Folks, I love this time of year when traffic vanishes for a month or so, and my morning pedal to work isn’t a panic-filled commute in Gladstone’s Mad Max Death Race.
It’s so quite on the streets that I’ve cautiously ventured onto the roads for a change. Continue reading
I never wore goggles… because I didn’t want to see the eels!
Folks, like most teens during the Christmas school holidays I was time rich but cash poor. So, I’d rouse myself from bed at the crack of noon and set about making a few bucks.
I mowed lawns, pumped petrol, snorkelled for loose change and missing jewellery in the town pool and recycled aluminium cans. But my most lucrative income stream was collecting lost golf balls. Continue reading
Yeah… I’ve got this
Folks, this year I’ve decided to get my New Year’s Resolutions out of the way early; pity I didn’t think to do the same thing with my Christmas shopping.
Anyway, at my age (a sprightly fifty-one) I reckon I’ve got roughly another twenty or so years to get my act together in order to be a better human being, so it’s time to get slightly serious about it; life that is. Continue reading
- In the middle of nowhere we stumbled across this…
Folks, as lads, my brother and I spent one set of Christmas holidays navigating Gladstone’s freshwater creek systems; on leaky, inflatable, sleeping mattresses.
Our main goal was to find the source of Police Creek, which fed into Auckland Creek, so we paddled up the major creeks of west Gladstone (Briffney, Tigalee and Carthurbie), with the fervour of pioneers searching for the source of the Nile.
Of course, while those intrepid folk had to contend with lions, crocodiles and malaria, at least they didn’t have to stop every ten minutes to blow up their air-mattresses.
Folks, for the past forty years I’ve hoarded a box of treasure under my bed; a cache of comic books. Continue reading
Summer! Yippee! Swimming! Watermelon! Picnics! Hailstorms! Cricket! Totem Tennis! Overflowing gutters! BBQ’s! Beach! Trampoline Lashed to the Fence! Ice Cream! Iced Tea! Emergency Supply Kit Updated! Hammocks! Heatstroke! Mangoes! Insurance Paperwork Stashed Safely Away!
Summer… yay? Continue reading
Folks, I recently met a bloke whose personal motto is: “To leave people better than I found them.”
As mottos go I reckon it’s far better than: “Screw everyone else, I’m alright!” Continue reading