I woke up at 6 this morning. Now even under the ordinary turn of events I would consider this a calamitous state of affairs. But this morning I woke up at 6 due to the fact that the door to my house is only a couple of metres from my head when I am sleeping. I have the privilege of a room that is right next to the front door. So when people aren’t careful about how they close the door, and let it slip through their fingers instead of closing it gently, the bang of the door slamming resonates … Continue reading the door
This is just a random post in the backwaters of the site to put up the lyrics from some songs by my flatmates band, Lemuria (if that is still their name). I initially put them up on my site around this time, but as the format of the site has changed, they don’t really fit in anymore. I helped write bits and pieces; meanwhile the band has done some recordings, written more songs, and I haven’t heard them play in ages (31/1/05).
At the summit of Mount Stirling, back in August 2002. Being a hardcore tourist in Sydney, in January 2002. On top of Diapason (7), Mount Arapiles, in early January 2002.
Unwilling to go too near the edge Eric and I, preparing a cold dinner Zooom.
Desperate attempts to boulder. Nick on The Dope Man.
Nick on the bunny boulder. July 2001 Nick bouldering somewhere trackside in Central Gully. Jan 2002
The penguin strolled confidently across the open savanna, sombrero clutched tightly in it’s hand. The briefcase it had left in the service station just 5 minutes ago was due to explode any time now. It smiled an evil smile, then kept walking. Actually, waddling. It preferred to think it had a suave stroll going though. It was like that – a rather arrogant penguin, it had been in the pay of the Kremlin for some years now