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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
Dave Gorman

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)

My pub
Kate Brownes Pub

These guys defy description
Dean and Nigel

They are painfully cool and they like Duran Duran to boot

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Monday, April 29, 2002  
Monday Monday - Have I used this title before? Christ I am predictable

Comiserations firstly to young Rachey Cann about the getting up every morning to go to work. As an older wiser veteran of such affairs I can only reassure her that indeed, it does not get any easier. Ever. Ever. Ever. Especially when you stay up to watch Buffy.

Had my moment of fame on the weekend. My article about working on Summer Camp USA got a run in the Sun-Herald mag at long last. Pretty exciting stuff. More exciting is that one of the photos was actually of me wearing a flanno and firing a rifle. Classy stuff. I also had a fight with my mother about what she say as my "artistic liscence" in the piece. Apparently because I had left out fascinating details such as what hotel I stayed in therefore made the piece fiction not fact.

If all journalists were to abide to my mothers rules - all newpapers would be the size of telephone books listing every single detail. And according to her, only then, would they be correct. (breathing in and out now muttering the words "grace")

3:05 PM

Friday, April 26, 2002  

Happy post Anzac Day. In lieu of anything interesting to say as I am a tad hanged over here is tasty gossip tidbit from the wonderful people at Popbitch:

We recently wrote about a newly-single Hollywood megastar who was shagging the pilot of his Lear jet... AC writes that

“If the Hollywood superstar you wrote about is the same one we’re thinking about - not only is he bonking his pilot, but also his gardener and bodyguard. He also has a thing for guys who look like him, so an important prerequisite for employment with said star is a physical resemblance.”

Ring any bells Nicole?

10:28 AM

Monday, April 22, 2002  

5:21 PM

So, So Long

Sorry blog, prolly no one even sticks their head in to visit in this space any longer! Alas - I have been too busy to blog. Perhaps it is a positive sign that I am having some semblence of a life these days. Then again........

Things to ponder:

Why is that when I blow dry my hair it always rains?

Why is it that on Saturday night I always feel like staying home and having an early night but come Sunday afternoon I have my drinking boots on big time?

Why did my office chair make a huge cracking noise before semi imploding while I was sitting on it (unmoving) and making a phone call?

Why is it that I spend all day moping about the office thinking about how I'd like to go home all day but come 5o'clock I get all motivated and don't want to leave?

And why, oh why is all the good telly programmed for a Monday night?

That is all.

5:03 PM

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