Issue 54

..the resting of containers and consumed beer by glass – or in New Zealand by the jug. I can still remember a bar in Sydney with white tiles on the floor and sawdust on the floor for the same reason as abattoirs had them – it made it much easier to hose the blood and…

Bill’s Twang cont. This one’s tuned to open E (e-b-e-g#-b-e). Anyway, I can hear the nurse calling me. It’s time for my medicine. Come along to a gig and talk down-tuning. If you need help or lessons, you can contact me through the website’s Contact Us link.

.. tastes embrace the elegant and refined, she still prides herself on being able to spot a bargain. Understandably she’s been hassling me for quite a while about the medieval trackie pants and a few weeks ago she spotted some bargain trackies coming up in Aldi. Aldi. Aldi was unknown to me before she and…

Anyway, there I am looking so 1972 with a big shirt collar and a porno moustache to boot, being seriously assertive while saying nothing of any substance. Once I’d got over the shock of seeing myself looking so fucking young, I was immediately reminded of a number of similar interviews I’ve seen on telly with…

that there is a world where you could travel where everything looks much the same, where there is no sense of place. Just the same experience. The perfect model is the airport where pretty much no matter where you are it is deliberately the same experience. Many travellers must wonder whether the plane merely flew…

Let me say that it can rain in New Zealand. But, by prior arrangement with Elizabeth, not where we were. Whilst we were in Auckland in rained in the South Island – one place had Melbourne’s average annual rainfall in one day – and when were in the South Island it rained in Auckland. However…