I don’t know what to write sometimes. … what does one write so that others may read with interest.


I recall when I invented this site I thought to myself, people really do write a lot of trollops on the net don’t they!

ie - “Today, I was a teenager and I was misunderstood”

what a load of TROLLOPS!

( what a cool WORD! )

It makes one wonder about whether or not the whole bloggup thing is particularly about connecting with other people or just about venting your thoughts in the hope that someone understands you or … just about reading other people’s minds …

Some crazy people I know … (and work with) sometimes think that the radio is inserting thoughts into their head, or people are taking thoughts out

… this is called “Ideas of reference” … I have no idea what that refers to really … but that’s what Psycho-iatrists call it.
Others have this great idea that someone has put a chip in their head or neck that controls them or tracks them or whatever
… which is all fine until they try to get it out with a fuck-off big machete. Big messy procedure which invariably brings people to the attention of mental health services. It’d kind of suck to have a chip in your neck though wouldn’t it?

Other people feel that they are so

unbearably

light that if

they don’t wear their


boots

at all times they

… might


… just

… float
…….. away.


Now that would suck.

Wouldn’t it.

Uropuntja

This photo is from a trip I made to Utopia (I know, it sounds lovely doesn't it!)

this photo is of weird lines of light in the sky at Uropuntja.

I am my own imaginary friend. There are moments when I catch myself talking to the floor about some situation that I once was in … maybe I’m playing the situation out better. That comeback that must have been better than the crap I came up with at the time. Or some future conversation I could be in. ‘could’ being the operative word. It’s all bloody fantasy.
Gets me into trouble sometimes. Well, it’s a little embarrassing. Car parks always undo me. I’ll be happily muttering to myself thinking I’m all alone then I’ll look up and catch eyes with some husband sitting in his car waiting for some wife to finish work so he can drive her home talking about the nutter who works in the nut-house. Name tag swinging around my neck as bounce up to my car, I keep on bouncing to the song that I’d been singing the whole time … no not talking to myself – singing! Of course, if that prick reckons I’m picking up habits from work, that’s his fuckin’ problem.

and another review

wow, I got another one ... I'm on fire ... or - I was on fire ... and I passed all of that fire to creating my fiery CD.

I had to create a "review" section on this blog to accomodate all of the millions of squillions of reviews that are just piling in ... not that that does much to the sales volume but it makes me feel a bit better about the annoyingly annoying level of work you have to put in to get your independent CD "out there". Just check on the side-bar to the right of these words ... see it there? it's the one that says "reviews" ... just click on that there ... very nice ... goodbye.

I fly to Finke today in a charter plane ... I shall make a little movie out the side of the desert ... I'll tell you ALL about it tomorrow.

can't wait!

jxo