Culture Club

Brisbane by Night from the Backpackers

Still here in Brisbane, but definatly leaving. I'm going to visit Steve Irwins's zoo. Now Spike Millagan, of the goon show fame, when he died had the words "I told you I was Ill" inscribed on his tomb stone. Wich as eptiaphs go was damn fantablulos. I'm not sure what Steve Irwin had iscribed on his. "Some where out there was a wild animal with his name on it" would be my submision, a man who trully loved animals more than his own life. Oh well the bus from here to there and back again about doubles the entry fee. Fortunatly I have just aranged to rent a wicked campervan, as expected it was mor expencive than advatised. I'm old enough and cyical enough to know that.

The idea is to drive arround, visiting Cambell, the skipper of Dreamtime IV, on which I did my second atlantic crossing, pick my stuff up from Jacky's in port Macquarie and return said camper in Sydney in a couple of weeks. Its about 600 miles to Sydney as the crow flies.

If booked the van till the 8th of August. When hopefully I'll be meeting Matt.

Its safe to go to Sydney now, the Pope's gone home. Probably with a speeding ticket on the popemobeel windscreen. It was blatting allong awfull fast. Take a chance on life, you never knwo you could get hit by a Popemobeele tommorow!

Does any one have the faintest idea how you spell "pope mobeelelelelele" or care. If you do please write in to

The Shredder,
Licence Fee Wasting Dept,
BBC Bush House,
Shepards Bush,
LONDON W1

Or Text in for 5000 dollar pounds a minute to +61448930953

Art

Nuff said.

Any way I'm the tempoary owner of transport, would be good if I could find a sharer for said. Notice's in you local backpackers. The Wicked Capmers are aimed at the Backpackers. I've got to park mine outside Campbell's mum's house. Jacky's mums house and what ever posh suburb of Sydney Matt lives in. All of them are graffitti artist decorated. Some with quite rude slogans. "its not cheating if its in a wicked van" is a minor exarmple. So I asked for a non-rude one. Damn I'm getting old...

Next Installment wrestelling Crocodiles, drop kicking Koalas and, probably, a speeding ticket.

Yesterday I wandered, to the Brisbane South Bank. Museam (good [and free]) and art gallery. Not into art, but I've done my token gesture bit of culture for the trip. See left, I'm calling "Humidity Monitor in an artistic setting". I a belated defence of the Art gallery, it was good. There was a small group of musician, piano, oboe*, etc. WIth an increadible singer with an awesome voice. The modern concrete gallery's acoustics where amazing, art is conciderably improved by that haunting voice, which was not so much echoing as swelling through the entire gallery.

* See I have got culture - I know what an oboe looks like**
** Ok it might have been a Clarinet**
*** DEFINATLY not a bassoon, how dumb do you think I am.