Work experience with John Loughnan Stud Stock marketing- a week that resonated for years.
While I was wandering aimlessly through my last year of secondary school, I was given the opportunity to do work experience with a local firm that specialised in producing a…
Rediscovering photography through the immediacy of photo journalling
Photography fascinated me when I was a kid. To be fair, there was much more to be fascinated about. Cameras were things of wonder with different lenses, shutter speeds and…
Blockchain and the powers that should not be.
I very rarely publicly mention blockchain or cryptocurrency. You either get it or you don’t. Getting it requires at least one of two key things. You have to be open…
Summit Avenue Belmont Memories of a Simple Time
When I dream, I often find that I am back in Summit Avenue, free, happy and with the world at my feet. My earliest memories are of Summit Avenue. It…
When old men chase young boy’s dreams- the Collingwood board fight
Collingwood football club has been in my blood forever. I’ve ridden the various highs and lows with dogged fanaticism. I have borne the multiple Grand Final losses with a proud…
Owning the past is better than being owned by it.
Recently I came across a great meme about owning the past. It read something like -: Unless we choose to own the past we choose to be owned by it.…
The Ultimate Act of Rebellion is Spirituality
Before I began a ten year descent into ever darker places, I wrote a rough draft of some lyrics for a song that never got written let alone sung –…
Letting Go Of Darkness Is Not An Easy Task
When you embrace darkness it takes you in, welcomes you and then when you’re comfortable,starts to bite. Collateral Damage- Postcards From Hell I’m on more than nodding terms with darkness.…
Ritchie Blackmore – the Man In Black who Shone Light in my darkness
Ritchie Blackmore just turned 76. It doesn’t feel right writing that. Heroes are larger than life. They’re not meant to grow old. Blackmore has always been my hero. Well at…
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 anymore. There’s a lot of money to be made doing…