Coming down to perform next week.
Sorry I've not been online lately - well, for fkn ages actually - but I've been flat out like a lizard drinking.
Am just out from under getting this year's Reality Bites festy together, in which our unofficial patron, JBHMSLF will be appearing in July, as well as;
●publishing G-Man's next book of poetry
●rehearsing like crazy for its launch in Sydney at the Brett Whitely studio in September,
●keeping the garden going for want of actual money
●caring for G-man's and my own increasingly demented aged mothers
●working on my writing
●duck wrangling (and Christmas culling if I dare to count all their eggs before they hatch @ $20/kg, which may go some way to alleviating actual money status).
● duties chef du maison ordinaire or, in middle English: Housebonde
●working for actual money
● cocktail hour
As you can see, there are very few windows of opportunity before sleep rolls round, not even for my favourite disaster porn fetish.
So, by about October, it's looking good for re-engagement with the outer universe, which begins at Caboolture.
It would be great to see you guys if you can get along.
love and wet fishes