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just found my favourite comedy sketch again! i saw this years ago but had forgotten about it for quite some time… until now.

the first time i saw this i cried and laughed and wheezed until i grabbed my sides and fell off the chair. you know when something is that funny that you can’t function until you’re on the floor? or is that just me?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aijj2KCAruQ

Sex pistols
the Celibate Rifles
Machine Gun Fellatio

what’s with that?

now that i have your attention with that ridiculous title…

i was walking along hindley street thursday evening past the strip clubs, yiros joints, tattoo parlours, internet cafes, bookshops, marijuana paraphernalia outlets and mini-marts on the way to a class at Adelaide Centre for the Arts in Light Square. I was listening to music and bustling along bittersweet-symphony style between hund…

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ever hear an album – and maybe it’s an album you’ve owned and loved for years – and suddenly one day you listen to the lyrics and you think ‘my god, he’s singing about me. that’s my life, right now!’ and then the next song more of the same, the same sweep of emotions you’re going through. and the whole album is you as you are in that moment?

that happens to me from time to time. i guess some…

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who was it that said “the combined IQ of the human species is fixed; the population however, continues, to increase”?

never was this so evident to me as in adelaide city last night and today.

why o sun do you shine upon my shoulder when i know not warmth,
cannot know warmth, nor recall it?
why must you do this, when i will not recollect this warm kiss upon the back of my neck…
...lest i remember his also? once upon a time.

why, o cloud crouching on yonder horizon, will you not churn
and roil for me and cover the sky with darkness?
my skin wishes the sting of hard rain,
my…

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Advice to self: stop waiting for someone to throw you a life preserver and start swimming.

Oh and listen to Tom. Don’t go down to Fannin Street, k?

what is it about the blues that lifts my spirits?

last night i was at the first annual adelaide guitar festival in elder park and, i tell you, i went there feeling down and, well, blue. but listening to slide guitar for two and a half hours under the stars and men wailing about women leaving them and running out of booze and their dogs running off on them and being dragged behind trucks by w…

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Anyone else think Paul McCartney looks more and more like Angela Lansbury (she of Murder She Wrote) with each passing year. I think he should capitalize on this, or some tv exec should. All he needs is a bicycle, a dress, a straw hat and a typewriter for his own tv series, where he rides about touring sleepy coastal communities, solving murders, writing mystery novels, and singing a song as eac…

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Here goes…

I’ve set myself a writing deadline, because I’ve been wasting too much time with promises of manana. I absolutely have to have this thing done by the XXth of XXber. Deep breath. Here we go.

Wish me luck.