Always back the horse named self-interest, son. It'll be the only one trying
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day? – Oscar Wilde Substance – the horse owned by Bodine ‘Bo-Bo’ Bailey and his lawyer Corey ‘Cee-Cee’ Cullen, and trained […]
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy always followed pain The night falls and the hours ring The days go away I remain Hand in hand let us stay face to face While underneath the bridge Of our arms passes The water tired of the eternal looks […]
It was somewhere up the country in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club. They were long and wiry natives of the rugged mountainside, And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn’t ride; But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash – […]
Have you ever wondered where the expression ‘dash’ that criminals and coppers alike use to describe those with huge hearts and guts came from? Banjo Patterson was the man who brought it into the lexicon, and It came from right from the place where I grew up and went to school. Geebung, Isn’t it great […]
What many people don’t know about me – other that I am actually a good bloke – is that I write poetry. Here is one of my works. I wish I was a retired harness hack, who did others bidding for money; I could live in cold suburbia then, instead of on the beach […]
