Posts Tagged ‘2015’

Six million dollar man.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Paper mouse.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Target.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Pink helmet.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Been there, done that, #1.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Murder most foul.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Secret.

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Broad city.

Saturday, May 16th, 2015

Cousin Itt.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Dr Sir Lesley Colin Patterson, embracing the bouquet of a piece of Tasmanian brie he had just discovered in his back pocket.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Fiftieth.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Dignity clause.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Quicksilver couch.

Friday, May 15th, 2015

That joke isn’t funny anymore.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

Is there any greater pain to endure in life, than sitting in a room with people, when one of them tries to tell a joke, and the person has no delivery style?.

Everyone starts to squirm (in my case, doubling over in agony), you can hear in their voice they know they are failing, they lose their train of tenuous though, and then deliver a punchline that makes no sense.

“Oh, I stuffed that up”.

People are at first silent, and then offer lame comfort, ‘I sorta understood it’.

But nay, not I, I will glower at you for the rest of the time I’m in your company.

Unless you can really tell a joke, DON’T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

I couldn’t tell one to save my life, but I have a mechanism in my brain that tilts, and stops me from ever trying.

As soon as this guy started to tell the joke an instant pall fell upon the room, everyone knew this was going to be agony. If I were more of a compassionate man, I would have risen and said ‘STOP!!, you don’t want to do this, WE don’t want you to do this, don’t make me silence you’, but I didn’t, and I’m sorry.

Unless your name is Gilbert Gottfried, shut up, zip it!, shoosh!, don’t do it, don’t consider it, a whole lot of hush.

Capt America.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

Summer ferry.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

Edith.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2015

Family ties.

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007

It’s a total pisser to me that huge amount of my family now lives in Queensland, but thankfully we have all stayed close. I was flicking through a photo album the other day, and found this photo of Adam and i, taken with my niece Michelle last year. The photo next to it showed me with my sister, as well as Michelle and her two sisters Kylie and Danielle in the surf at Mollymook, when we were just little kids. Whats with all this reflection lately with me?, pulling my old notice board to pieces, finding old photographs, throwing out a heap of old stuff i once clung to, am i De-nesting?.

PIC 1: I was lucky enough to have a lot of my nieces and nephews born soon after me so the bonus is that they are all more like brothers and sisters to me than nieces and nephews, i was only seven when my third niece was born!

PIC 2: Me, my big sister, and three nieces in the surf at Mollymook. Every summer the whole family, inc aunts, uncles, cousins etc would decend, en masse to Burill Lake on the south coast. Unless it was pissing down with rain, we would spend pretty much every day at the beach, not just one, but a whole array of beaches. I’m not exagerating when i say that, each day we spent hours swimming, and surfing on our Merrin surf mats. As soon as we got to the beach we would race in, and only come out every now and then for a drink, and lunch, which i remember as vegemite sandwiches, and orange Minor orange juice in a foam insulated drinks container. As soon as the food had settled in our bellies, we’d race off back into the water for another couple of hours. When i look at these old photo’s, i can’t believe how skinny i was, it must have been because of all the time we spent in the surf. Maybe i need to get myself a surf mat again.