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He advocated thrift and hard work and disapproved of loose women who turned him down.

Part two of my "boys by walls" series...

As long as you live, keep learning how to live.

Ezra's philosophy is to just stuff it all in at one go and force it all down...

The best time for you to hold your tongue is the time you feel you must say something or bust.

Sexy boys and sexy girls. Opossum Bay Beach, Half Moon Bay. January 2013. Another Sunday Stealing Q and A, The Mixed Bag Meme ! 1. How many songs are in your library? 25,288. Give or take a few. 2. Do you like Christmas music? Not very much. 3. What magazines do you have subscriptions to? I don't. I do regularly read BBC History Magazine and pick up The Economist every now and then. 4. What is your favourite scent? Sandalwood is always nice. 5. Do you give money to charity? Only when I know where it is going. 6. What is your theme song? Gimme Some Lovin' always gets me rocking. 7. What's in your wallet? Money, cards, receipts. Nothing unusual. 8. Do you generally think before you act, or act before you think? It is possible that I think too much before I act. 9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days? I am trying very hard to let things slide. 10. Do you have a good body-image? Historically, no. More recently, I'm maki...

If we could just find out who's in charge, we could kill him.

Children can get very grating.

Only everyone can know the Truth.

Carn the Bombers! Home, Geilston Bay. September 2012. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... What industry uses 30 billion watts of energy (the equivalent of the output of about 30 nuclear power plants), wastes 90% of that and pollute the environment by belching diesel exhaust, all while cloaked in near total secrecy? A clue? You're on it! Have an idea but not a word for it? You can bet that the Germans do! (It might even be eisenbahnknotenpunkthinundherschiebershäuschen ...) How to teach your child to love reading... The doctors prescribing the drugs don't know they don't do what they're meant to. Nor do their patients. The manufacturers know full well, but they're not telling. Ben Goldacre explains in The Guardian. Reconstruc...

As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.

Henry starts up an impromptu freestyle jazz riff with the sticks as Ez gets ready to scat his way through a bebop interpretation of Dostoyevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov . We are thinking of taking the act to the next Arkhangelsk urban fringe festival, but just need some start up capital for air fares and bribes...

As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.

What's going on here?

Disco dancing is just the steady thump of a giant moron knocking in an endless nail.

Off to feed the ducks. And a few geese. As well as the odd native hen.

Let's make a law that gay people can have birthdays, but straight people get more cake - you know, to send the right message to kids.

The colour of the day is... BLUE.

Manners are love in a cool climate.

Ez does his best impression of a giraffe.

Children need models rather than critics.

Consider this a unique Tasmanian variant of a traditional game: nude spotlight .

When you want to fool the world, tell the truth.

Can you believe that I still have photos hanging about from the trip to Melbourne?

A man is usually more careful of his money than of his principles.

Lost in the bush with a scarcity of food, Henry finally tried his broccoli eight days in...

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

Can you believe it? THREE for the price of ONE this evening. I’ve got ‘em playing it straight! I’ve got ‘em leanin’ back! I’ve got ‘em bein’ silly! You name it, I’ve got it.

What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.

Here’s Henry enjoying the view of the seals at play. Lest you feel that I’m denying my beautiful boy his rightful place in the sun with such a dark photograph, here’s one taken of him in the sun , mounted atop a seal like Jim Pike on Phar Lap. Incidentally, if you’re a fan on similarly geographically-specific and incredibly dated analogies, I do a fine line in Napoleonic-era glassblowers set against 1980s Essendon footballers…

Hell is other people.

Here’s one from a few weeks back: Henry’s first day of Kindergarten . The wonderful Lindisfarne North Primary School didn’t know what hit it. It does now!

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

Having one little Errol Flynn about the place presents a very real challenge. Now, having two little Errol Flynns running amok, that’s just plain ridiculous!

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

I am fortunate to have two such handsome, intelligent, courageous, courteous, enchanting, delightful and (frankly) tremendous little blokes for sons…

People will accept that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater, but if a man doesn't drive, there's something wrong with him.

No Mr Bond… I expect you to DIE !

I've searched all the parks in all the cities — and found no statues of Committees.

I never knew that you could Vogue on the beach…