I was dreaming that we were trying to work out how to get over to mum’s house, there was something to do with the car, even though, in the dream, we’re in mum’s house, well not exactly, it was a Camberwell’esque house. The kitchen had a door out into the side walkway, and the lounge room came off the kitchen. We’re having trouble working out how to get over there and all the while standing in mum’s lounge room.
Then there was a knock on the kitchen door and I pulled up the white blind that was covering the window and mum was there peering in. It was 9:30am. She said she’d come over to pick us up. I open the kitchen door and she said, “About time that you open the door I have been yelling out and knocking for hours.”
“Hours?” I question.
“Well for the longest time,” she said. “Until I got your attention.”
Then she was walking around to the front of the house, as though we should follow, as if we had no time to waste.
I woke up with a start.
What was that all about? Seriously?
7am. I get up.
Do, I think of this as the first day of my holidays? I know that sounds kind of dumb, but it is a new year, in with the new, out with the old, here we go, race. Or, you know, take a step towards the future, whichever one you feel you can manage.
I make coffee.
I continued to clean out my laptop folders. End of the year, new dates have to be added, files and folders for the old year have to be wrapped up. It’s kind of exciting, you know, everything new.
7.44am. Sam and Otto get up.
I make porridge and coffee. Only a small bowl of porridge for Sam.
I read the Guardian.
Jocelyne Wildenstein, socialite known for extreme cat-like plastic surgery, dies at 84. Known as ‘one of the jet set’s most outrageous characters’, Wildenstein died in Paris hotel aged 84.
All those billions and that's how she looked?
Scott Morrison rings in the New Year with Donald Trump at Mar-a-Lago resort. Former Australian prime minister posted a photograph with himself, his wife Jenny and Donald and Melania Trump on X.
Ug!
New Orleans truck attack that killed 15 being investigated as ‘act of terrorism’. Suspect in deadly New Orleans vehicle attack was 13-year US army veteran.
Well? After all that training...
One dead after Tesla Cybertruck explodes outside Trump hotel in Las Vegas. Cybertruck was stuffed with firework mortars and camp fuel canisters, with authorities working to determine the motive of the incident.
I couldn't help but picture Musk exploding in front of Trump
Coventry woman who vanished 52 years ago found alive and well. Mystery of Sheila Fox’s disappearance at 16 solved after fresh police appeal.
Wow! A whole life time.
8.30am. Sam goes to the supermarket.
I make more coffee.
9am. I finish cleaning out my working laptop folder.
Sam feeds the bulldogs.
I start watching iHip News. I love those chicks. Tell it how it is.
10am. I have a shower.
10:16am. We take the dogs for a walk.
The sun is shining, it’s quite warm.
We meet Jackson Wagg as we head out the front gate. He says hello to the dogs. They say hello to him.
“I like it when I am adored,” he says.
We followed a couple of pugs up Gertrude Street, then have their arseholes on full display, like pugs do. You know, like every 18 year old baby gay you have ever known.
We turn into Nicholson Street. The sun disappears behind the clouds the cool breeze picks up. It’s still quite a nice day, though.
We head through the side streets. The sun is shining brightly; the sky is blue dotted with white clouds.
The traffic is busy coming up Brunswick Street so we keep walking.
I have a sniff round Vinnies. Nothing. We continue walking up Brunswick Street.
The sun is shining when we get home
Late morning, I walk down Smith Street. I get on a tram at Woolies. A cute Asian boy gets on with me. He swipes on. I get off after one stop. The cute Asian boy gets off with me. We head in different directions.
I go to The Salvos. I get an Ed Sheeran & Diana Krall, cds. I get The Lady In The Van (2015) DVD. Anything with Maggie Smith in it, let’s face it has to be good.
I leave the Salvos. I walk up Smith Street in the sunshine.
A ute stops rather unexpectedly in the middle of Smith Street, and let’s a woman go across in front of him. I reckon it was because she had huge tits with her headlights on, allowing him to have a prolonged look at them, and maybe a chance to touch himself. I’m pretty sure that is what just happened.
I check out another opshop. They have a half price sale on. The CD racks are half empty. It looks like I missed the CD deals. But, I get a copy of Kenny for 50 cents, probably it’s worth that, but it is Australian and I collect Australian films.
A really fat girl and her transsexual Filipino friend come walking towards me both puffing away on cigarettes. The fat girl had a gunt – I wonder how Sophie is doing? – and I worried about her obesity and smoking.
There is a gorgeous blue-eyed, blond-haired boy standing in ‘loser’s corner’ on the corner of Moor Street with all the other losers. He sounded like he had an educated accent, like he was slumming it from Brighton, or some place. He certainly looked good and blemish free, I was sure he would have smelt like soap. I imagine his religious parents found out he is gay and kicked him out of home. Maybe they came home unexpectedly and found him in bed with his boyfriend.
I get to the corner of the next street, and what looks like two Middle Eastern boys coming round the corner, one of them is whispering in the other’s ear, he is in white shorts and he seriously looks like he has a hardon. His mate must have been whispering sweet nothings.
(It would be hot for them to come onto each other against all their Muslim beliefs. Perhaps, they’d picked each other up at some gay club last night and had had a night of illicit love, and hardon boy was still feeling it, maybe was remembering what he’d just been up to)
I’m home just after lunch.
We ate Butter Chicken for lunch.
I watched all sorts of YouTube.
Midafternoon, lying on the couch, I start watching Tasty Classics and his revival of his green XJS Jaguar. And that took care of the rest of the afternoon.
6pm. The Misery Hour comes on. We ate 5 spice pork belly for dinner.
Sam listened to talks on religion by Francesca Stavrakopoulou. I love her. Best head of religion you can have
I bought Renee Geyer CDs, 3 actually, the latest live album released this year, her Renaissance Album, and Swing finally, well, the offer on that one is yet to be accepted.
(As it turned out, my offer on Renee Geyer’s Swing album was never responded to by the seller, sad face)
11.25pm. We went to bed.
Religion continued. Renee continued.
I wrote my journal.
12.12am. Lights out.
And that's the new year, two days in.
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