HOW'S IT GO? "I complained when my new shoes were too tight, then I meet a man, ETC, ETC".
Just returned from the Central Coast NSW, OZ. Seen my little family, good things, best times.
Flu Injections, Bugger.
Caught up with my old mates and their partners from Avalon Surf Club, met the 'charming' Lady President, she is the first we have had, (another hurdle Girls).
Every body has had the dreaded flu, not me, but then!!!
Sick as a dog, whinge, whinge, then I met a man with no feet, stay well folks, john f.
Somehow, my agenda is not clear, but, if you can relate to a boy growing up in THE BUSH and THE CITY, vocations and interests, the many schools, my family, then we are getting close to a simple story. John Farley thinks he has an autobiography that many people will recognise, were you a new person at school, times 12?, were you a milkman, a volunteer. Have you lived on Sheep Stations, been a paperboy in Woolloomooloo.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN OLD FART
A COUPLA’ DAYS, in the life of an old fart.
Not much happened really, took a video of a Whale just off “THE WALLS” at Brunswick Heads, ‘Mummy Dolphin and the Baby’ paid their daily visit, booked a ticket on the XPT to visit my little family at TUGGARAWONG, had a Chards or two.
Bought some lamb chops for tea, (mint sauce, mash potato’s, peas, another Chard), not bad for an old bloke on a pension.
Went to assist with me mates from the NSWFB, (burnt out Hitler’s revenge), attended a training night with my SES. Made a couple of ‘crappy movies’ and posted them to ‘Net, changed me sheets, made me bed. I really do make me bed on a regular basis.
Updated my web site, fixed the CPU blower fan, rolled a smoke, (silly old bastard), had a Cabernet Sauvignon Blanc.
OH, what else, “GOOGLE”---- (johnfarlsbrunz), that’s what I did last week.
If that takes your mind of crappy things, I’m a pleased, john f.
Not much happened really, took a video of a Whale just off “THE WALLS” at Brunswick Heads, ‘Mummy Dolphin and the Baby’ paid their daily visit, booked a ticket on the XPT to visit my little family at TUGGARAWONG, had a Chards or two.
Bought some lamb chops for tea, (mint sauce, mash potato’s, peas, another Chard), not bad for an old bloke on a pension.
Went to assist with me mates from the NSWFB, (burnt out Hitler’s revenge), attended a training night with my SES. Made a couple of ‘crappy movies’ and posted them to ‘Net, changed me sheets, made me bed. I really do make me bed on a regular basis.
Updated my web site, fixed the CPU blower fan, rolled a smoke, (silly old bastard), had a Cabernet Sauvignon Blanc.
OH, what else, “GOOGLE”---- (johnfarlsbrunz), that’s what I did last week.
If that takes your mind of crappy things, I’m a pleased, john f.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
WHALES, YOU BEAUT
http://au.youtube.com/user/johnfarlsbrunz
Had the best day, "Hump Back Harry", (or Harriet) made a visit to Brunswick Heads. Crappy movie, but you had to be there. see yah john f.
Had the best day, "Hump Back Harry", (or Harriet) made a visit to Brunswick Heads. Crappy movie, but you had to be there. see yah john f.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
MUMMY DOLPHIN AND THE BABY. HER VIDEO.
The video was a "payoff", Mummy only wanted a walk on part, her poem?; (GOOGLE). MUMMY DOLPHIN AND THE BABY. The area where she lives; (GOOGLE); THE ROCKY BOARDWALK, SOUTH. If all else fails; www.johnfarlsbrunz.com
Friday, August 29, 2008
TED MULRY'S GANG
Your old fart is a bit of a romantic. TED'S GANG was the reason for many memories. Not just for me you understand. If the link is crap, try this; http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=k1fvYjSfsis
So what; simple lyrics, simple melody, simple people getting off, AUSSIE BLOKES AND SHEILAS loved him. Regards john f.
PS; If all else fails, GOOGLE; (julia ted mulry), play the song, then download from BIGPOND MUSIC.
So what; simple lyrics, simple melody, simple people getting off, AUSSIE BLOKES AND SHEILAS loved him. Regards john f.
PS; If all else fails, GOOGLE; (julia ted mulry), play the song, then download from BIGPOND MUSIC.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
MUMMY DOLPHIN AND BUB, THE POEM
THE ROCKY BOARDWALK AND MUMMY DOLPHIN.
Just about every day, rain hail or sunshine, I go to see some old friends of mine.
Down along the rocky boardwalk, the place to meet and greet.
Take my camera and me thoughts, pull up a rock and make a seat.
Just of late, guess a couple of months or so.
I made some new friends, will never know their names but for me that will be no woe.
A mother and her baby, they have come to join the Village, always with a happy smile.
Please forgive indulgence; I am besotted by their presence, so come with me awhile.
Sometimes she brings her family, daddy of the tacker, brothers and sister’s aunties in attention.
All along the boardwalk they will swim and frolic, little one centre of their affection.
But mostly it’s just the mummy present; the baby will swim up the Brunswick reach.
Jump and surf the little waves just off the Torakina Beach.
Upon reflection, there’s one imperfection with our lovely mummy dear.
Her dorsal fin, will give her in, but it lends to mummies beauty, so let me make this clear.
I will make this point beholden it’s the way to give some acceptance here.
When you visit the little Village, you see our latest visitors, the ones I hold so near.
Watching the ladies marathon, Olympics Beijing, not far from the great birds nest arena.
Seeking for inspiration, my mind is with this awesome lady, mother of baby will be Constantina.
Our little baby Dolphin will be Raphael.
Hope it’s not a girl, OK call it Rachael.
Sorry Grant, buddy what can I say, want to be the daddy of our little baby dolphin.
Come to Brunswick Heads, see your baby, if you want go frolickin’.
I started with Dolphins, Mummy and her Bub, ending now with their progeny, we humans lower class.
The most gorgeous of people, Mummy Dolphin and her Baby, from them we get our past.
Come down to the rocky boardwalk, see mummy and her bub, you will have a mind release.
Come by yourself, slid into mystic thoughts, be supernatural, and let your mind be in peace.
Dolphins, baby, life, from the sea deep within, wipe the inner strife.
We are them, they are us, think you mongrels’, do not take there precious life.
© john d Farley, 2008, and you lovely Dolphins.
Flipper Note; me mate loves Dolphins, I love Dolphins, they are the inspiration of transcendental thought.
Just about every day, rain hail or sunshine, I go to see some old friends of mine.
Down along the rocky boardwalk, the place to meet and greet.
Take my camera and me thoughts, pull up a rock and make a seat.
Just of late, guess a couple of months or so.
I made some new friends, will never know their names but for me that will be no woe.
A mother and her baby, they have come to join the Village, always with a happy smile.
Please forgive indulgence; I am besotted by their presence, so come with me awhile.
Sometimes she brings her family, daddy of the tacker, brothers and sister’s aunties in attention.
All along the boardwalk they will swim and frolic, little one centre of their affection.
But mostly it’s just the mummy present; the baby will swim up the Brunswick reach.
Jump and surf the little waves just off the Torakina Beach.
Upon reflection, there’s one imperfection with our lovely mummy dear.
Her dorsal fin, will give her in, but it lends to mummies beauty, so let me make this clear.
I will make this point beholden it’s the way to give some acceptance here.
When you visit the little Village, you see our latest visitors, the ones I hold so near.
Watching the ladies marathon, Olympics Beijing, not far from the great birds nest arena.
Seeking for inspiration, my mind is with this awesome lady, mother of baby will be Constantina.
Our little baby Dolphin will be Raphael.
Hope it’s not a girl, OK call it Rachael.
Sorry Grant, buddy what can I say, want to be the daddy of our little baby dolphin.
Come to Brunswick Heads, see your baby, if you want go frolickin’.
I started with Dolphins, Mummy and her Bub, ending now with their progeny, we humans lower class.
The most gorgeous of people, Mummy Dolphin and her Baby, from them we get our past.
Come down to the rocky boardwalk, see mummy and her bub, you will have a mind release.
Come by yourself, slid into mystic thoughts, be supernatural, and let your mind be in peace.
Dolphins, baby, life, from the sea deep within, wipe the inner strife.
We are them, they are us, think you mongrels’, do not take there precious life.
© john d Farley, 2008, and you lovely Dolphins.
Flipper Note; me mate loves Dolphins, I love Dolphins, they are the inspiration of transcendental thought.
Friday, August 15, 2008
MUMMY DOLPHIN AND THE BABY
The pic is regretably poor quality. However, this little family will venture inside the river mouth at BRUNSWICK HEADS almost daily. The 'little tacker' will go upstream and frolic near TORAKINA BEACH, Mum will keep a close view from down stream.
They are part of the; ROCKY BOARDWALK SOUTH POEM, go on GOOGLE it. Regards john f. and his "Bushy" poems.
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