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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
Rachey
My brother David
Erin

Sites I like

It's weird, it's funny, it's sad, it's beautiful, it's my favourite
Found

He's weird; he's funny and another fave
Dave Gorman

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Sunday Life & SMH

Good astrology site us Pisces people are believers (when it suits us that is)
Astro

My pub
Kate Brownes Pub

These guys defy description
Dean and Nigel

They are painfully cool and they like Duran Duran to boot
Dandywarhols


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Panphobia
 
Wednesday, April 30, 2003  
Out of the House

Well it's a landmark week for me. After four and a half years of working in the same building, not to mention sitting at the same desk we are being moved off site to a new location. Why so important I hear you ask? I work in a building that is world famous, beautiful, supposedly glamorous and I must be one of the only people to sit on the ground floor of a building and boast having everything from the QEII to Humpback whales dance in the water outside my window while I sit at my desk. Alas all good things must come to an end and although our new home promises to be rather special too it's not quite the same. So as I try and untangle four and a half years of no filing and piles of detritus washed up from my working life I am even more consumed about how to smuggle my glassed, framed portrait of the Virgin Mary i flogged from a theatre out of stage door this evening......subtle she is not. wish me luck.

3:57 PM

Tuesday, April 29, 2003  
Look into my crystal ball......



Okay long time no blog. Far out its pretty sad when you have to start apologising to your own web diary isn’t it? I’m such a guilty creature, would have made a good catholic.


I have been a bit mental writing stories of late but I must say the most enjoyable (though quite scary) story I’ve done is focussed on the New Age industry. For the last two months I have been up to my ears in psychics, astrologers, self help courses and the like. I feel so qualified on this topic I reckon I’m almost ready to run my own Mind Body and Spirit festival.


Visiting the psychics was the best bit. The two I saw were both crazy old French women. The first I could barely understand. I got the sesh recorded and all that can be heard is this heavily accented broken English dotted with the occasional ‘darrleeeng” and “marreeeeage” (translation – darling and marriage). Seeing I have no darling or indeed a marriage I can only guess that’s what she thinks the future has in store for me, the rest of it remains a mystery.


Strange French woman number two I could understand better – though I don’t know if that was a blessing really. She did offer to ‘read’ some photos I brought along of four of my oldest and dearest friends. She pulled no punches with my mates describing one as “incredibly plain”, another as becoming a “bitter old woman”, friend number 3 was deemed to never have a relationship until he is middle aged and number four was proclaimed “an idiot”. Great. She then told me not to worry as I probably wouldn’t be friends with any of them for much longer anyway. A bit later on after telling me how wonderful, special and talented I was I was then thrown out of my comfy ego boosted zone when she then decided it was my turn to cop a serve and told me that she thought I could do with losing a “couple of kilos – perhaps 5?”. Considering I was paying for 60 bucks for her to commune with the spirit world and tell me nice things you’d think she’d be a little less honest. Anyway I thought this was a little harsh as I was quite chuffed that afternoon as I was wearing my fave pair of size ten jeans at the time, totally deflated my self esteem. Bloody picky French.


12:36 PM

Wednesday, April 23, 2003  
Poor old Panphobia has been neglected but now I'm back. It's been way too long, stay tuned.
11:13 AM

 
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