Somewhere along the way life got all complex - why is it that no one tells you when you’re too fat but everyone tells you when your get too thin?  I have a fabulous new album out and surprisingly I believe radio should be forced to play it. Does that make me self-obsessed or proud of my effort? You can now buy TICKETY BOO everywhere. JB-HIFI have stocked it Australia wide. Listen! Don’t shake my tree whether or not you want my peaches. It’s too hot. I found an air-conditioner thing in hard rubbish. You are required to put ice-blocks inside it. It’s like living in an episode of The Flintstones, not that I want to make a fuss about it. I don't make a fuss - I go with the flow. Really? Not really. So there we are and there's much to say but I don't know how to say it. Say What? There are so many things to say, that its better if i take a breath and say nothing. That would be really something! I’ve started swimming again. I’m still hopeless but i don't want to talk any more about that. I shall improve or i wont.  I am certainly not a recluse. It’s just that I once talked to someone else and it didn’t work out. I’ve started sketching cats – using crayons and paint on a couple of canvasses I found on my never-ending quest for hard-rubbish. I have energy about my artwork that tells me I should make an appointment with my shrink soon. What else? My older son is going to India with his girlfriend and Ely our mini-fox-terrier is adjusting to life as a diabetic. Can people hire you for private functions? They can. Not that I want to make a fuss about it. I don't make a fuss - I go with the flow.


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