In a bid to keep training my voice until such time as a speech therapist may be engaged, every now and then I will inflict the odd reading of something or other on you, long-suffering reader. Of course you already know you can find my regular poetry readings […]
Yesterday I had some business to attend to in the Big Smoke, and I tried to avoid the early rush hour traffic pouring into the city centre through the northern suburbs by parking my car at a railway station in the outer outskirts, after which I ambled into […]
A ghost, a shell A left over half-memory of what – on earth – I might have been. Burning bridges while I stride, Leaving those around me, pre-emptive strikes. Lest they, like me, find out too soon Once again, a wager lost. Trust placed in me – a […]
In a country where not that long ago but certainly pre-Turnbull days, it would have been quite feasible to find oneself downing a scooner in shorts and T-shirt (I won’t say singlet) while standing at the bar of a hotel (read pub) next to the Prime Minister or […]
Where on earth to start … getting a tad tired of the old Luctor et Emergo. Decided to ditch the Madopar, it was debilitating and denigrating. Back to the old Kinson drawing board again.
Don’t forget, the only prerogative we blokes have is that we are given permission to grow more distinguished as we get older. Have a ripper mate..