Tuesday, November 02, 2010

A sense of duty is useful in work but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not to be endured with patient resignation.


The make power poles from concrete too. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay, October 2010.

My beautiful babies, and my beautiful and sexy wife, are all now at the airport awaiting a flight to that filthy city of sin: Sydney. It will be a whirlwind visit, but nonetheless I shall be without their company for the best part of THREE DAYS and TWO NIGHTS!

As would be expected, I am at a loss. Stricken, heartbroken and utterly forlorn, all that I have for company is this here power pole.

3 comments:

Roddy said...

Do you think you could get up close and personal with the pole?
How void is an empty house? I know and appreciate your loneliness.
When you and your brother left home and your mum was at work the house was so, so empty.

Kris said...

I love my pole.

Roddy said...

You aren't thinking of taking up dancing are you?