I recently went to the local at gallery with my visiting Ma & JB. I've been in Broken Hill for five years and had never been. My first year or so was written off by the great pandemic panic and it only just re-occurred to me that a gallery is a good place to see beautiful things. Here are snaps of some of my...

In which I inhale 185 years of vintage lead dust It's been a busy couple of months in our household. we've been fixing up the partially collapsed room. During the renovations we settled on calling it a pantry. We are also trying to refinance our home loan as well as organising various trips over the next few months....

A trike bike I snapped in Thailand Back in 2008 I had been using Twitter for a while and thought it was pretty cool that you could text an update and have it appear on the web. A friend of mine set up a StatusNet server which was really exciting because it was like our very own Twitter for our local community in...

a selfie before the neurotoxicity set in I'm pulling down an old sagging ceiling this morning. I have to pause between each couple of planks. The dust is such a fine haze I can barely see across the little enclosed room. ... Permalink

The yellow bits are chub Back in May I had a DEXA scan done. I liked how the radiographer made me turn my toes in for the scan. It enhances the unsportsmanlike physique. I had absolutely no idea what my fat to muscle ratio would be or, even what it should be. I suspected there would be room for improvement. The DEXA...

Crossing the Menindee/Barka lake system you can perhaps make out the winding dry river bed It took Qantas about an hour and a half to whisk me home. I listened to a podcast about The Rose theatre and the playwrights at the turn of the 15th to 16th century. I also nodded off a few times. When I woke I saw the...

The Civic, formerly an Aussie rock venue. I am in Sydney for a work thing. I offered up some snaps of the streets to Katy. Mostly pubs to be honest. I do not have the fortitude to be much of a drinker these days but do love idling my time away in a space that requires nothing of me. The Edinburgh Castle on Pitt St I...

The last bit of wildness as we fly to Sydney I am writing this as our plane has left behind the low hills and is arcing over the rabbit hutch suburbs of Sydney. The sun is low and was glinting off the hills. My old phone did not really 'cut the mustard' and failed to catch the glints through its scratchy lens and...

At the "Tree Bay" I startled a mob of emus Bin Chicken in Australia refers to the white ibis but here in Broken Hill we go bigger and have emu's. Emu's skip the bin and go straight for the dump. I was dumping some garden waste at what our city rubbish tip have signposted "Tree Bay". There was more than half a dozen...

A few months ago a package arrived from the Czech Republic. A hand-drawn card and a couple of CDs arrived from somewhere near Brno-Kníničky. Our winter was beginning as the Czech winter ended. The two CDs are The Start of The End and Veils . Released by the formerly London based psychedelic space-rock band, The...

Our first olives I picked a couple of kilos of black olives off the tree out back. Not really knowing what to do with them I found an instructive video by a Turkish nonna. She explained and demonstrated how to cure olives by sticking them in a bag with a few handfuls of rock salt. Brilliant. I have been giving my...

WARNING: This post references 1970's British Television sitcoms, it may not make sense to some. Citizen Smith aired the year after Thatcher's visit to Broken Hill Landlords will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes . At least that is what Wolfie from Citizen Smith said. Unfortunately Wolfie was...