Category: Stuff

Military veterans are poorly provided for once their service ends. My wife’s little brother Wil – who we brought up as a son – served in Iraq, and got really fucked up by what he saw and had to do. Wil is an engineer, and was a platoon sargeant. He and his troops were rebuilding […]

My beloved Dad resting in state. I did everything I could to help him, except help him die, because the law didn’t allow it, and he wouldn’t let me go to jail even though I was prepared to for love, just like Kylie Truswell-Mobbs. Dad loved me as much as I loved him, and it […]

Have you heard the one about the so called terrorists planning to bomb an airstrip in a rural village in England? The group of five that Donald Trump claimed that the USA had been tracking for yonks? It is all bullshit. Each of the five have been released on bail. Real terrorists never get bail. […]

Is there something you have forgotten son? My man in the freezing cold centre of nowhere says you might have. And that his mate Sam is missing you badly. On your bike son. Stop at Flight Centre on your there and buy a ticket up to Paradise too. There are are few meetings coming up […]

Love your dog? Want puppy painted so that it can stay with you forever? Mrs Mango can do it for you for just 200 bucks. All she needs is a photo. Contact us if you’d like one done.

Father Wayne, Maggie’s Catholic priest mate from when they were young who is staying with us for a few weeks, and although we are a bit different – he says Grace, and Jeff Buckley and I sing it (I know all the lyrics because it was Archie n  Maggie’s shag song when we first met) […]

Life is not fair is it? At least for some. You’d be feeling wistful if you looked as old as I do, and were about to be double penetrated by a dictor too. Don’t you worry about that. Gee it’s good to be alive though. Ask anyone who isn’t. They will tell you.

All I want to do tomorrow is punt on the races at Doomben. Instead I am going to be drugged out of my brain and have one tube stuck up my arse and another down my throat. Some might call it a Mardi Gras delight. Me I call it a colonoscopy and a gastroscopy. F**k […]

Wading through the darkest nightWhen rivers become tidalI use my list to break the painHoping for survivalI don’t wanna lose my sightBut my mind is caving inWe were born to loveTo breathe and not give upIn the face of darkness I won’t runWe were born to love What you see in the picture is my […]