The writer

I need to write more, it's very therapeutic. I've started & stopped so many diaries, short stories, outlines for novels, the odd poem.

I need to type up my old diaries from Australia (from their current near illegible form) but I can't be sure anyone would believe them...

-Drinking in a churchyard, surrounded by fruit bats, we met a guy who had sex with his dog - or rather the dog had sex with him. It was quite a graphic if toe curling description which I will spare you.

-Lost on a beach on the east coast I also met a guy who convinced me there was an alien base or something even more mysterious just a few miles out to sea.

-One of our friends set off to go walkabout & over three weeks later we discovered he'd been living just a few miles away starving & threatening crabs with rocks but too afraid to eat them in case they were poisonous

-This same friend had come to Australia with us but then met his internet dominatrix online (who happened to live in Omaha) he flew out to the USA for two weeks to meet her in the flesh for the first time. She kept him in her dungeon for a week until he flew back baring scars.

-I fought with a kangaroo over a box of Pokemon cereal & escaped with my life!

Just a few examples from a year of madness in Australia played against a backdrop of my own coming out story, the only woman I'd ever loved getting engaged but then discovering the groom to be had been unfaithful, one of my friends succumbing to a rare neurological condition known as Guillain barre syndrome & two of my best female friends getting married.

Interspersed with drugs, drink & philosophical ramblings on sex, gender, religion, meditation, transcendence, God, politics & the meaning of it all. Some of its probably too graphic to publish. The diary of a madman no Hunter S Thompson or Kerouac but no less soul searching or bizarre lol

Anyway today's blip -

I thought this guy, deep in thought, might be penning the next existential blockbuster or a poem for his love or a new boy wizard (small likelihood - it's a shopping list).

Photography is a way to convey much more than a sentence ever could - a haiku frozen with light.

Payday so treated myself to a book 'How to be an agnostic' by Mark Vernon

Enjoy your weekends blippers...go grab life by the danglies & scream Yeeeehaaaa!