Self indulgence. Now and Then: Memoirs of a Sort.

  Honestly folks, I’m sure you don’t believe me, but on this please do.  Most of my days start with a thought about you; you as a collective, not as an individual, although you - the singular = do get thought about pretty often. After that I amble downstairs and stand outside and gaze with amazement at the starry starry sky.  The longer the pee, the more I enjoy the experience. Back to bed and then the day starts. I’ve picked up some casual work at Coney Wines, about 7kms away and you can buy their wine in Majestic, maybe in Leamington if you can ever venture to a shop again. Tim is a most delightful oldish guy but probably as youthful as I am.  There is a degree of eccentricity about him and interesting conversation is intermingled with conversations of absurdity and stupidity, sometimes entering into a world of the ridiculous.  Heath Robinson invented a contraption to get the nets off the rows of vines.  I stand on the back of a small platform and stuff t...

  Birds Booze and Bikes First things first.  That blinkin earthquake.  T he end to a good night's sleep came at 02.43. I hate earthquakes so much I may be back in a part of the world with fewer hazards. Actually, Ali though it was me, but I tell you what if I can fart with such magnitude to shake the house, not only am I a world record breaker but I'm a legend and more impressive that I ever thought!! No structural damage that I know of and no bowel problems!! Phew. (that reminds me, have any of you seen that fantastic fun film called "A Mighty Wind"; it's nothing to do with earthquakes, but it a great little feel good film). On we go.   The 3 bs.  Yes, as you know, that’s me.  Like mr trump I’m constantly fighting off cleavage enhanced ‘birds’, I roar around on a HarleyD and I spend most of my vertical time swigging tequila sunrises and chardonnay.   You all know how I can be over enthusiastic with unnecessary words.  So this time I’m putting ...