SEABIRD RESCUE.

Hello, I am "floppy wing", I was saved from disaster by a bloke named "wayno", he untangled me from a shitload of fishing line. GOOGLE, 'the rocky boardwalk'. That was 7 years ago

No big deal, just a little video indicating that some people do care about our wilife. LOOK FOR "SEABIRD RESCUE"

www.youtube.com/user/johnfarlsbrunz

DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI

http://www.facebook.com/aungsansuukyi

That should find the most precious Auntie on this planet, I am sending her a flower, will you send one too?

Words to describe her contribution and love for her people have already been said, she is free now, but not free from the pain and harrowing suffering. Her spirit, our love will keep her young and vibrant.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aung_San_Suu_Kyi you will know who I mean, send that flower.

SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO INDULGE, (ME) IN TODAY

I have tried whales, snakes, lots of stuff. Even some of my crappy poems. You may think the world revolves around my ego, not right. I think about football, cricket, the opposite sex, an occasional wine and taking photos of BRUNSWICK HEADS NSW. I buy the paper to wrap my kitchen refuse in.

I watch the TV, mainly for the programs, that's when I go for a pee, (so I dont miss the commercials). Frequently I sit in front of my PC and hit my websites and gloat about my full and fruitfull life. Looking at trees reminds me of the heat generated from a fire, you know like, what animal can I BBQ now?

I laught at my own jokes, even when there are no audience, (and no idea wot there about), Every time I look at a Thesaurus I think about my piles. I shave once a week, mainly to relieve the itch of not taking a shower. "To much washing weakens you". (LOve that story, you know; "life gets tedious dont it".

Well I am changing all of that, I am having a resurgence, my highly acclaimed and well accepted poems will be found at;

http://www.johnfarlsbrunz.com/

Look for something like 'BUSH POETRY'. Ignore any referances to a naughty page.

I have understood my mind set, read my pissy attempts at rhymming slangy poetry and you understand, yes, it's all about me, "IT'S ALL FOR ME", LOVE YA JOHN F.

WHAT I DID YESTERDAY IN PICTURES.

BET YOUR RIVITED, BUT IT'S JUST A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN OLD FART.

I have crappy snapped hundreds of images, most are just things you see daily. Some are interesting, some are just ordinary.

My yesterdays memories will fade, the photos will bring all back to life. So here is yesterday in pictures, (with some comments). You will have to see my minds eye.

http://www.byronbayecocharters.com/ is coming home.

Come to brunswick heads, northern NSW. Next is a little flower, see the little faces?

So I am on my way back home, the old black bike is my stead.

So I'm home, then a storm is brewing, must go and get some photos.

Animals know, a thunderstorm is fast approaching.

ok so I am outa' here, but on the way home a movement in the grass catches my attention.

ONLY A WATER DRAGON, G'DAY BLOKE.

AND THEN ANOTHER DISTRACTION, IT'S OK, IT'S A LACE MONITOR

And so I get home, prepare to download my pictures. AND THEN, A TICKLE ON ME ARSE, Scene; Bathroom floor, I drop me duds, little thing drops off, this is the result, a friggen tick to round off the day, welcome to AUSTRALIA.

hey but I am still alive, like; http://www.johnfarls.com/ and http://www.johnfarlsbrunz.com/

JACK FREESTONE, PRO SURFER.

BRAGGING RITES, RIGHT?. The extended farley family has a new champion. Let me explain; My Niece and grand daughter had a son, really 2 sons and a charming daughter, (she wishes). She named this little bloke JACK, like; JACK FREESTONE.

Jack is WORLD JUNIOR SURFING CHAMPION, (OAKLEY PRO JUNIOR 2010, BALI).. WE are so elated for him. You see, the little fella needed to surmount some little problems.

He set his heart in his chosen proffession and come through, love ya Jack.

73 MILLION, I AM RICH

TO ALL THE SPAMMERS AND JUNK MAILERS. PLEASE DONT BOTHER TO SEND ANY UNTHINKABLE REQUESTS.

GOOGLE HAS USED MY "KEYWORD", (CITY TO THE BUSH), AND HAS PLACED ME AT THE TOP, 'WWOOPEE'. So when you are on a roll take advantage of it, wish it were money.

So folks, here is a resounding anti-climax. "GET YOURSELF A WEBSITE, millions have and THEY have the best time indulging their ego, anologising, writing their innermost thoughts and trying to impress others". "QUOTE"; john d farley, (GOOGLE PLEASE).

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? In the electronic, super crappy, multi web, internet hyper space, intranet, fancy that, world of computer technology, multi-cultural, keyboard punching world of wisdom based optimum based method of communication, (take a breath). YOU WILL BE THERE FOR EVERMORE.

SO HOOK IN THERE, I AM 71, IF I LIVE TO 200, I WILL STILL BE ON THE INTERNET. THE "BARREL" HAS SPOKEN, love ya, john f.

Want a website? http://www.webhostingsolutions.com.au/

JOHN D FARLEY, MY CRAPPY SNAPS

SPOT THE BARREL

WAITING, WAITING, VIAGRA PLESE.

YEP, A THOUSAND PICTURES TELLS A WORD, (CRAPPY). I am slowly building up a photo album on www.johnfarlsbrunz.com, keep you posted, the ones enclosed, are, well, kind of "tongue in cheek".

THE ROCKY BOARDWALK, SOME SNAKES AND "GEORGE THE SNAKEMAN".

GEORGE THE SNAKEMAN.

This little fella was 6 / 7 feet long.

I'M OUTA HERE.

PRETTY 'AINT I?

JUST LETTING LUNCH GO DOWN.

Down along the "rocky boardwalk", (GOGGLE please), you will meet hundreds of interesting people. Including the resident vermin 'cleaning machines'. Keep your distance, they will just slither away. Antagonise them and you get bitten. The brown snake, (you see), is just that; an EASTERN BROWN SNAKE, one bite and you are it deep shite. I called "George the snakeman", (above), but the brown snake just went 'bush', safe.

There were dozens of holiday makers jumping out of the way, just remember they are just trying to get away, but beware.

The mottled snake is a "carpet snake", pretty harmless, they are numerous along the breakwalls of Brunswick Heads, back in the 'hills' they can be known as the Queensland rock python, they will grow to 6 meters long.

MOHAMMED AND THE FISH

MOHAMMED AND THE FISH, VIZ A VIZ, THE ROCKY BOARDWALK.

John D. Farley©, 2009. (Yes, like all my crappy poems, it did happen, like real time, like now).

No, folks of MUSLIM leanin’, copyright for the big bloke is not my meanin’.
It’s for the fish he gave me out on the BRUNZ wall just today.
“Here John”, he said, “this feed is for you”, like, what can I say.
Catholic am me up bringing, but not much a believer can we note.
But MOHAMMED, well, he is MUSLIM, but for me he’s just an ordinary bloke.


Now then, who is the MOHAMMED to whom that I infer, and respect.
You may think it’s typical ‘johnfarlsbrunz’, bushy prose, crappy I expect.
So I will tell you a little story, on the rocky boardwalk, it happened just to day.
It’s about a simple gesture, a humbling nod, thanks without measure; from you I expect no pay.

Other people were present, DEBBIE, WAYNO, just chatting away the day.
We talked about life in general, our lives and where they stay.
We saw our first whale, spaslin’, bashin’, way down towards BYRON CAPE.
Every season we wait this occasion, “their coming north”, on the head the hairs and on the nape.

Debbie ‘plants her flowers’; she will give a silent prayer. Wayno and me just talk fishen’, trying to out do each other, we are blokes, so I guess that’s only fair.
“Have you seen the schools of mullet, upstream they are bound”. “Didn’t the rocky boardwalk, and, the sand dunes get a hefty pound”.

Then down the ‘boardwalk’ comes the little MUSLIM bloke.
And so we are, the gang of four, a rag tag bunch, a bunch of village folk.
Some friendly banter, time of day, then our prophet settles down to fish.
You see him silently give a prayer, “dear God, a fish is what I wish”.

Wont tarry now, from the briny came a creature slimy, “here John this ones for you”
“I accept your generous gift”. It’s in the bag, now it’s in the fridge, MAHOMMAD, you’re a jewel. It was that simple gesture from a little psychic bloke.
MOHAMMED, is his namesake, a person of the earth, but my MAHOMMAD is just a bloke, he is one of the VILLAGE folk.

John d farley©, 2009.