This image represents me best- bland, unassuming, neither particularly attractive nor unattractive, looking for love in all the wrong places. And rocking a sick mask

  • Age: 41
  • Joined: August 2007


The Passion of Peter Pan

Been thinking more in the last couple of days about the modern reluctance to abandon youth. It’s a topic that’s always fascinated me, but has become the bee in my bonnet recently. Don’t ask me why. / Anyways, have decided to step away from the usual eulogising of snackfoods, contact sport, etc etc just for a moment. Hope at least some people like it. / Comment invited. / The Pa…
Posted about 8 years – 7 comments


Well, it’s finals time in our fair city and Melbourne has been gripped in its usual hysteria. Feeling somewhat apprehensive about this evening’s entertainment and sharing the MCG with the baying Colling wood army. Hence this loving tribute / The swelling, angry tide / A rich and acrid funk / Scum. / A cacophony of boos, / Bitter, twisted humanity / Scum / This swarming, vulgar / Mass…
Posted about 8 years – Leave a comment


The storms, when they came, / Were bitter and unwelcome. / Yet somehow and always.. / Not nearly enough. / This infernal season / So bleak, so cheerless / A pitiless smack in the eye / I / am / Impervious……. / Succoured by the / gentle touch, the kiss / of serendipity, / Winter days swollen / by hope, a brilliant / good fortune, / and…… / The Geelong Football Club
Posted about 8 years – 4 comments

The Works

Chris W’s reaction to my somewhat strident criticism got me to thinking- exactly why have I reacted so violently to his work? Am I so obsessed that art should have meaning, style, theme, and form? Shouldn’t I rejoice in the free and spontaneous nature of the creative moment? Do I dare to post without the polish? / So, in the spirit of the thing, I decided to produce a tribute to the …
Posted about 8 years – 12 comments