This will hurt me...

'Cause me say listen to the drum, a me say listen to the bass Give me little music, make me wind up me waist.

Theme Thursday and something MAGICAL is in the air. The last time that he saw Billy, he was being hit about the head and shoulders with a block of firewood. To be fair to the woman that was hitting him, Billy was not a very nice person. Billy had a problem with his temper. He did not take kindly to rejection. This was a special challenge, because with Billy’s temperament (among other things) he regularly face people rejecting him. Billy also had a problem with his vocabulary, his personal hygiene, his emotional intelligence, time management skills and his general sense of self. While these things are not unrelated to Billy’s assault; they offer an interesting insight into the nature of alienation in post-industrial societies, the failures of our modern welfare (post-welfare) state, the nihilism inherent in a capitalist, consumption-oriented world whereby success is measured by the wheels on your car, the size of your television set and the specific shade of orange on your girl...

Sometimes a seagull just knows. Geilston Bay Jetty, Geilston Bay. June 2011. Seagulls are fascinating birds. Essentially ground nesting carnivores, they are equally adept at catching their food the ‘traditional’ way (i.e. alive and kicking) or scavenging whatever they can find opportunistically. Live food often generally means crabs and small fish, scavenging food can be just about anything, although they have a distinct fondness for chips and the odd Chicko Roll.

During our seven hour wait at Tullamarine airport last month, Ezra had plenty of opportunities to take photographs of planes...