Filed under: Politics
I had this published in The Age on Wednesday.I hate to rain on everyone’s parade, but I am sure I saw Osama bin Laden in my local Kwikee Mart yesterday. He was checking out the halal meat with Princess Di and Elvis.
Filed under: Daniel Day Lewis
I always wanted to be Daniel Day Lewis as a youngster.
He was such a revelation as an actor, and had the additional benefit of having his handsomeness only matched by horniness. It was the film My Beautiful Laundrette did it. And more than likely that kiss with Saeed Jaffrey that did it. In fact, I know believe that this was the first boy-on-boy kiss I had ever seen. Look at them. No wonder I am hooked.So todayspost is a nod to Daniel Day-Lewis, and an acknowledgement that my fucking right foot hurts and I am limping.
I Hate Naomi Robson.
Naomi Robson is the most evil woman on earth. My mission is to stop her. I hate her.
Recently Naomi went to west Papua to save a six year old boy from being eaten alive. She believed that there were cannibals and that they had already sharpened their knives for poor little Wa Wa.
She was duped.
There are no cannibals.
Robson accused a rival consumer affairs show of dobbing her in as she was was detained by Indonesian authorities on suspicion of being a journalist.
Naomi Robson is not a journalist. She is a highly paid television presenter. Naomi Robson will never be a journalist as she does not have the character to be a good journalist.
Naomi Robson is evil and must be stopped.
Here is Dave. He is a spunk.
He has been a bad boy and now he has been a good boy.
I have been bad boy and am now trying to be a good boy.
Being a good boy is boring. I have now endured 28 Tigger-free days. It has been ok. Somewhat dull, but useful and instructive too. I can live on my own, with a degree of control. Apart from when neat English bands come to Australia and I take four party pills in one night, and become a complete and utter trashbag.This incidently, brings me to my next problem, and that is; Do i embrace my iner trashbag, or reject him for the security and comfort of boredom.
Mmmm, maybe it is time for a pill and a good lie down!
I was alone,
Falling free,
Trying my best not to forget.
I am writing this from work on the Monday after Placebo. I have the headphones in and am buzzed. Still. It is all good, I have made my deal with God and I am a happy man.
I love you. Now. Tomorrow and into the future. I cried after you called me on Friday night. Not because I was sad, but because I was happy. I was happy for you and happy for me. I had one of the greatest nights out ever on Friday. I only wish you were there to share it with me. And that is what I want from you; more shared experiences.
Placebo were excellent live. They went off, I went off. It was simply one of the greatest live events that I have ever been too. They came out like Autonomotons, played like Autonomotons, and I danced like a maniac. I was enhanced as seemingly they were too. “No hesitation, no delayYou come on just like special K. Just like I swallowed half my stash. I never ever want to crash”. The night didn’t end straight after Placebo. I picked up a couple of groovers from Perth and lead Matt and Marnie into town. We danced at Club Retro, at the Indie dance bar until four. It was fantastic. I see clearly now. I know where I am. I know what I want. I am one.
“Out of the womb and into the void,
I wanna try but I get annoyed,
Can’t you see these skies are breaking?
So out of the womb and into the void.
I am one,
I am.
I am one,
I am I am I am I am.
I am one,
I am.
I am one,
I am I am I am I am I am.
On top of the world you get lots of things done.”
