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Puddin’ Eatin’ Lot

Dined on authentic pukka tucka created by Sir Honeybone and then feasted on exquisite chocolate pudding that Rie made (she had to call Sydney to get the recipe!). Thank god she did – it was sublime.
Heaven in Pyrex

A grand night was had by all, whether our heads were photographically amputated or otherwise….

Splendid in the kitchen

I also recieved presents from the Crime Fiction Fairy!

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Divine Ya Ya

Just finished The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood – it obsessed me. I read it in about three days. I don’t know whether it’s the kind of book I could recommend to the guys I know – it’s not really a ‘guy’ kind of book, but I’d recommend it anyway. I loved how it slipped between era’s and generations. The characters were intriging and sympathetic…I had my nose stuck in it at every opportunity over the last few days. Sometimes I venture outside the crime genre and am rewarded…
Don’t think I’ll see the movie though – I’m sure it would only detract from the book – movies usually do.

Clancy of the Overflow

I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just ‘on spec’ addressed as follows: ‘Clancy of The Overflow’.

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(and I think the same was written with a thumbnail dipped in tar)
‘Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
“Clancy’s gone to Queensland droving, and we don’t know where he are.”

In my wild erratic fancy, visions came to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving ‘down the Cooper’ where the western drovers go
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover’s life has pleasures that the townfolk never know

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and river on it’s bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads it’s foulness over all.

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

And I somehow rather fancy that I’d like to trade with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal-
But I doubt he’d suit the office, Clancy, of ‘The Overflow’.

Andrew Barton ‘Banjo’ Paterson

Pizza and Ken

Had dinner last night at Chez Honeybone where guest of honour was the rather affable Ken Bruen who’s been in Australia gracing the Sydney Writer’s Festival with his presence. Here’s Cam, Chris, Ken & Moi:

Ken Bruen & Groupies

Lot’s of pizza and less beer (as it was a Thursday night)…Ken signed my book, which is v.exciting as I now am the proud owner of…wait for it….TWO SIGNED BOOKS. Yeah. I know. Startling stuff. Christine was my date as M is still sick, and we had a fine time until about 11:30pm when we all sloped off to our respective homes, except for Cam who, I understand, found a friendly mattress.

Today was supposed to be the day where I do a months worth of work in eight solid hours, after which I would have the weekend to recover (and work on the website project I’m doing for Women’s Health West) and then come in on Monday to tart it all up in preparation for the reappearance of the boss on Tuesday. Did I get one thing done? No. Was it my fault? Actually, no. The person, O, that I share the office with, had a super-deadline this afternoon and I had to spend all day proofing and editing the bloody thing. So now I’m going to be here til god knows when. Well, until my conscience lets me go home…which, at this rate, will be in the wee hours. What a fun Friday night. My third last one in Melbourne.
[Clutches head and goes into panic spasms.] I need to buy a trailer, I need to buy a trailer.

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