The oz-chemist

Hi again, Ok, promise. No more talk about lasts. ‘Cause it’s firsts from here on, this blog being numero one in my new life.     So…. Before I drove to Warwick a week ago, I flogged my old Courier twin-cab (‘the tradie’) to Darwin and back. Not for the pleasure of driving. Not in December with the air-con only just, and a passenger door that…

Last of the lasts

Hi, Today was an avalanche of the fuckers – tees, elles, ays ‘n esses like an angry swarm of hornets from dawn to dusk. Amongst them, was the getting to of the holy grail of them all, last post. Which didn’t keep me awake last night, but could have. The thing was, I’d seen it yesterday, driven right past it, a rust-coloured length of 79…

Now you know why you’re a fencer

Hi, Some time ago, I wrote a song. Two actually, but for now, it’s all about the one. As you’re about to discover, one’s enough! Back then, it wasn’t so much about smiling faces on the cover of the ‘Rolling Stone’. Rather, there was a tangle of unruly words that bugged the bejeesus out of me until they all fell in line. Soon after, they…

Outside the cook-house, a full moon’s on the rise beyond the creek. Inside, first moths flitter around a naked bulb. On the wall, the second-hand’s been stalled for months, it’s robotic jerks never quite making ten to. I’ll be long gone before its last stutter. But still, it’s one more in a tsunami of them. Tomorrows another. This one with mixed feelings. Yep, road conditions…

Wow! For this update, got an idea it’s me ‘n u ‘n maybe even ‘im ‘n ‘er now….not actually sure about ‘im ‘n ‘er. Oh well, me ‘n u’s fine, getting a bit crowded, but exciting because it means ‘dear me’ is out, hi hozitgoin’ is  in! So… Hi, howezitgoin? Today, blog # three, it’s mostly about my writing. Oh yeah, and my mullet, of…