Issue 45

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…

.. to be some sort of ‘interruption in the data flow’ and that somebody would look at it over the next two working days. So, when I can make an excuse to go to somebody’s place with a working Internet connection, I’ve been sending off another instalment of our monthly e-mail on their PCs. That’s…

.. book and a glass of wine. Or immersed in some permutation of social media their noses glued to the screen of their choice oblivious to their fate. This may not be a good description of the state of the world, its politics and economy but if you are feeling a bit depressed it just…

.. (with zero response) that we would like a comprehensive soundcheck starting earlier than usual and to that end we were on the point of leaving for the venue in the van and FIFO hire car when I suddenly remembered that I’d left my custom-made ear plugs in the room. I darted out of the…

..days as a kindy kid armed with gallons of foul-smelling poster paints that always ended up resolving to the colour of shit), has different cultural connotations around the world and at different times in its history. ‘..it was an act of true cowardice and I consider it appropriate that the Australian team were wearing yellow.’…

..hold them up to the light, they’re as transparent as the shroud of Turin. I suspect if Jesus were around today he would be just the sort of bloke to wear corduroys. It seems a long time ago now, but corduroy was once (briefly) a fashion fabric. It was The Beatles of course, but other…