This is an email I wrote to my email list which I thought would be helpful for anyone interested in becoming a better drinker As I drove home from the flood-ravaged town of Mullumbimby on Saturday night, I mentioned to Jacqui that in the past, my evening that lay ahead…

I’ve spent the last 6 years trying to be the frontman of a band that’s never made it past a pub tour. I’ve mostly enjoyed the ride, but 2022 is the year for playing the drums on some world tours that are starting to pick up steam, or perhaps sunshine…

How do you measure the success of a friend’s business..? Perhaps! How much investment they recieved? How many people they’re hiring? Are they expanding to multi-national HQs? These sound cool, how I would have done it for the longest time. “Crushing it Bro” but perhaps are things that aren’t true…

Late last night, officially so late it was the next day, an email dropped by, twas my buddy. He’d picked up the thread on a project several lifetimes in the making. And yesterday was the deadline… The weight of a deadline is heavy if you let it drag you under…

When I was weird, I saw absolutely everything… I had an “invisible” blue friend called Doody. I spoke with everyone as if they had a story to tell, because they did. I thrived on rolly-polly competitions down grassy hills. I thought farts were so so funny, I would waddle to…

Yesterday I had a yarn with a fella from Brazil. Turned out he lives in Florianópolis. Ahhhh Flori’, a place I experienced through a sparklingly jaded memory of deabuch and awesome. About ten years ago about 20 of the boys descended on the town to celebrate Carnivale. We’d heard it…

Wrote this one down by the sea, while my love was throwing her first pottery. The carry of creative resonance is real… By the way, This isn’t the poem This is.: Born Made I hear the mixed, the off-tone. The reversed out cymbal parking itself across two spaces. Encroaching the soundscape I hear…

Sometimes the afterparty is a let down… — This is the story of my first official day on the New Clubhouse App. If Elon Musk reckons it’s the next big thing, everyone stops and listens and maybe it is. “But hold up Benny!” “WTF is Clubhouse?” Well, it’s pretty much an invite only (for now) Apple app (for now) where you…

Oars stroke past past indiscretion bypassing goodbyes and wet weaping exchanges Wild sprout wilderness rerouting about turn about time Into ourselves again For fuck’s sake, I’ll take greed Fuck four fucks I’ll take five. Shake the world gently It’s been time, had time, she’ll be fine Lost. Into. Ourselves. Again? Eye eye captain The third eye seas Throw me back I’ve ‘ad me fun. This globe be my sword sir, I’d rather not drip.