Wigilia

Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas.
Christmas has always left a fairly sour taste in my mouth, mainly due to my experiences after I turned 5 when my parents separated and subequently divorced.
My sister and I would have to spend Christmas with my father and his new ready made family of wife and 3 [...]

Random Conversation

Girl on Train:   (talking into mobile phone) Hello? Deano? Hi! Howz tricks? Yeaaaaahhhh?? Hello? Hello?
Girl on Train:   (calling back having dropped out but the line is clearly engaged)
Girl on Train:   (waiting a second before dialling again)  Oh! There ya are! How fucken gaaaaaaaay is that? Callin’ each other back and gettin’ no-fucken-where, hahahahahahaha (a la Fran Drescher [...]

Blowing My Own Didj

I got mighty peeved by a post on another blog by someone calling herself a feminist, rabbiting on about the patriarchy and imperial oppression and whatnot and the ensuing babble created by her flock of followers.
Shitted me no end.
The post was in reference to Nicole Kidman playing the didgeridoo on German TV. Old news now, [...]

Go You Good Thing!

Hot tip for the horse races?
Get your 3 year old to pick the winners.
I went to the races for the first time ever this week up at Kyneton and jeez it was fun.
Beautiful horses everywhere as well a pony who was obviously a travelling stable mate of one of the more flighty horses. Champagne, [...]

I Done Read A Book

I finally recaptured my reading cojones after pregnancy and childbirth stole them from me.
You see, I had all these grand delusions of ploughing through scores and scores of books I’d always wanted to read while I was breastfeeding, figuring I’d be feeding 8 or so times a day at a stretch of maybe 30 minutes [...]

The Fat Man

Last week I took my daughter to our local version of Fountain Gate for a photo opportunity with the fat man in the red suit.
We’d been talking about it all week. She was excited. She was going to tell Santa what she’d been up to this year and that what she really wanted was “Hi-5” [...]

Dorothy Porter

I was really saddened to hear the Australian writer, Dorothy Porter, had died from complications associated with cancer on Monday. She was 54.
In person I’ve often found poets and their poncey delivery just too much to endure.  And maybe that’s because I’ve only ever seen bad poets…  But I remember seeing [...]

My Pre-Raphaelite Blossom

On Arselickers…

Is there anything worse than an ex-pat returning from his ancestral homelands to shit all over the indigenous people of his birthplace with an obvious displeasure that his forebears were unable to completely eradicate them?
Not that it really needed to be said, but Rolf Harris is an utter turd who needs to fuck off back to the UK. 
He [...]