Buying and selling the lie
Lets be honest. We all lie. Even if it’s only to ourselves. Nobody’s perfect. Lying is part of being human. It isn’t a nice part but it’s a human frailty that we all share. Some of us have made it an art form. Others hardly ever do. But we all …
Late in the Third Wet Sail Flying
Its getting late in the third quarter. My second wind kicked in a while back. There’s a feeling that I’ve weathered the storm. Not a moment too soon, it has to be said. I was all at sea early. Too much mucking about, as the great Tommy Hafey used to …
Victimhood – a cultivated state of mind
According to the Cambridge dictionary victimhood is: the condition of having been hurt, damaged, or made to suffer, especially when you want people to feel sorry for you because of this or use it as an excuse for something https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/victimhood It’s an easy trap to fall into – one that I could be accused of myself . I am acutely aware of the risk in …
Brendan Connell and his God
We were good mates I haven’t thought about Brendan Connell for decades. We were mates in primary school, when we both were unequivocal catholics. He was good fun, smart and a better than average sportsperson. We competed fiercely with each other scholastically and in a sporting sense. Occassionally we came …
Where did your dreams go
Where did your dreams go? I’m not talking about last night’s half remembered journey into never land. I’m talking about your real hopes and dreams. The possibilities and endless potential that you saw when you were a child. What happened to them? Can you remember what they were? Do you …
The Deep Purple songs that kept me alive
I’ve just about completed my book tentatively titled Postcards from Hell, Snapshots From a Purpled Mind. It’s no epic and is probably self indulgent but its been cathartic for me. Its a series of snapshots of various parts of my life with references to various Deep Purple songs that seemed …
Little league,loss, longing and lessons in life
South Barwon Little League 1971 It seems such a long time ago. Fifty years next year actually, but my mind often strays back to those golden little league days when all that mattered was an hour or so on a Saturday morning. I was only eight (a baby really) when …
The Black Dog and Blue Skies
When I was younger…so much younger than today I knew I was in deep trouble with the black dog but I didn’t seek help. I battled on, fighting an unwinnable internal war by self medicating and surrounding myself with as much noise as possible. I feared silence and wanted no …
Clearly Quite Absurd
Clearly Quite Absurd is a very quiet piece from the Deep Purple album Rapture of the Deep. Its concept is simple. Life would be much simpler if we could clear away all the clutter and subterfuge and just read each other’s minds. There’s some lines in there that hit home …
Salvation
Sometimes potential life partners pass each other by with never a backward glance. Time and circumstances don’t create the necessary spark. Other times, the stars align and everything falls into place. If I’d met Brigid three months earlier we may have simply passed each other by as I was still …