This will hurt me...

Because I am young, and I am hip and so beautiful. I am going to be a supermodel I did not eat yesterday. And I am not going to eat today. And I am not going to eat tomorrow. Because I am going to be a supermodel.

A bee's dream. Grace Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. There are things that you like and things that you do not like and there are things in between. I suspect that the in-between category is the biggest for me, but by golly "things that you don't like" is a biggun. To Elsie , William Carlos Williams The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its isolate lakes and valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves old names and promiscuity between devil-may-care men who have taken to railroading out of sheer lust of adventure— and young slatterns, bathed in filth from Monday to Saturday to be tricked out that night with gauds from imaginations which have no peasant traditions to give them character but flutter and flaunt sheer rags—succumbing without emotion save numbed terror under some hedge of choke-cherry or viburnum— which they cannot express— Unless it be tha

Now hold still Henry, we'll have that snake poison sucked out of your ear in no time...

Beetlemania #1. Bellerive Beach, August 2011. The Heart of the Matter by Graham Greene is essentially a book about unhappiness. Like most of Greene's great novels, it pursues one man's journey through a series of moral dilemmas as the 'righteous' are tested. Oh how they are tested! The character of Henry Scobie is probably Greene's greatest creations, a British colonial police officer stationed in some backwater West African town during World War Two. A Catholic, Scobie is indeed a righteous man who pays (in spades) for that trait. Happiness, duty, pity and piety beguile Scobie as he journeys down a path that willingly secures his own eternal damnation (while we watch). Indeed, any tale whereby damnation is assured through and excess of compassion is bound to be an interesting one. To add to the uplifting tone, the book is also about failure: failure to love, failure to be loved, failure to communicate, failure to please, failure to protect; indeed, Sc

No, he isn't tied to a stake and he is not about to be shot. ---Transmission ends---

All in all it's just another crack in the wall. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011. 1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? "Christ..." 2. How much cash do you have on you? 54 dollars and 80 cents. 3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? Rapport. 4. Favorite planet? Venus. 5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? No idea. 6. What is your favourite ring tone on your phone? "Ring ring." 7. What shirt are you wearing? A cream short-sleeve one with blue(-ish) pinstripes. 8. Do you label yourself? Not consciously. 9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? Dr. Martens boots. 10. Bright or Dark Room? This morning: dark. Usually: bright. 11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? I love them very, very much. Whomever they are. 12. What does your watch look like? This . 13. What we

A very coy Henry doesn't quite know what to make of the steaming hot springs...

What beast begat such marks upon their journey thither? Little Howrah Beach, August 2011. Little feet dainty little feet delicate small feet elegant modest feet graceful slight feet refined petite feet exquisite diminutive feet pretty tiny feet petite minute feet neat miniature feet subtle unassuming feet tormenting unpretentious feet alluring diffident feet teasing humble feet attractive meek feet persuasive reticent feet influential ordinary feet convincing reasonable feet believable deferential feet credible obliging feet. What sort of feet do you have?

Calisthenics + jigsaws x In Memoriam A. H. H. = trouble ...

Once, twice, three times a lady. Sandy Bay Veterinary Clinic, Russell Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011. So there was a man, and a woman. The man was quite fond of the woman. The woman tolerated the man. The man would buy the woman things. The woman accepted these gifts, but insisted that they were not at all necessary. She quite liked the flowers, resented the chocolate fudge but her favourite presents of all were the jewellery pieces. Glimmering brooches, glittering ear-rings and nifty necklaces designed to showcase a dangling décolletage . Indeed, it was the man's persistence in the fripperies of fashion that eventually convinced her to grant him certain amatory privileges reserved for only the most generous suitors. You can imagine her surprise when he knocked her back. It seems that he was only interested in her Wi-Fi connection. He was later spotted buying Lily of the Valley for a busty little librarian with a penchant for online gaming and watersports.

Okay, competition time... What are they watching?

The back of Magnet Court. Sandy Bay, August 2011. This looks less like the back of a shopping complex and more like that prison that used to be seen next to the Antigua Recreation Ground in St. Johns (which for mine always seemed to be the most joyous test cricket venue in the world). Indeed, I can imagine a be-frocked Gravy toking on a joint as long as your arm and grinding out to some steeldrum.... However, we are not in Antigua, we are in Sandy Bay. The best that you might hope for is a sad young trendy in eyeliner humming to Coldplay.

Him: "Hello Dave." You: "I'm sorry?" Him: "Is that Dave?" You: "Oh, I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong house." Him: "Okay, is Dave there?" You: "No, there's no one called Dave here." Him: "Okay."

What's going on? Criterion Street, Hobart. August 2011. Sunday Top Five day and I think today I'll recap My Top Five Poems That I Have Featured On This Here Blog! i like my body when it is with your , e.e. cummings After Making Love We Hear Footsteps , Galway Kinnell Not Waving but Drowning , Stevie Smith Small Frogs Killed On The Highway , James Wright PLEA FOR A HISTORY OF WORKING-CLASS LEEDS , by Barry Tebb