A very brief bitter history.

It seems to be that the more dire world events become, the more we need our bread and circuses to give us some emotional and psychological relief. Back in the days of ye olde yore, unless an army marched into the village, the only dire events were an occasional fire, a sweep of the plague or an unexpected death. The village fool was all the “escapism” people needed. Then, with the advent of newspapers and wirelesses, people gradually became aware of what was happening in the whole county, then the counties next to them and then, the nation as a whole. As a result, theatre attendances tripled, the ballet was invented and people started writing “romances” and printing them off to sell for a penny. Then, we began to hear more about disasters...

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Heroes.

The local media demonstrates a growing tendency to call anyone who has achieved anything reasonably notable as: a hero. So… We have: a former Olympic swimming hero; Aussie cricket heroes; snow-boarding heroes; a racing car hero; a music industry hero… It’s blinkin’ ridiculous! I find myself shouting at the television: “He’s not a hero, he’s a sportsman for crying out loud! He gets paid megabucks to be good at this.” You want a hero? What about the country fire-fighters, putting their lives on the line to save other people’s lives, homes, property and stock? Some of these fellows have been fighting a fire that’s been raging in the mid-north of our state for nearly a month, in deep gullies and what was...

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Books should be ‘magical’.

Life has its little disappointments. I’m not talking about the big ones like cancer, bush-fires, flood, earthquakes, heart attacks, war, terrorism and divorce. I mean the little ones: the hamburger not looking like the ones in the ads; getting caught in the wrong traffic light cycle and getting red lights all the way home… That sort of thing. For example, I’ve been taking Caltrate Plus for over two years now and, unlike the woman in the advertisement, I’m still utterly crap at playing tennis. Mind you, I was also rather pathetic at it before I started taking the supplement but there was a faint element of hope. One of the things that irritates me is when an author lets me down. A few years ago one of my sisters gave me a novel for...

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No blog today (Thanks, Herman’s Hermits.)

No blog today, my brain has gone away. I only just managed to feed the Wonder Dog. No blog today, I’ve had the monthly jab, The drug has kicked in and my head’s in a fog. My stomach’s churning, my head is really pounding. I drag myself around like I’m nearly half dead. I want to lie down, I can’t be bothered typing. Whatever I’d write…you’d wish you hadn’t read. No blog today, my brain has gone away. All I’ve thought up is cynical and bad. No blog today, I apologise dear readers. It’s all about me; I’m feeling sick and sad. Seriously folks, when the drug’s swirling around inside I lose my rose-coloured glasses; the world becomes a dark and miserable place, without hope and utterly...

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