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Name calling

August 26th, 2011

I’d admitted to being christened "Uncle Push Bike" by my brother. A name, frighteningly, I suspect will stick with my young niece, for ever. I’m sort of resigned to it. Besides, there are far worse things one could be called. Usually by passing motorists. The type that were bullied at school.

Melbourne host Simon had a rather different take. Giving me the quite unexpected moniker "Man Tuesday", inspired by Robert Louis Stephenson and updated to reflect my arrival on…. yep, you guessed it…

I say unexpected because all I ever try to do when I stay with friends is help out. Firmly of the view that if you want hotel service, to be waited upon, well, I think you know the answer… Bit of washing up, clearing the table, chopping vegetables, helping Simon pack a bike. Never like to be a burden.

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Playing for Poland

July 4th, 2011

Today’s Kiwese word or phrase: "pigs". Used to hang washing out on the line

Smorgsborg. Generous spread. Germans. Loud. But good spirited. Enthusiastic. Nelson Youth Hostel. Monopoly. Wehrmacht edition I thought. Playing for Poland.

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Secret squirrels

June 22nd, 2011

Magcomp

Campsite laundries. Warm and dry. Often home to a small library. Romantic novels. Celebrity tittle-tattle. Even the odd men’s periodical. Railway Modeller. That sort of thing. Women’s magazines. More learned publications. The Monthly. Advertisement for the Australian Secret Intelligence Service. Reminds me of the sort of thing you’d find in the back pages of the Economist. For the UK’s Secret Intelligence Service. Copy cats. Suppose that’s espionage for you.

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Threat or suggestion?

June 21st, 2011

Threat or suggestion

Hmmm. Threat? Or suggestion?

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Naked art

June 18th, 2011

Italian statue

Brave souls these performance artists. Especially now it’s getting a bit cooler. In New Italy, northern New South Wales. Strong, silent type.

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Under covers

June 17th, 2011

Laundry. Camp ground in New South Wales. Respectable spot. Browsing amongst the usual books and magazines. Mostly romantic novels and celebrity tittle-tattle. Surprised to discover a men’s periodical. Yep. You guessed correctly. "Railway modeller". Finding it hard to concentrate on the latest Double-O rolling stock. Concerned others might be more easily corrupted. Choosing instead to discreetly insert it inside a recent edition of a popular women’s monthly read. Later guilt. Cosmopolitan can be pretty raunchy.

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Cuddly critters

June 17th, 2011

Cuddly critter

Caution. Drug-crazed teddy bears ahead. Or, for new-comers to the blog, koalas. Sleep sixteen hours a day. When awake stoned out of their tiny minds on eucalyptus leaves. Every family has one…

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To the letter

June 14th, 2011

Never cease to be surprised how supposedly simple names have several spellings. Sometimes more. Often a bit unusual. In the small North South Wales coastal resort of Kingscliff I’d met Brian and Gaile. Lost track of the different variations of Karen. Always ask. Very important to get someone’s name right. Which recently elicited a little gem from sapphire dealer Gary. "One ’r’. Means you’re straight. Two means you’re gay".

[With apologies to heterosexual Garrys. Unless you’re hiding in the closet]

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Not a toilet?

June 12th, 2011

Southport mural

Southport. On Queensland’s Gold Coast. Very touristy. But a toilet? Surely not. There again…

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Seeing the world

June 11th, 2011

Done quite a few radio interviews. Some TV work. And lots of newspaper articles. All great fun. Varied. But a pleasant surprise recently. A very different take on my venture. "Leave the Navy. See the world". Rather than the usual "Join the Navy. See the World". Nothing wrong with that of course. Besides, much nicer than "Join the Army. Meet lots of interest people. Kill them". Squaddie humour. You can’t beat it.

Navy News

So now you know. How I stayed off the streets for the last twenty years or so. Actually, I did get to see quite a bit of the world. And left simply because I wanted a change. To head for pastures new whilst I was still enjoying what I was doing. Fabulous time. Of course, everything has its moments. I get seasick. Well, you never really know ’til you join. And then it’s a bit late.

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