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Real socialism is inside man. It wasn't born with Marx. It was in the communes of Italy in the Middle Ages. You can't say it is finished.

Plates of meat. Blackmans Bay, February 2013. Theme Thursday ? Is it too LATE to say sorry?

Genius begins great works; labour alone finishes them.

Henry's feet. Long Beach, Sandy Bay. August 2012. This week I'm introducing a new rating system AND limiting myself to one sentence. Vlad , by Carlos Fuentes: Dracula comes to Mexico City. Slight, but quite well done. B- Life and Fate by Vasily Grossman: The great Soviet novel. Immense. A+ They're a Weird Mob by Nino Culotta (John O'Grady): Aged well. Remains very funny. B

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

Ready for the hot coals!

Modern conservatives are engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.

Metal plus seaside equals corrosion. Little Howrah Beach, October 2011. I've warned Ezra about jumping up and down too vigorously on corroded man personholes, utilising the tried an true 'fear' approach (i.e. there are crocodiles locked up in there). As long time readers will intimately know, I have been a passionate and enthusiastic supporter of manhole protection for many years now.

A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?

Did you know that the human foot and ankle contains more than 26 bones, 33 joints and more than a hundred muscles, tendons, and ligaments? I didn't.

Words are cheap. The biggest thing you can say is 'elephant'.

We’ve been planning our trip to Mars for quite some time now, but have found getting time in the simulators quite difficult. Thus, we’ve had to make do with playground equipment until I get this centrifugal whizzy whirl – it’s technical name – built.