Archive for July, 2019

Social media influenza.

Wednesday, July 17th, 2019

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Google claims to fame.

Wednesday, July 17th, 2019

This is such an honour for me. When you type into Google search ‘Pollywaffle pool party’ (code for shitting in someones pool) on the first page, a photo of me pops up.


It’s the same when you search ‘Dexter Fishpaw foot painting’. No fewer than three images related to me show up. Some people get to brag about their kids, I get to brag about this, and I’m fine with that.


Thanks Tony for pointing out this most auspicious honour to me.

Retro shop.

Wednesday, July 17th, 2019


Hot town, summer in the city.

Wednesday, July 17th, 2019



Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


Somewhere, out there, is ‘the one’ for me, and tonight I think I came a little closer to finding them.

Second only to my pathological loathing of politicians, is my psychotic reviling of inconsiderate car parkers. Space in Nth Gong is a premium, there is no room for assholism when it comes to parking.

One little entitled upstart has moved in to the units across the road, she parks wherever she pulls up, mastering the art of taking up even three spots in one parking manoeuvre!. I’ve been circling like a shark, round and round, looking for a park, all to no avail, and tonight was the straw that broke the camels toe!

I ended up having to park streets away, I grabbed a pen and paper and STORMED up to her car, but hello, what’s this?, there is already a piece of paper under the windscreen wiper!.

There it was, a missive that was positively scratched into the paper, spelling out concise instructions from another pissed off neighbour on how to park a little more ‘considerately’.

It looked like a guy’s handwriting, at least that’s what I’ve convinced myself. But how do I find this kindred, unhinged spirit?.

Icy pole.

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


January cloud.

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


Moz memories.

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019



Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


Fielders bread, blackberry conserve with fresh whipped cream on top, THE perfect Saturday lunch.

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


But is it art.

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


Lunchroom table at work.

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


Sleepy time.

Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


Sometimes I really freak myself out. In the middle of last night I got up, kind of walked/staggered around, there was a word in my head, and I had to write it down because I knew it would bug me if I woke in the morning and had forgotten it. I just found the piece of paper, on it I’d written the word ‘Somnambulant’.

resembling or characteristic of a sleepwalker; sluggish.
“a somnambulant stroll”


Tuesday, July 16th, 2019


Almost, but not quite.

Monday, July 15th, 2019



Monday, July 15th, 2019


A Hommah-sexual.

Monday, July 15th, 2019


What do you get a boy who has everything for his birthday? A bowel movement.

Monday, July 15th, 2019


Winter nights in Melbourne.

Monday, July 15th, 2019