Well my "bestie" MissTommy is pretty wacky and I guess I'm not too far behind her. So for those of you that think all Aussies are crazy, here's two clips of a guy who's more serious than most, Sam Simmonds.
Can't write much today cuz I can't find my glasses, sorta just getting by with an old pair so it's all pretty much cut and paste for this blog.
A photo from a recent function wearing a Pink Floyd tie and showing my very worst drivers licence photo type face, with friend Rania looking radiant.
An old poem, some time after the divorce I attended a short course on living single, this is what I was thinking after the first night.
MY LIFE AS A FISH (Lux 1992)
I was content in my solitude,
on my own,
I knew where I was at.
There was no one in this town
I needed to impress
until I entered that uninviting room
full of people,
all lonely and alone.
Most of them like stranded fish,
gasping for breath
with only their sad eyes
above the black mud
You were like a beacon further out to sea.
A shining light
NO - a flashing light.
Was that a friendly flash
or a warning flash?
WARNING
stay on this side of the room!
The other sex can't be trusted at the moment
and am I not also a gasping fish?
Why else would I be here?
I feel sick,
need fresh air,
DON'T MOVE!
All the fish will notice.
Breathe slowly,
try not to gasp.
Don't even know why I'm here,
"Live Successfully As A Single Person"
that's how the advertisment read
'One Night A Week For Eight Weeks".
You are the only one not gasping,
how do you do it?
I want to walk over and touch you,
impress you
by not gasping like the other fish.
But I can't,
need to be alone,
I was alone
when I came here tonight,
now I feel lonely.
For those who could be bothered getting to the end, thank you.
Lux
Can't write much today cuz I can't find my glasses, sorta just getting by with an old pair so it's all pretty much cut and paste for this blog.
A photo from a recent function wearing a Pink Floyd tie and showing my very worst drivers licence photo type face, with friend Rania looking radiant.
An old poem, some time after the divorce I attended a short course on living single, this is what I was thinking after the first night.
MY LIFE AS A FISH (Lux 1992)
I was content in my solitude,
on my own,
I knew where I was at.
There was no one in this town
I needed to impress
until I entered that uninviting room
full of people,
all lonely and alone.
Most of them like stranded fish,
gasping for breath
with only their sad eyes
above the black mud
You were like a beacon further out to sea.
A shining light
NO - a flashing light.
Was that a friendly flash
or a warning flash?
WARNING
stay on this side of the room!
The other sex can't be trusted at the moment
and am I not also a gasping fish?
Why else would I be here?
I feel sick,
need fresh air,
DON'T MOVE!
All the fish will notice.
Breathe slowly,
try not to gasp.
Don't even know why I'm here,
"Live Successfully As A Single Person"
that's how the advertisment read
'One Night A Week For Eight Weeks".
You are the only one not gasping,
how do you do it?
I want to walk over and touch you,
impress you
by not gasping like the other fish.
But I can't,
need to be alone,
I was alone
when I came here tonight,
now I feel lonely.
For those who could be bothered getting to the end, thank you.
Lux
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I'll always remember when I came across a mini Kermit and it had to be mine because it was Lux!
You really were one of the best people on here. It hurts whenever I see you come up on my friends list.
I click on your name for some reason with hopeless hope. It's been years. You think it would sink in by now.
The tears are welling.
And you're still not here.