Lots of interesting activities take place in Melbourne’s suburban nature reserves. Dog walking, frisbee chucking, people lying on the grass (or smoking it), picnics, roller skating, jogging, gay men hooking up with other gay men and shamanic rituals. Though the last two aren’t linked they have touched each other. But not inappropriately. Continue reading →
It’s the only kind of tank I’ll ever be trusted with. And because my stock is worthless this is the closest I’m going to get to being floated. Perhaps the owners of the ‘Floatation Centre’ I recently visited are aspirational enough to see themselves floating on the stock market. In ten years time there could be a Floatation Centre on every High Street. From Tasmania to Christmas Island. Continue reading →
I think the voice in my head affects my ability to process important external information. By which I mean it talks over everyone else. People often mistake my poor attention for hearing loss. I’ve been called ‘deafo’ on more than one occasion.
This lack of focus has seen me perennially under achieve. Not necessarily by my standards, but certainly by those of our economically driven society. More recently my ‘lazy listening’ threatened to halt my writing career before it had escaped the stalls. Continue reading →
My daughter told me if she could choose to donate to a charity she’d choose LGBTQ. Her reasoning for this was it would be hard for persons of a non heterosexual bent to get a job. I agreed that if a hairy muscle bound plumber turned up for an interview in a dress and make up, he’d be unlikely to make the shortlist. However, given it’s not yet compulsory for people to have their sexual orientation or gender preferences tattooed on their foreheads, it would be difficult to know for sure if someone was L, G, T, B or Q. Continue reading →