Nana-nana-nana-nana BATBRIDGE!

Today I come to you from sunny… From overcast Sidmouth. A beautiful little chunk of land which, much like most of the West Tamar municipality, is bordered on at least one side by the Tamar River. Tasmania’s answer to the Ganges only with 10% fewer corpses within its depths. You think I kid but I … Read more

Witty title about Weddings.

So it would seem that I haven’t really kept up to date with these promised regular blog posts regarding my time in the southernmost portion of the great southern land. I won’t say that I’d apologise for this because I don’t want to lie to you. I’m not sorry. I have been busy though. Turns … Read more

A sojourn in Taswegia.

I’m currently in Tasmania. It’s summer. It’s cold. Given the fact that I’m currently wearing a jumper, consuming my own bodyweight in hot beverages and dreaming of going back to 40° days in Perth, one has to wonder if the small island state really thinks its actually fooling anyone as to its country of origin. … Read more

Adulting is hard.

Adulting is hard. This phrase, or its partner ‘I don’t wanna adult today’ is used a lot in our household. It’s always been there in our lives but as of recently, mostly because of the tiny drunken dwarf we’re now obligated to care for, the word ‘Adult’ has seamlessly slipped into our lexicon not so … Read more

Hashtag Retail life.

Hi. How was breakfast? Terrific. Down to business. Much as I don’t want to pigeonhole myself into writing only about my snot covered poop factory of a youngling, I also don’t want to be that guy that only writes about his work on his blog. But, unlike stories of my fleshy little bundle of joy, … Read more

A brief lesson in handling disappointment.

I had this cousin once. I assume I still have her as a cousin, there’s no real way she could have become any less related to me over time. Mind you with the advances in modern medicine its not unfathomable to think she’s been spliced with a dugong and sent to live in the artic. … Read more

Feeding the (tiny) beast.

I don’t usually make a habit of doing blog posts of a Monday because of a Monday, I look after my infant spawn solo for the better part of the day. Is this because I’m a caring and doting father and don’t want to miss a single magical moment of her development? Is this because … Read more

A post about inspiration that I can’t think of a title for. Did I just irony?

I don’t know anything about inspiration because I don’t know what inspiration is; I’ve heard about it, but I never saw it. – William Faulkner I’m not going to lie to you. I’m your friend. I might be your friend in the way that I’m holding a really large carving knife behind my back as … Read more

Fear and loathing. Sans fear.

I have been the living embodiment of self-loathing as of late. I can pinpoint exactly when this bitter disappointment in myself started and it was precisely the morning after finishing my painting what I showed to you all a post or two ago. I can’t remember how far back and I’m too lazy to actually … Read more

What is Art? (Baby don’t hurt me)

Art. I never got Art. Not as in I never purchased it, I just never got what it was all about. I could interpret it. If the wife and I went to a gallery she would have to read the plaque to get a feel of what was going on while I could quite easily … Read more

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