Why Writing About Politics is an Exercise in Futility
Over the past five years so, I’ve spent a lot of time writing about politics. I don’t see the point…
Life is Precious Drink Every Second of It In
One of the great blessings of working from home is that I get the opportunity to correspond with a range…
Salt of the earth – a term seldom earned
“Salt of the earth” is one of those phrases that doesn’t get used much anymore. It conjures up images of…
Check out anytime. Its the end of the line
I arrived in Ararat with 3 guitars, a broken bed, a sound system, a couple of thousand dollars worth of…
Assange Extradition Decision Surprises and Teases
Regular readers know that I’m a passionate supporter of Julian Assange and his efforts to expose the criminal underbelly of…
Success tasted dirty stale and repugnant
I know success. Or so it would seem. Before I was thirty I was the Accountant at a small country…
Eddie Van Halen, dead but his music will live on
The first time I heard Eddie Van Halen, I thought it was a joke. My best friend at the time…
Coming Home to a Life Left Behind
I’ve been coming home to football for a while now. It’s been a long journey and there’s been more than…
Ghosts and demons of my colorful past hold no fears
When I fled Geelong in 1986, I was fleeing myself more than anything. In essence I was broken. An emotionally…
Music, Memories, Madness, Magic and Mayhem
“There is always music,” a friend reminded me this week. No matter what. There Is Always Music Without it, life…