Saturday, March 31, 2018

It's Still Dark

I woke up early, 3.30am. I needed a piss. I looked at my watch, it said 3 something. Buggar, I thought. I knew I was awake.

I rolled one way, and then the other, and then back again. It’s the other end of falling asleep on the couch at 8.30pm in front of the TV. I’ve only ever needed 7 hours, oh, since I have been an adult, as a teenager I could sleep the weekend away, oh for that stress free life again.

I got out of bed and started getting dressed. Instead of hissing from the dark about it being too early and to give smoking pot a rest, a voice said, “Nana getting up time.” That’s my joke about him always wanting to head to bed at 10.30pm. It is like clockwork. “Nan’s off to bed,” I say to him.

Sam whispered in the dark that Buddy had choked on something during the night, the chicken wings he ate for dinner under great suspicion. All I could hear was Buddy snoring contently from his bed next to ours.

I trotted off downstairs. I always walk through the house in the dark, I always have. At night, you see so many other angles you never see normally with the lights on.

I made coffee. I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. (When kitchen duty is skipped, I just know I was dead to the world on the couch)

I roll a joint and sat in the garden.

Buggar the Apex Gang. If they were anything like the black commission boys who play soccer on Atherton Reserve, that have some fine arses amongst them. “Ha ha,” he says out loud, as he reads back over what he has written. That’s terrible. I don’t really even believe that the Apex Gang exists, I think it is more likely a vehicle used by the media, much more likely. I think there are all colours of kids in the bored little hoods, denied money by a cruel out of touch Liberal Government, who feeling like they have no other option, quite possibly, they hit out. I do think of them coming through the garden, though, when I head outside in the dark, but then I shake my head and it goes. Sign of the times in which we live, mind control works better than war, and it is cheaper too. Billionaire political media donors help out in his papers, as he’s of the same ideology.

4am. I put Beggars Banquet on my noise cancelling head phones and returned to the garden.

The noise cancelling headphones are good, the garden is noisy in the night, there are always cracks and crunches, and twigs falling.

You start with the Rolling Stones Beggars Banquet (1968) and you play right through to Tattoo You (1981), and you will hear the best blues rock ever recorded. They are the great albums, in my opinion.

1968   Beggars Banquet.
1969   Let It Bleed
1971   Sticky Fingers
1972   Exile on Main St.
1973   Goats Head Soup
1974   It's Only Rock 'n Roll
1976   Black and Blue
1978   Some Girls
1980   Emotional Rescue
1981   Tattoo You

And the Stones have four albums pre Beggars Banquet that are listed in the 500 greatest albums of all time. Between The Buttons, Now, Out Of Our Heads, and Aftermath.

They have 10 albums in Rolling Stones Magazine 500 greatest albums of all time.


357. Between The Buttons

270. Some Girls. Miss You is one of their greatest songs. The 2011 tracks included.

213. Tattoo You

180. Now

116. Out Of Our Heads

109. Aftermath

64 Sticky Fingers. Can’t You Hear Me Knocking, is sublime.

58 Beggars Banquet

32 Let It Bleed.

07 Exile on Main Street. The 2013 tracks included.


Except, of course, I would add Black & Blue. That was the first Stones album that I bought, it has to be said, so maybe I am a little biased. So, I discovered everything else before Black & Blue, after Black & Blue. I found the sixties stuff, after I was sick of the crappy eighties stuff.

I see the two beady red eyes of the security camera light up, like the devil, every time I come in from having a smoke. Sam can see on his phone every time I go out, recorded while he sleeps. He usually enters the room reciting the number when he gets up.

Milo cuddles up next to me on the couch, he does this most mornings I get up early. He'll stay on the couch until it gets dark again, so that's about fifteen hours, or so. Still, I reckon Buddy gets in a good 20 hours sleep a day. My little blue guy.

My little Blue Guy.


Friday, March 30, 2018

Easter Break, j's for Jesus

Guido dropped around, I'm sure he was off his head. He's got a Mexican Hairless dog, which does the image no favours, let me tell you. What a rodent. Guido looks feeble, just by association.

So, we got pot for easter, well, it is a long weekend after all, and we used to do far worst things to ourselves over Easter, ah, they were the days. Weed for Jesus.

Sam was none too happy. I suggested we could boil eggs and paint them, we had whined, "Is that all we're going to do every Easter?" 

"You can use stockings and food dye."

Sam didn't think it was funny. Even if he did rather give himself away last night, when I'd got all my shit together and I was heading upstairs to bed.

"Aren't you going to roll a bed time joint?"

So, it is going to be Netflix and food from now until He-Rises Again, when is that again? Sunday, or Monday, I am never sure?

No chocolate, though. Sacrilege, I know. 


Thursday, March 29, 2018

We both like chilli, Sam way more than me, even though it plays havoc with his stomach. But I'm glad he draws the line at shit the bed hot sauce. He sent me a photo, I don't think he thought I believed him.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Poetry Broken Up By Gardening

I tried to catch up my poetry blog during the afternoon. Er, why not, I'm not writing anything else. I kind of treat it as practise. I kind of succeeded. It was a slog. Turning poems I have jotted down since last November, that was the last time I posted on Urban Poet, into something worth posting. And they weren’t that good to begin with. Pig's ear, silk purse. So, there were a lot that just stayed in my poetry file.

It was a beautiful day. I did poetry broken up by spots of gardening. My Impatiens haven’t grown. I bought them as seeds from the $2, so who knows how good they were. Well, ten days later and they haven’t started to germinate. I should get some more seeds, and grown them in seed raising pots first.

I didn’t really have the poetry inspiration flowing, oh well.


Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Good morning world, just gorgeous, my favourite time of the day

Monday, March 26, 2018

De Rigueur


So, let me get this straight, the Australian cricket team sticky taped their balls together, or something, or other, really, care factor zero!

Aren't all sportsmen in this day and age cheats? Drugs, or yellow tape, or whatever it takes.

Don't they now cheat in all sports? Russian olympics, Chinese swim stars, bike riders and the rest. Isn't it now just a race to find the next undetectable performance enhancing drug to use to beat your opponent to get the million dollar payoff??


Isn't it just de rigueur?

Another rugby team has just been caught cheating on the salary cap.

Governments cheat. Politicians cheat. Big Business cheats. Banks Cheat. It is now the way of the world.


Sunday, March 25, 2018

The Black Panther


We went to see The Black Panther. I liked it, it was entertaining. It was visually great and actioned packed. Sam didn't like it as much as I did, which was funny, as I wanted to see Peter Rabbit.

I will say this about The Black Panther, I'm sure that they cast it with the help of a modelling agency, as the cast is unbelievably good looking. Michael B Jordan must be the sexist man alive, despite his Cottonelle finish in the movie.


Saturday, March 24, 2018

The Rain On The Roof

The sky turns grey, the day darkens, and the rain comes down. It is kind of romantic on a Saturday, to be rained in with your boyfriend, if it is anything. Or is that nostalgic, memories of childhood, rainy weekends?

It makes a change from the weather we have been having. But it is summer, just gone. I don't think I can remember the last dark, rainy day that we had? 
Funny how quickly I forget. Is that seasonal amnesia? You know it happens every year? (Of course, you do) In summer, winter seems a life time away, and in winter, summer seems the same. I always think that is funny.

The weather has been glorious, blue sky every day, and sunshine, but no rain. It has been dry, but then again, it is the dry time of year.

Still, it is nice to hear the rain on the roof. Always nice. 
(I read somewhere that it has been 2 months)

It has been hot. Humid. Melbourne never used to be humid, but it can be humid now. I wonder why? Yes, why politicians in denial. It is, actually, nice to feel the cool, the cooling temperature, it makes a change. But then again, I guess it is going to be cool from now on in, until September, or thereabouts. Winter here we come. Today is a nice build up to it, cool but not cold. We’ll be having open fires soon enough, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I do need to order a wood delivery though.

It is just nice to feel the difference, the change. Not cold yet, however. We’re still wearing shorts and t-shirts, but that is coming to an end, I can feel it now. It will soon be over. Today is the first day I have felt it.


Friday, March 23, 2018

Back On The Horse...

I started exercising today, I think, for the first time this year. I went for an hours walk listening to U2. Oh, what a lazy arse I have been. I find it hard to regain my routine once it has been disrupted, shamefully, by Xmas. 

Yes, I know how long that has been.

Anyway, it was a glorious day, the sun was shining, the sky was blue.

I read somewhere recently, that men (the article was about men in lycra) who ride bikes age slower and stay youthful for longer than men who don't. So, that was what prompted me to move my sorry arse today.

Oh yes, and David. He called me last week and he heard me smoking. "What the fuck are you doing?" he said.

"What?" Momentarily, I had no idea what I was doing.

"I can hear you smoking?"

"Oh... no... I'm..."

"Is this still your Xmas smoking?"

"Um... er..."

"Do you know what date it is?"

"Yes, um..."

"Is it going to take Sam and I sitting on either side of your hospital bed..."

So, I stopped my Xmas smoking last Friday, and I started my exercise this Friday, today.

Better late than never, hey? As they say.

I always feel better when I exercise. Healthy, Fitter. Happier. I really do. So, why does it take so much energy to do it. Mental energy, more so than physical energy. 

I have to aim for 9am every morning. Start with walking and graduate to bike riding again very soon after that. I prefer walking, walking is bliss, but riding is better exercise, I think.

Walking passed the museum and Exhibition Buildings

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Pretty Boy Didn't Like My Attitude

10am. I headed to the bank to pay bills.

I went to Cash Converters and bought two T Rex tracks, a Steely Dan track and a Paul Kelly track on 3 CDs.

I was walking back up the side street to my street, there was road works and one footpath was blocked off, so I walked up the road itself. The roadworks guy said to me, “Can you please use this footpath.” He indicated what footpath I should use.

“Yes, sure,” I said. I kept walking up the road. 


He was a cute guy, nice face, red lips, sparkling eyes, manly type, short but manly, but, I guess, that is neither here, nor there.

The sun shone down brightly, the sky was a cloudless blue, he squinted, just a bit. (with that squint on, I could picture what his face would look like when he was jacking off)

He grumbled. “You acknowledged which footpath you should use, but then you didn’t use it.”

I turned back to face him, now walking backwards slowly. We faced off, he was clearly miffed to have his perceived authority flagrantly ignored. I thought he looked adorable. I smiled, I couldn’t help it. You are in the gay ghetto now, buddy, things work a bit differently here. I tried not to flirt with him. No, that’s not true, I unashamedly flirted with him.

“I think I can negotiate walking on the road.” I smiled. “Thank you.” I smiled again. “Anyway.” I stopped and pulled the attitude as if to say, what are you going to do about it. He had a role to fulfil and it was standing in that spot and directing people. He couldn’t leave his spot, he knew it, and I knew it. He had no real authority, he knew it, and I knew it.


My eyes slid down to his body, slowly. They slid back up again. That was deliberate, I know, bad me.

His pretty eyes blinked, as he tried to think of a reply. But what could he say. The bright sun reflected off his hiviz vest. He had sweat on his forehead just under his fringe.

I turned and walked away without waiting for his reply, I was uphill by now and it was unlikely that I would have heard it anyway.

He said something, I didn’t catch it. I don’t think I was meant to.

I laughed to myself, as I walked away from him. I wondered how much he would have given to see me run over right at that moment. I am sure a lot. It would have been funny, even I could see that. Instant karma and all that.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Pear Still Life. This is one of my favourite photo effects.

Homemade Muesli


I worked out that my muesli cost approx. $6.90 per kilo. That is not terrible for homemade muesli with luxury ingredients with no added sugar. I make it myself so there is no added sugar that is the reason I started making it in the first place. When I checked all the muesli on the supermarket shelf, they all had large amounts of added sugar. 

Okay, so I don't hold back with the ingredients, and I know sultanas, and other dried fruit, are full of sugar, but I can't be too worried about that. At least I never add sugar to it.

Kidding myself? I don't care if I am. It still must be better than 16, or whatever, added spoonfuls of sugar. Surely?

I don't think $6.90 per kilo is so terrible. I've never costed it before. I was kind of pleased with that.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Okay, so I didn't take this one either.
Mark was talking about enjoying the weather up in Byron, the gorgeous sun and the lovely zephyrs, so I sent him this.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Updating the Blog with Lovely Photos (Think Ab Fab)

Okay, I haven't written anything for 13 days. Why? Nyr? Er? I'm not really sure. I'd like to say I have been busy, but I haven't. Time got away, and here we are, sometime later. I haven't written since 6th March, time flies when you are having fun. 

I had some pot, I have been a bit stoned, it ran out last Friday, and no, I wouldn't say I have come too again by today, being Monday, despite what Sam might say.

Now, I am not going to try and catch up with words, no, sorry. So, I am going to fill in the days with photos I have taken.

I bought a cheap CD of Great Operatic Arias, and I have popped that on for inspiration. I'm not really a great operatic aria type, but what the fuck, why not. It is all a bit Priscilla, really. I wonder what operatic divas think being compared to drag queens? (here's a clue, who cares) Anyway, here goes (with the photos). To the photo folder!

Sam set me up with DuckDuckGo search engine, instead of Google, as DuckDuckGo doesn't log you for statistical purposes. I'm still getting used to it.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Black Balloons


Walking down to Victoria Street to eat lunch and buy veggies. We ate Korean fried chicken. We bought veggies and fruit. I bought a new Croton.


The Croton I bought. I bought another one last weekend. $4 from Bunnings, but I love playing with plants and I repotted it as soon as I got home. I have never owned a Croton before, let's see how the two of them go. 

I like cuttings and potted plants. I have been growing some geraniums lately. Red ones, of course, plus some apricot plants. 
I'm using coffee grounds on all my plants that like acidic soil. I used to, up until just recently, throw all of my coffee grounds in the bin.

Saturday, March 17, 2018


Eating lunch in Smith Street, eating Indian food. I used to eat at this particular place all the time, when it was in another guise. The food was nice, a little on the sour side, but nice none the less. It was kind of nice to be back.

Friday, March 16, 2018



Doorway and purple flowers walking home from the dog park with Buddy who, of course, likes to piss in the vines and sniff about in the roots, clearly because other dogs like to piss in the vines. 


Lovely, aren't they.

The colours are gorgeous, don't you think?

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Clouds At The Dog Park


Great clouds at the dog park when we were taking Buddy for a run in the afternoon.

Lovely, aren't they?

Look up, and they seem vast. The sense of space and the patterns across the sky are lovely. 


Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Pretty In Blue



She didn't notice me take a photo of her. I had my camera lined up to take shots of the street, and then she walked around the corner. 

I liked the blue of her outfit. 

She smiled. I smiled. And then she was gone.

The sun shone.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Bedlington Terriers



Okay, I didn't take this one either. These are the dogs my family always had when I was growing up. Bedlington Terriers. We had five of them altogether. They don't shed hair, nor do they have that 'doggy' smell. Mark calls them Barbra Streisand dogs. My mum wouldn't have any other sort of dog.

Monday, March 12, 2018


A little social commentary on the parasites who make up the capitalist system. Jeff Bezos owns Amazon.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Shopping in Melbourne Central


I love the headphones sitting onto of this guys head. Okay, so that might only amuse me. I liked the hunk in black walking towards me too.

Shopping in Melbourne Central. We were there to meet some girl from Ebay from whom Sam was buying another remote control robot.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Red Geraniums



I love it when the red geraniums come to the end and their petals turn to different shades of red and start to fade

Friday, March 09, 2018


I sneaked pictures of this woman while I was waiting for Sam to buy fruit and veg. She was the perfect peroxide blond, slurping on pasta as she took a break from her shopping.

The boy in the blue t-shirt on the left had a nice arse.


Thursday, March 08, 2018




Okay. I didn't take this and I can't quite remember why I saved it to my desktop, other than the obvious. And why not, we can have a little gratuitous beef, if we want, it is the 21st Century, after all.


Wednesday, March 07, 2018


Here is the story of what is happening to the inner suburbs of Melbourne in one easy to understand shot. More and more, uglier and uglier, bigger and bigger blocks of flats are being built to make wealth fat property developers, fatter and wealthier.

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Ground Hog Day

It's like Ground Hog Day here every day. It made me laugh this morning when I realised that I was doing it again.

Every day, I get my cordless headphones, I get the battery from the special zip up battery case, and I put the battery into the headphones, I switch the music on, and the day fades away. (pot helps)

Every night, Sam takes the battery out of my cordless headphones, he gets the special zip up case from the headphones case, he places the batter into the special zip up case and puts the special zip up case into the proper compartment of the headphones case. He puts my headphones away in their case and he zips up the case.

Funny thing is, I never see him do it.

Every day, I get my cordless headphones, I get the battery from the special zip up battery case, and I put the battery into the headphones, I switch the music on, and the day fades away. (pot helps)

That's a little OCD. Oh, come on, it is!

He gave me chores at the door this morning, I ignored them and wrote all day. (pot helps)

Monday, March 05, 2018

Buddy says hello

Cher

I sorted my mixed tape [an iTunes collection] of Cher in respect to her coming to Australia and singing her arse off. Oh, I have an old pile of Cher CDs, but generally I am not a Cher fan, so I have just been putting it off.

So, I figured, if she could drag her 71 year old arse halfway across the world to entertain the troops, I could put in a couple of hours sorting her tunes. (pot helps)

Editing out all the songs I would never want to hear again. Then deleting any with dated arrangements, even if they are a good vocal, the arrangements still have to be timeless, and not of a time. Unless, of course, you are doing something specific like disco, which I am not.

So, I sorted through all the Cher CDs, which have been left hear by a ragtag group of friends and lovers and she did alright, sixteen tracks that I reckon I could listen to again. That was more than I was giving her credit for, before I began.

She's got a great voice, that is not in question, some of her stuff is dated though now. I called it All or Nothing and I got some Banksy street cred artwork for the cover.

I think it makes me able to like an artist more easily, if all those tracks that jar are taken out, it makes the artist's music better.

Sam doesn't think I have enough to do with my days. I know. Rude.

I wrote all afternoon. (pot helps)

Sunday, March 04, 2018

Sunrise, as the pearl of light breaks through between the houses

Sun Rise

I got up when I thought my watch, by my bedside table, me sans glasses, said 5am. Yes, getting up early seems to be my thing now. Sam snoring on one side, Buddy snoring on the other side. I tip toe out in the dark.

So, it was with great surprise, some two hours later, that I looked at the clock and it said it was 3.50am? (pot helps)

Shake of the head.

Still, it is nice to see the sun rise. That gorgeous yellow ball. The golden sun light flooding through the lead light into the front hall, a flurry in my eyes, as I open the front door to water the plants on the veranda.

Saturday, March 03, 2018

Guido Swings By

It was a warm night.

Guido called and said he was in the area. Now that is a first, he must have wanted something, I thought. Sam was still asking, "What?" as I was typing "yes, drop by." I thought bugger it, why not? Sam only protested a little. He gave in with a bit of a whimper, to tell you the truth.

David dropped in after teaching Indian Philosophy.

Guido couldn’t find a car park, so we sat in his car, which is always good for me getting two bags and Sam not having to blow a valve when I do it in front of him. Oh, come one, those bags are getting smaller by the year.  Guido laughed, he just wanted to gossip. 


“That’s good, as [friends name] wanted to see me and she never has any money." [friends name] has just be diagnosed with ADHD, to which Guido said nobody was surprised. 

“That much amyl has to do damage,” said Guido. He then told me how [friends name] was colour blind. 
"Apparently, that is why she is always blind at night clubs," said Guido. "And I always thought it was the drugs."

I said that I didn’t think women could be colour blind. 
"Aren't they carriers, and it is the blokes who are actually colourblind?"

Neither of us knew for sure.

I got out of the car as the next topic of conversation started up. It was me, or Guido, at that point - oh yes, thank you so much from delivery - but I had joints to roll, and none were getting rolled in the car.

David hoovered up the leftover pasta in the fridge. He didn't care if I scraped 2 bowls of leftover pasta into one bowl and then nuke it. Then he ate the rest of my stewed apple. He stayed to watch Riot, the history of the Sydney Mardi Gras. We’d watched the first twenty minutes, before David got there, but I didn’t mind watching it again, as the pot had arrived by that stage and I was happy to roll a few joints in the meantime.


Friday, March 02, 2018

Phyllis Hyman

I sorted my Phyllis Hyman albums. I have a stack of her CDs, and there was some shit amongst it, which needed culling. Phyllis didn't really survive the 1980s cocaine hurricane. Rehab, overdoes, the full tragedy. She topped herself in 1995, but she hadn't done much for the previous few years, so, everything she's done is really 1980s stuff, and there is some really dated stuff amongst it.

But, her voice is phenomenal. (what is it with Philadelphia chicks?) She had a voice close to perfection. So it had to be done. Another morning gone. Her two last CDs (when she was alive) made the cut. A further 25 tracks made it through, so she did okay. 

Sam questions what I have been doing with my days?

I bought another Bob Dylan greatest Hits for $1, so I have got most of Dylan's hits for $2. Cheaper than iTunes. Remastered Greatest Hits are a better quality than downloads, so some of my my music mates tell me.

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Bob Dylan for $1, While The Rest Of The Word Looks Sad

Sam messaged me not long after he'd left home to say he'd forgotten his work iPad and that I should take it to him. I had some new Bob Dylan music to listen to on my headphones, I found his greatest hits in a second hand shop for $1, which kind of felt like sacrilege, so why not.

It was raining lightly, of course. The roads were banked up with the morning traffic. Oh, so many cars. I looked at my watch, 8.15am, which, I guess, is right in the middle of the morning madness. There was anguish etched on every commuter's faces, even those free to walk looked grim and resigned. Ah, the peak hour misery was in full swing and suddenly I was in the middle of it, it kind of spins my head. I'm usually sitting back and reading the news drinking my second coffee when all of this is going on. 


And they all get to trudge off to work for reduced wages and longer hours thanks to the LNP government. The lucky country, indeed.

Wages are falling, as living expenses are increasing. People are being forced to work longer hours for less money, while every conceivable service turns into user pays. Medicare is cut. Pensions are cut. Welfare is cut, and those who are reliant on welfare are called bludgers of the worst kind by their very own government. Inequality is spiralling out of control.

And then, this Liberal Government wonders why there is increased crime and violent home invasions, never for a minute equating such things to their own policies.

So, what did I do? I came home and put Dionne Warwick on, what else was there to do.