The written translations of some of the random thoughts found wandering aimlessly through the cavities of my mind (that are post-able).

Somebody replaced my stomach with a large mass of gurglechuck.

There are days when alcohol does not like me. Days where it seeks revenge for my wanton disregard of its existence and desire to turn it to waste.
Today is one of those days.

My eyes are as heavy as my slightly bloated stomach and my bowel is mud.

I suppose I should apologise to my body for the abuse and promise not to mistreat it again, but deep down I know I would be lying, that I would ...

I just strolled into the doctors surgery to see a sign.
"We are closing early tonight. Sorry no more walk ins".
With a smile on my face I say to the lady "The world is conspiring against me. Can I make an appointment for tomorrow".
"I'll fit you in" she say with a smile.
You know that was going to be my good thing in life, but a bloke has just sat down next to me who looks like he has had his hands burnt off.

...

I got off the plane tired.
Very tired.

I had been up all night partying. It was my last night in Phuket and I had done myself proud.

Not that I slept much at all while I was away, I mean why would you?

Everything in Patong was for sale. It was only the price that changed.
Given that I am a keen shopper I was having fun.
Not only was I looking to purchase the things that caught my eye, but I was out to play.

Turns out that ...

Nice to see some new blogs.

This one won't be very interesting.

I've come home to an old job with an old boss who has realised my worth and adjusted accordingly.

I still find myself bored and depressed.
But hey, such is life.

I have been writing stuff, sadly i only have internet through my mobile so none of it has ended up here.
I like putting stuff up here as it will keep.

It is the usual banter.

Strangely ...

(I got my mum to open up about a moment in her childhood and the result was this).

It was 1936, we lived in a house in Battle street, Mosman park. A quarter acre with another quarter acre behind it divided by a row of figs, almonds and grapes. I remember we had lady fingers so fine they would have put a pianist to shame and sweet brown sugar figs about the size of an apricot. I remember they were sweet like nectar.

In front of the fruit trees was the clothes line, lawn, ...