Fantiniville

I work in an a demountable building. Which in essence there isn't anything wrong with. It provides walls, floor, ceiling, whiteboards, desks etc… And it’s not the first demountable building I have worked in. Actually I believe l was educated in a demountable building or two at the good old Public School I attended. Years 4 and 5…I think... The mind gets a little cloudy if it has to remember pre-teens. I do recall participating in a tree planting day and being part of a naming ceremony for the “garden” that the school had now just constructed via some very cheap (AKA free) child labour. The garden covered the grounds immediately around and next to the demountables that I believe basically was to try and hide the fact they were educating the countries future in hot tin boxes held up by a few strategically placed brick stacks. Not that we minded… And not that any of my classmates (that I am aware of) have become Australia’s next leaders, Noble Pe...

On some level you can understand why the little Aussie battler can get a bit lost in the vast open lands, seas and space of Planet Earth. Throw in a few clusters of humans, make some benchmark policies so we can form a society and being a battler can get pretty cra cra out there. Life can be very tricky to decipher. There are so many options, Alternatives to consider, And contradictions. We state all men are created equal. Exhibit a = Dwayne The Rock Johnson Exhibit b = Clive Palmer Both massive marrrrrrrsssssive units that can exude power. But pppuuuuuurrrrrrrrllllllease! Put the cowboy up against Hercules and old Brokeback doesn’t stand a chance. A tiny tiny weeeeeee percentage of the population can make a living out of singing, and yet we have 17 046 TV shows on daily trying to convince us otherwise. When a man gets sick, I mean really on deaths door with Ebola...  Sorry no, my mistake, I mean with...

For those of you that have known me throughout the years... The teenage years... Throughout my 20’s... And now in my 30’s... You would be aware that there have been 3 constants in my life. 1) My dislike for young humans 2) My fear of flying animals, insects, mutants, whatever has the power to hover above my head, and 3) That my feet are the most beautiful part of my body. They have always been stunning. Naturally stunning. Not over the top pampered pedicures and polish every week. On the odd occasion I may have had a lovely little Asian or Pilipino lady, child, she-man scrub them back, buff them up and put a coat of colour on them. But in general, I am lucky enough to state that I have been blessed with ah la natural proportionate and impressive looking feet. Some people, when asked about their most endearing feature may feel awkward and shy away from answering. Some may have eyes that glisten so brightly you already know it’s that levitating twinkle...

The definition of addiction is:- "The state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming. T he continued repetition of a behavior despite adverse consequences, or a neurological impairment. These habits and patterns associated with addiction are typically characterized by immediate gratification (short-term reward), coupled with delayed deleterious effects (long-term costs)" I'm sure the bible says something along the lines of "Do not be deceived... blah blah blah, evil morals and corruption" Wow - take that the sisters at Bridgine College who never gave me anything higher than 49% in religion back in the day! High fivesie's to me! I believe I have one of these neurological impairments... An increased need for this immediate gratification... That can bring me to tears at times. Now the "times" are becoming for frequent... No longer is it "whenever I can get it...

Having a little more time on my hands of late... And being in Newcastle for longer than the former 7 day routine... I've developed an inner shudder, A real swollen and itchy bee- sting within. It's now happened on a semi regular occurrence, which means it wont be long before this little Italian princess wigz out better than Kayne and addresses the issue head on. Stair climbing etiquette is what I'm talking about! I know... There is apparently apologies needed to be made to Indonesia, Debt deficit ceilings that need to be raised, And Toolie Tomic hanging out at Schoolies week. But in T's town, this is just as high, if not higher on the "get your shit sorted agenda" as any other first world issue. When I set off on my waddle/shuffle to soak up the great Newcastle coastline I pop the headphones in and think I'm a gazelle like figure (in reality I am completely aware I am far more like a gecko than a gazelle) floating across the top of p...

I'm all for positive thinking... Looking on the brighter, lighter side of life... I'm all for openness and honesty... We all know the sayings... Do to others as you would want done to yourself. What you put out into the world will be returned. Positive thoughts brings positive actions. And all the glass half full jazz you can get. I like it. I get it. I live by it. But there is a limit. And the lady I met this morning didn't just tear this limit to shreds... she added some rawness to it, mixed it up with some CLAG glue and built herself a new paper mache Positive Thinking Campervan - like Barbie used to have... but a pimped out version - fit for any mine site! I'm not sure if this lovely, lovely lunatic was on a concoction of peptides, ecstasy and good old fashioned caffeine, but she was all about stretching the real situation into one that was so far from reality, that Richard Branson would be wanting to launch his 2nd Virgin Atlantic interga...