Welcome to my blog where fear and phobias rule the day. My own phobias include, clowns, balloons popping, planes, planes crashing, planes filled with clowns crashing, planes filled with clowns holding balloons crashing....you get the general idea. Oh and although I love animals I hate them dressed up in clothes.
Other blogs that are friends of mine
My brother David
Sites I like
It's weird, it's funny, it's sad, it's beautiful, it's my favourite
He's weird; he's funny and another fave
Shameless self promotion type Kate Browne into search, cough up $1.65 and read some of my work
Sunday Life & SMH
Good astrology site us Pisces people are believers (when it suits us that is)
Kate Brownes Pub
These guys defy description
Dean and Nigel
They are painfully cool and they like Duran Duran to boot
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
Don't Open the Fridge
On my way to work I noticed someone had dumped a mini bar fridge on the nature strip. Written on it in black texta was "Do not open this Fridge".
Then written underneath was "Don't open the fridge!".
Then finally, "Do not Open this!!!!!!!!!".
Made me really want to open it.
But I didn't, I'm far too compliant.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
Nova FM is running a competition for people to face their worst fears for up to $5000 cash (said in a bass deep radio voice of course). The girl this morning had to cut up a dead pig for $800.
I was trying to think what mine would be (don't laugh I do know the amount I have is truly ridiculous) however after some thought on the train this morning I have distilled it down to this......
Being completely covered in balloons and then being chased by clowns trying to pop the balloons. Add to the mix some small white fluffy dogs wearing dresses trying to nip me on the ankles at the same time and you've got my basic nightmare. Should I ring up and enter?
Monday, February 18, 2002
My sister told me on the weekend that my 9 year old nephew wasn't particularly pleased with his new teacher for the year. Why? "Because he's a spock and a treehugger" - couldn't have put it better myself. Alec then went on to tell me how Mr Murray told the class how he'd been on a "lovely walk in Canberra in the holidays and wrote down all the beautiful things he saw in a school book" this unfortunately just took Mr Murray a few steps lower on the cool-o-meter with the 9 year olds. The kids are now refusing to hand their homework in to him and will only deal with the Principal directly. So spare a thought for poor snaggy, treehugging Mr Murray being dissed on by a bunch of 9 year olds. Who in their right mind would become a teacher?
Friday, February 15, 2002
Kersey girl, Simon and I went Roller Skating last night. It was glorious, the Majestic Roller Rink at Petersham is stuck in a time warp from the 80's where a game of Space Invaders still costs 40c and there are signs up saying "no chewing gum and no smoking on the rink". The place is run by a group of Greek men who remind me of the old men in the Muppet Show (only with Greek accents of course) who are quite canny. They insist on taking your shoes away when they give you the skates, I assume this is just in case you have the urge to make off down New Canterbury Rd with a pair of geriatric brown boot skates.
Emma and Simon probably have rather large bruises on their bums today and I am sporting a rather large blister on my heel. Ouch!
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
Just before Newtown station is a bright yellow terrace house that sits right on the railway tracks. Upstairs in the front room of the house the windows and the curtains open to a clear view of a big wrought iron double bed. Every morning, as hundreds of trains rattle past this window, a girl is curled up asleep in this bed seemingly oblivious to the noise and the fact that hundreds of commuters are watching her enviously as they are carried off to the city for another day in the office. I would have given anything to be her this morning as the rain fell down on the windows and I yawned and tried to shake myself awake after a late night.
Monday, February 11, 2002
Ohhhh poor little blog. I've been neglecting you. Been spending too much time having a life and not enough typing on this thing. In our office this afternoon it appears that the airconditioning has stopped working and we have no fresh air. Objects are starting to do little dances right in front of my eyes - surely not a good sign. If you read about five women who have died of suffocation in a fairly well known Sydney Icon you will know who it was......perhaps this will be my last blog......... Boss has just said "everyone go home - there's no oxygen". Bye Bye.