This will hurt me...

It’s parked there all say, every day, yet it never gets a ticket. Out back of the Withdrawal Unit, St Johns Park, New Town. January 2011. “Fancy girls push me in the bottom”? Desire? Complaint? Fantasy? “ Fancy girls push me in the bottom ”? A cry for help? “Fancy girls push me in the bottom”? Which girls? Where? “Fancy girls push me in the bottom”? Who? Why? “Fancy girls push me in the bottom”? It’s like that a five-tone musical phrase that’s repeated in Close Encounters of the Third Kind . “ Fancy girls push me in the bottom ”? Over and over and over again. I’m expecting a visit any day soon…

A message from the fountain in Salamanca Square to you. June, 2010. T minus 9,090 minutes and 18 seconds. Heavy fog on Hobart's eastern shore this morning, you couldn't even see the Tasman bridge until you were on it, and when you were on it, you couldn't see the Derwent River Estuary. Funny thing was though, no fog on the western shore. Grey old day mind you, but no fog. Looking out over the river though, no eastern shore! What witchcraft is this!?!