Issue 43

..winner. I hoped it would get better. But it didn’t. Whatever Weiwei turned his hand was boring. Uninspiring. Bloated. Very big and very pointless. I had gone to the National Gallery of Victoria to see the latest blockbuster of Andy Warhol and Ai Weiwei. I went with some trepidation as, whilst I think that Warhol…

.. their lack of salesmanship, because after twenty minutes of standing in the bitterly cold wind that was whipping round the schoolyard in a numbed kind of reverie interrupted only by the unwanted blandishments of the blotchy-faced woman in the crocheted poncho selling wax cups of tea and $2.00 raffle tickets (prizes of this year’s…

Robbo’s blah cont. I must tell you Lisa and I have had a lot of fun putting it all together and look forward to a fun and romantic evening. So until next time, may your news be Good News. Bye for now Keep smiling Robbo

Manners certainly didn’t apply in these fraternal disputes. I suppose there had to be some release from perpetually polite behaviour – we were lads after all – but our constant bickering eventually led to our having to be separated and given our own bedrooms. Of course I got the better bedroom and Richard was consigned…

Bill’s Twang cont. and maybe even knock a few walls down. If you are at one of our gigs, feel free to come up and have a downtuning rave. Lap Steel and Slide raves are encouraged. Happy Sliding..

..where you might be going. A period, or even a singularity, when one realises that this is as good as it gets. When you have achieved the right balance between youthful folly and the wisdom of age – a brief moment in time – such as when Goldilocks found the best porridge, chair and bed…