I saw the film embrace today. There were four of us in the cinema, staggered through the rows. Four women, aged 20s to 50s I would guess. All different shapes and sizes. All eating a Cinema Nova choc top.  The film is a well curated quasi professional documentary style of work, the protagonist and documentary […]

Being here

I would not have reckoned that one of these days talking about the weather would have deep, gritty, horrifying traction. Traction as in gears, as in implications. Real implications, for me.  I would never have thought that tragedy ‘on the news’, in that television set, would be a click away from here. Like suddenly, at […]

My call to arms 

Crush their spirit so they cannot argue. That would be the words filling the edges of my Meme. The meme itself would be a fat white guy, lets call him Trump, on one side of a seesaw. The long wooden plinth would be bulging with the feeble effort to generate sufficient downward pressure on the […]

Share if you agree

I must critique my  place to share the following thoughts before I share at all.  I acknowledge that my insights will not cure me of my post-modern, post-existential, posting compulsions. I am also acutely aware that I am as much the subject of this post as anyone reading it.  I also need to preface this […]

The first cut 

The arrogance of youth catapults us into adulthood. It is our technicolour armour. We would wither without it. I cherish every moment that I knew so much about so little, and thought so highly of it.                               

Then Present

He can’t recall  Stopping the Kingsie to let Toffs out to vomit He didn’t realise  Chriswas such an anxious kid  He loves this new comedian,  Billy Connelly What a talent, he says He thinks he knows  who James Dean was  And is sure  about Carey Grant And when he waves me  At the lift  He […]

Dear Self and Other

Dear Self and Other

I was a little surprised when you (I) actually voiced that you (we) would do this Dry July thing. Having witnessed failure at every previous attempt I assumed one pass out would turn into a month passed out. Well, not quite, you do usually throw up before you get to that point.

So here you are, half way through it, wondering if you might just give total sobriety a go for a wee while. Fair enough. I don’t know how I feel about that yet. Maybe if you lose some weight because of it, get some new threads at Bruce or even just notice the fat wad of cash still sitting in your bank account, I might start to get excited. 

I am not as surprised at how good it feels to raise money for the Andrew Love cancer centre in Geelong. Well, at least to nominate that my collection goes to them. It does feel so self righteously great to give back. As is becoming so apparent to me as I career through to the middle of my ages, there is no escaping cancer. It is not only certain to affect you directly or affect someone you love, and hense equally you directly, it is certain to remain one of the biggest threats to our ongoing human reign on this planet. By reign of course I mean, our march towards self destruction. But hey, I do wish we could all be a part of that, without this noose around our necks. 

You can donate at Dry July (Flash’s July)