smiths in my day I can tell you. And many were often a cross between crabby French ones and Cleopatras. Very feisty, erm...what's that??!!"

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Benoit Viellefon

The Colonel found this gentilhomme francais, Monsieur Benoit Viellefon, on his last time travel trip in the Professor's new machine. Bit avant garde and futuristic for the Colonel but Colette, his camel, likes it. He told me: "If I play this on the old windup, she sets off hot to trot across the dunes I can tell you!"
Here's a selection of his orchestra's tunes:


The Colonel feels it will become an acquired taste.

Friday, July 6, 2012

The Grand Invention Exposition

And speaking of inventions, those revered gentlemen Professor Hedgewick and Doctor Yorrick wish it to be announced that they will be holding a Grand Invention Exposition in the grounds of The Carrington Hotel in Katoomba during the coming August thenceforth moving inexplicably back in time (but not place) to the Lithgow Sports Field in July. All of a sound health and mind are most welcome, especially as the exposition convenors may not be totally of a sound mind!! Come see it if you dare!!!


The following is an advertising banner for the exposition when at the Carrington Hotel in August.



The Colonel's Invention #1: The Pigeon-Morse Code Telecommunication Device

Colonel Farquhear, along with Professor Hedgewick (Mr. Henry Hedgewick's eccentric twin-brother) and the irrascible Dr. Sibadeus Yorrick, are avid inventors in their spare time - which is lots! Even Miss. Leonora Godaire dabbles in inventing, having created the patented Mechanical Hair Brusher and the Cat De-Fleaing Machine. The latter was not as successful as the former due to a number of her cats disappearing inside the machine whilst it was sucking out the fleas! Ahem!

Anyway, one of the Colonel's recent inventions has been the cross-pollination of the carrier pigeon with the morse code telegraph methods of communication to form his patented Pigeon-Morse Code. First tests of this invention have excited the Blue Mountains community and the results of his trials will be posted in the next Echo newspaper edition.

Meanwhile, the Colonel, ever the dilettante tinkerer, has written a snappy little tune in praise (and blatant promotion) of his latest venture. So here it is, in all its glory for you, 'The Colonel's Innovatory Contraption'.


The Colonel’s Innovatory Contraption (2011)

The Colonel has been patenting his latest fine invention
A wireless contraption with inbuilt defenses.
It’s his Pigeon-Morse Code and it’s his intention
To sell it at a price within the poorest home expenses.
It’s a clever device made for modern communication
So easily utilised by every child, woman or man.
Yes, it surely will fulfil the needs of every nation
Now that production’s in place according to plan.

How it all works can be very simply explained
You buy a specially-trained pigeon that’s called a ‘dictator’
With a first-class guarantee of being expertly entrained
And you receive a little book known as the ‘translator’.
Coming with this kit is a 10-piece pigeon coop
Very easy to dismantle for when you’re on the mover
Plus an inflatable bag that can make a warning ‘whoop!’
And an indicating light with an attached mechanical louvre.

So now friends and relations can send you instant mail
They imprint the bird’s mind with what they want to say
By flashing their words in code as it sits upon a rail
And when it has it set within they send it on its way.
It flies through wind and rain and storm, arriving safely at your house
You erect the coop so that the bird can make its communication
It tap-dances out their message using all its little nowse
You interpret with the ‘translator’ book for your decoded observation.

To send back a reply you use the same procedure
Of course it only works if others have all the paraphernalia.
Have no fear about the danger of a preying, flying creature
Each pigeon carries mice to drop to distract them without failure.
This device is enabled for every possible situation
Perfect for times and places where there’s no telephone
So important for when there’s need for distant communication
This invention can potentially work in any climate or zone.

Yes, the Colonel has been patenting his latest fine invention
A wireless contraption with inbuilt defenses.
It’s his Pigeon-Morse Code and it’s his intention
To sell it at a price within the poorest home expenses.
It’s a clever device made for modern communication
So easily utilised by every child, woman or man.
Yes, it surely will fulfil the needs of every nation
Now that production’s in place according to plan.


Hmm, yes well, bravo Colonel, a jolly little ditty I marry. I'm sure we'll hear it sung around every piano and pianola very soon. And good luck, I must say I think you're going to need it. You'll be up against some stiff competition from the likes of Mr. Bell and his telephony device, of which I've heard that a number of your acquaintances are considering installing said device at present. Not naming names but, for instance, a certain young lady with a rich daddy is looking at this option if she can persuade her father to invest in one.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The Camel Corps song

This is a little tune that the Colonel recalls the lads in the Royal Marines Camel Detachment in the Sudan circa 1890s sang, with relish, whilst probably trying to remember what relish tasted like. It's just the thing, he says, for the next time we all gather round the old pianola to exercise the vocal chords. So here we go!!


THE CAMEL CORPS (Royal Marines Camel Detachment Sudan) (TUNE: Auld Lang Syne)

D                G           A7        D
When I was first recruited, boys
    G
To serve our Gracious Queen
     D                A7             G      A7      
The Sergeant made me for to know
       D
That I was a Royal Marine.
D      G         A7                D
He said sometimes they serve on ships
      G
And sometime serve ashore
     D             A7           G            A7
But he never said that I'd wear spurs
      D
And serve in the Camel Corps.

D                  G
I've ridden a horse
      A7
I've ridden a moke
      D
I've ridden a railway train
      D            A7               G
I've ridden a ship, I've ridden a boat
         A7                     D
And I hope to do so again

D       G      A7        D                        G
But now I ride an animal Marines ne'er rode before
              D        A7              G             A7
Dressed up in spurs and pantaloons
      D
To serve in the Camel Corps.