posted on November 18, 2006 at 7:58 pm

sunday morning
that most sacred day
our day of rest
new day dawns
the lonely tb
sitting up on his ownsome
reading the comments from yessaday
tb thinks what can i give my flock today
oh i want to spoil you all
pull out my sunday best
eve n aurora get up
“why didnt you wake us up for the meteor shower”
they angrily demand
eve standing there with arms folded like a jilted lover
aurora gets up in my face
“d-a-a-a-d???”
rejecting my explanation that 2 am in the morning
is not a good time for little doodles to be watching
meteors shower…
(besides doesnt the meteor wants some privacy
when it takes the shower…?)
(you might see its asteroids)
anyhow the doodles stomp off back to bed
well n truly pissed off with moi
who just doesnt understand NOTHING sometimes
its funny being this olde, fiendss
i dont feel like i got anymore time behind me
than say, when i was 5 or 10 or 15
it always seemed life stretched back forever
until a kinda blurry barricade that yer memory could not pierce
its sad to think that all the fun we have with baby bumper
she’ll never remember
my mum n dad seemed to have an exciting life before i came along
on certain nights of the year
when all the rellies n english friends ‘d get together
the kids ‘d all petition the grownups for ghost stories
my dad had 2 beauties
which he did complete with sound effects
like doors slowly creaking open
and footsteps down a hall
he swore both the stories were true
and i never knew whether to believe ‘im
there was the one about the 2 friends in the r.a.f.
they were both spitfire pilots
and in love w/ the same engish rose
the lady finally declares her intention to marry one
the other knobbles his rival plane
who goes missing in action
mr nasty bastard marries the girlie after being her consoler
the war ends
but
one year after the war ends….
a spitfire lands on the airstrip
its the guy returning
they rush up to the plane
slide back the cockpit
and …
its a skellington flying the plane!!!!!!!
the other story
was my mumndad
broke down on motorbike
on the moors
dark foggy night
find little hotel unexpectedly
check in
old old couple working there
lovely rooms
next morning
sun shines
find bike
n ride on to worried friends
anxiously waiting
les n joyce where you been last night..?
oh we stopped at a little hotel
hotel?
theres no hotel round here…
but…
sure enuff
they go back to try n find it
but never can….
oohhh i thought that was creepy
anyway
i was thinking about my early life
i wasnt an easy kid to like i guess
i was kinda cheeky in a way which shocked my auntie lou
who was my dads sister, 10 years older
“leslie you should chastise that childe!” i remember she’d say
i used to say i “hated” food n stuff like that
all the rellies seemed vaguely pissed off with me
i guess it was the nascent bohemian
lined up against all them fifties “straights”
there were a few bohos amongst em
my uncle dennis, a cat from bristol
my dads corporal in the marines
he wasnt really my uncle
it was impolite to call adults by their 1st names in those days
everyone was uncle n auntie to me…
anyway dennis always had the latest weirdest stuff n theories
i only realise now what a huge influence he musta weided over me
he came out with the wildest stuff
“a carfull of bloody jehovahs witnesses broke down out the front
they came n asked me if i could get it going..
i told em ask sodding jehovah to fix yer bloody car!”
i mean ididnt hear a lotta that kinda stuff in those days
he always had the latest beatles record
n he took me n my dad step by step thru the paul is dead scam
playing the records backwards n everything
he had a spare room upstairs where i sometimes found myself
there was the first playboys i ever saw
back in like 1961 -2
man
oh god i can still see it now
i mean
i couldnt believe it…..
i still cant….
and not only that
but a couple of years later
although it was totally banned in australia
a copy of lady chatterlys lover
i mean to a 10 year old
theres some sizzling erotica in that book
jesus christ it put some ideas in my head
and still sometimes
if im in a bookshop
i’ll go n read those pages…
go lady chat!!!!
is that why ploogy became a gardener in the end?
after that i become a bit of an avid young reader of erotica
consuming sexus n tropic of cancer by henry miller
the story of o
the story of the eye
anais nins delta of venus n little birds
the kama sutra n the perfumed garden
wherein i dutifully learned of the yoni n lingam
i certainly had all the theory down early, you could say..
not that this has much to do with anything
by the way
seems ive left uncle dennis off in the distance
such is my rambling restless mind…
dennis had a dark side too
he told me his mother used to lock him in the cupboard
when he played up
he was a vehement atheist and he fuckin’ blasphemed
in front of all the old ducks
one imagines he had been quite a soldier during the war
my dad n he idolised each other
he was there the day my dad suddenly died…just like that
after all the stuff thrown at em during the war
his old mate just fell off a ladder while painting a wall
and he was gone
the humour, the memories
our kind old dad
extinguished like a flame
dead men dont know theyre dead said dennis
in his bristol accent
and somehow i took some comfort
in that bleak consolation
that day was thirty years ago in early dec
my mum had to sell the little house my dad just bought
(thats why he was painting it)
to pay “death duties”
so theres a little irony for ya
he worked his whole life to get a holiday house
and a couple of weeks later
he died
and the govt took it back off us…
i reckon that was fuckin’ rude
i hear theyve done away with that tax in some places..
did they need the money so bad to do that to us?
anyway dennis is still going tho
on one lung only
hes still feisty n bohemian too
no ones gonna take him in with loada olde bullshit
i guess going thru ww2 can do that to ya
“dont think the allies didnt commit atrocities” he warned me once
and a look in his eyes told me he had seen some dark stuff
its funny the war made him harder
and it made my father softer
my father always approached life with great reverence
while to dennis it seemed maybe more temporary
i dunno
i do thank my lucky starrs
ive never had to try kill anyone
or had anyone trying to kill me
my biggest worries have been bullshit like
i gotta bad review
or
the chocolate soy milk failed to materialise
i feel kinda spoilt sometimes
ive had it good
real good
im thankful
i really am
my life has been sheltered n safe
in a turbulent world
anyway
its sunday
go out and celebrate
love your life a little
have an icecream
take a walk on the boardwalk
watch all those people go past
listen to all those voices
thats all you can do on a day like today
take it easy baybee
take it real slow
sk

46 Responses to “if i could turn back timebeing”

  1. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 18 November 2006 at 9:42 pm #

    sure thing esskay…
    mjnjr

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2006 at 9:45 pm #

    Im the first… how great! Well. My dad died of a stroke when i was eleven… in 1993. im 23 now. My dad was in world war 2. He was a general that supplied gasoline to the tanks and jeeps and anything else that needed gas. He was in new guinea… he had to kill at least one person from what i remember in his stories, which wasnt much. You see, i was only eleven. My mom knows more, and she has told me over the years. My dad always said that war is a terrible thing… he was drafted. I think it is too. He would sit on the porch on sunny days and just watch the trees sway in the wind and smoke his swisher cigarettes. A calm quiet type. I would like to think that we all live on in eachother somehow. For instance, maybe you have a part of what made your dad great in you. Well, maybe i ought to start my own blog… enlightening story sk. Im going to take it easy sunday too.
    -Allen
    Galveston TX

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    eek | 18 November 2006 at 9:52 pm #

    That was lovely. A whole slew of emotions conjured up by this entry. Very few people can do that and you seem to do it with such ease.

    When I read your blog I find outmore about you — that’s expected. What is not expected, but is a fantastic bonus, is that I also find out more about me. What a wonderful gift.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 November 2006 at 10:09 pm #

    still saturday evening here but it sets up a nice sunday. thanks sk

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    damien | 18 November 2006 at 11:04 pm #

    Thanks for sharing that, Steve.

  6. avatar
    meat is murder | 18 November 2006 at 11:14 pm #

    ice cream = dairy = animal products= death

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    public savant | 18 November 2006 at 11:28 pm #

    See, imagine how chuffed you’d be if you heaved the unwieldy Sunday broadsheet of your choice home from the shops and, instead of whistling through your teeth at the turgid, self-congratulatory drivel of the literary supplement cognoscenti, you find this.

    Two little aussie dollars well spent, I would’ve thought.

    On this lovely cloudless morning I’ll accompany my 3 year old on the waterfront carousel without cynicism (though there’s fuck all i can do about the motion sickness).

  8. avatar
    don joe | 19 November 2006 at 12:08 am #

    It’s a deal fiend. (the last paragraph)
    Most of this age has been preserved from having to confront the war scene due to no conscription, so am grateful also.

    enjoy your’s.

    ML,
    don joe

  9. avatar
    fergal | 19 November 2006 at 12:15 am #

    i thought u were gonna say that ploog disappeared in a bizarre gardening accident,
    a la spinal tap
    ~

  10. avatar
    John Garratt | 19 November 2006 at 12:47 am #

    My dad’s most involved war story: the ambulance got stuck in the mud in Burma during WW2.

    John

  11. avatar
    verdelay | 19 November 2006 at 1:35 am #

    We never saw the things our fathers saw

    But we saw out fathers sore

    our fathers soar

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    veleska1970 | 19 November 2006 at 3:24 am #

    a very revealing blog today, steve. all my great uncles fought in WWII and Korea. they never talked about it, though. just too traumatic, i guess. you have mentioned your “uncle” dennis before. he sounds like quite a character who took a young and impressionable boy under his wing, without a doubt. 😉

    i’m sorry you lost your dad when you were so young. but, you got to spend 22 years with him, so that’s a blessing there. you’ve learned more from both him and uncle dennis than you’ll ever realize, and i think some of those lessons has helped you be so thankful for your life you have now.

    i’ll try to take your advice this weekend. had a big setback this past week, so i guess “takin it slow” is a good idea!!

    lotza love……

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    ambnt1 | 19 November 2006 at 4:37 am #

    Steven,

    I really enjoy these snippets into your childhood. Please keep ’em coming (past 11/22). May this be a “month of Sundays” for you.

    –Chris

    n.p. Hawkwind, “In Search of Space” (when the engineer saw Brock turn his amp up to 11, he said, “You Shouldn’t Do That,” and a song was born)

  14. avatar
    malenkybit | 19 November 2006 at 5:33 am #

    It’s 20 minutes into Sunday and you’ve inspired me, gonna take the cocker espanol on a drunk walksies thru the neighborhood — I own the world at this hour, and the cold oughta wake her up and keep the beers in my pockets the right temp. I pulled the Story of the Eye off my shelf for when we get back, a good Sunday read yeah? Can’t believe you mentioned that! 🙂 -Alex

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2006 at 6:26 am #

    “and I was just a stranger then”
    you were, but since reading ye olde blogge we have got to know a lot about sk & ny. Enjoyed reading the time being these past months (very addictive), thanks for being so honest and sharing so much with us, happy and sad times.

    If you and nk haven’t been to see the Goddess exhibition at the Art Gallery yet, also have a look at The Dobell Prize for Drawing (it’s on till Dec 3 and Goddess till Jan 28.) Reg Mombassa has an entry there’s a car in it (wonder if he drew yours).

    d n I are going to the Sando on Tues, what a good way to celebrate my bday listening to you and Marty.
    Know it’s PK’s bday same day, hope he has a good one.

    Love Therese

  16. avatar
    restaurant mark | 19 November 2006 at 6:45 am #

    you’re a good soul steve…

  17. avatar
    davem | 19 November 2006 at 7:33 am #

    Good morning Steve.
    Thanks for that. It’s 7.20am here. I’m going to take your advice with the day. Except the ice cream – we’ve had a hard frost here. Everything looks beautiful though.
    Love you more,

    Dave M
    xx

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2006 at 7:35 am #

    Some nice memories there sk, but so sad about your dad. Your unckie Dennis was a bit cheeky giving you those “educational” books at such a young age, you made me laugh saying you can STILL remember seeing your first Playboy SO clearly…more than 40 years ago!!!! ha ha “boys will be boys” as the old saying goes!

    Well, I’m off for a week down the beach (no Time Being, boohoo), so I won’t be able to paypal you on the 22nd, but I promise I’ll do it when I get back. Have a fab time giging with Marty, can’t wait for the Melby show in a few weeks!
    Take care and love always,
    Princey

  19. avatar
    captainmission | 19 November 2006 at 7:46 am #

    sun going down over the northern beaches after a lovely day, berry smoothie for breakfast, surfing at avalon, lunch with friends and feeding the beautiful parrots, watching the wind rustle the leaves, looking at the sun slowly sinking, eating an ice cream, thinking about how lucky i am to, taking it easy baby…easy

  20. avatar
    isolde | 19 November 2006 at 8:41 am #

    dear fellow fiends
    i think i have just made a discovery about how to make the time being number one, i just spent a couple of hours downloading it, by working my way back through the links that come up on the right side, yes i am a compulsive archivist sad but true … any way i noticed as i was doing this that when i started tb was 40 in the blogtopsites and a hundred+ pages later it was 22 so i figure that if i can singlehandedly do that imagine if we all did that! lordy lordy! tb would be number one! so if you are interested in this experiment do a bit of clicking back through the pages and we’ll see … i think it counts unique page visits and ranks accordingly

    of course i could be wrong, the mention of lady chatterly could have sent search engines the world over directing erototraffic towards this blog

  21. avatar
    lily | 19 November 2006 at 9:06 am #

    SK,

    Excellent blog today! Love the meteor jokes.

    So you were a conoisseur of erotica at a young age, huh? Wow, impressive! 😉 I remember reading a few things myself when I was too young to even fully understand most of it.

    I’m going to take your advice and have a nice and easy relaxing Sunday.

    lily

    P.S. – Hope the doodles got over the disappointment of missing the meteor shower. 🙂

  22. avatar
    cita | 19 November 2006 at 9:26 am #

    Your words brought tears to my eyes today.

    Yesterday when I woke up I turned to my partner and said the first thing I need to do today is listen to the Church…lashings of electricity tinkling through my veins. It gave me what I needed most…magic, sanctuary and fruit of the divine.

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    calling down baal and zeus | 19 November 2006 at 9:32 am #

    something goes on here ..i cant explain…comment #2 today mentions the stroke of a father ..

    lindsay had what they are calling a “mini stroke” or tsi this evening while she was making a quilt…

    shes in the hospital now and i just got back and needed to relate this to someone ..
    shes only twenty four years old ..
    she couldnt move…

    were not supposed to be terrified until some tests and some results

    im just asking for prayers folks..just little prayers

    and happy thoughts.

    sincerely ,david

  24. avatar
    eek | 19 November 2006 at 10:02 am #

    David, my thoughts and wishes for a very speedy recovery are with you and Lindsay.

  25. avatar
    fantasticandy | 19 November 2006 at 10:05 am #

    hi steve,first book i really enjoyed was ‘war of the worlds’ at age 5! got into anais nin at about 10,remember that story in ‘delta’ about the girl with the mole? now there’s a tale of obsession for you,but ultimately very sad and moving.steve,your childhood seems very similar to mine in many ways,i’m 50 in december,my dad died very suddenly and pointlessly nearly thirty years ago working on a new house.dennis was’uncle harry’ and yes i was so precocius that i pissed them all off too.i even listen to and like the same sort of stuff as you.the main difference is our musical careers,you stuck with it no matter what.i had a failed deal,got the blame,and got the boot. i didn’t even own a guitar for 25 years—all my creativity locked away whilst i raised my two girls,BUT THE FIRE NEVER QUITE WENT OUT.YOU,MARTY,PETER AND TIM ARE LARGELY RESPONSIBLE FOR BLOWING ON THE EMBERS AND FANNING THE FLAMES OF WHAT IS NOW A HUGE MUSICAL BONFIRE. steve,you said despite all the odds it just gets better,hell,if you can do it,so can i! thanx for all the inspiration, love,andy L,and the’DUDES OF NEPTUNE’ p.s. maybye this might give you some idea of why your opinion(good or bad)means a lot to me/us! keep on keeping on you bloody big blogstar!

  26. avatar
    fantasticandy | 19 November 2006 at 10:10 am #

    just read the lindsay thing,don’t worry my brother in law had one at 21 and made a full recovery! lots and lots of love does amazing things and i’m sure she’s going to get loads!!!! all the best,andy.

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2006 at 10:36 am #

    Tenderly
    these memories
    my uncle Kiki (Octavio)
    was one of the brightest guys Ive ever known
    I say he hadda been Mel Blanc’s little brother
    I cant do him justice as if it ever could
    he died at age 34 of a bad heart valve in his sleep
    after playing with his son, a four yr old lil boy Ozzie
    He was given to another future in a galaxy far far
    I cried all the drive from miami to chicago
    he was like my older brother
    he was a rockah
    he helped me to understand that it was cool to have loads and loads of music
    him and his brother Beto( my other uncle) another rockah
    took me out for a cruise and played me my first church album – GAF
    I remember metropolis and essence and then the car system erupted to 11 when grind
    came on, I never looked back, they went to see you guys that weekend
    that day lives forever,
    We could just be anyone
    but we arent
    we are here to love and honor one another
    its what feels the strongest
    what makes my heart bleed
    the spirit prefers this pain
    the bittersweet memory
    I play these songs for you
    and We woke up in Rozelle
    or maybe we died

    jaime r…….

  28. avatar
    indigoruby | 19 November 2006 at 11:15 am #

    You should get paid for your time if people are enjoying your work, but particularly for your constancy (kaleidoscope of moods, tones and travel destinations notwithstanding).

    Your financial frankness is refreshing…but was anyone really still under the misapprehension that you are living the high life when you’ve just spent only $1000 on a car??

    And I don’t know how people can be so judgemental about giving money to the homeless. Yeah, being badgered can be annoying but have some compassion for the lovelessness and desperation that drives people to stoop so low.

    I make no judgments about the spliffing, but would love one of your vivid portraits of how life for sk would be without it…

    See you at the Sandringham on Tuesday,

    Em

    ps All the fun you have with baybee bumper she won’t remember the way you remember that one plus one equals two – but she’ll breathe it in through every pore and it will take shape somewhere as light and colour for her to rest in…

  29. avatar
    Cameras 4 Eyes | 19 November 2006 at 11:27 am #

    Sundays I walk over to the Barnes and Noble bookstore, which has a nice non-Starbucks cafe in it, and big comfy chairs, to get a Mocha Latte and find a bok or several to read and look through. I say, “I’m going to the library.” Occassionally I buy books there, so they don’t go out of business.
    Bought ULTC there on a Sunday 🙂

  30. avatar
    verdelay | 19 November 2006 at 11:35 am #

    david

    thoughts, prayers, vibes, whatever we can give you
    it’s yours
    our hearts reach out to you and lindsay
    please find solace and strength in our collective warmth
    We may be strangers here, but we’re here together

    hf

  31. avatar
    invisiwoman | 19 November 2006 at 2:03 pm #

    Dave~ Lindsey~ Keep yer hopes up! seleniun auppliments are supposed ta help with tia’s. Just don’t let the quacks crack her melon. That was my mom’s demise, just made things worse. I hope things get better for ya.

  32. avatar
    matthew | 19 November 2006 at 2:28 pm #

    thanks for the anecdotes about your dad… I think I would’ve liked him. My mother died suddenly too, when I was almost 15… funny how those traumatic events end up shaping you.

  33. avatar
    JJ | 19 November 2006 at 2:56 pm #

    Sunday a.m. here, I’m a little sore from paddling this amazing whitewater river called Little River Canyon yessaday. It’s a mysteriously beautiful place, full ‘o waterfalls flush with the recent rainy deluge. Transports me away from everything, Back W 2 Beasts tracks playing in my head as I run the rapids. My fiends & I share a bowl of Appalatian herbal afterwards in a sublime moment.

    I really enjoyed this blogge; my mother was the bohemian type, and brought home Beatles, Stones, Doors, Donovan – which I listened to constantly to my dad’s chagrin. Ha – when I was about 12, I’d spend the night over at my friend David Palmer’s house, his dad was a doctor – who had a pile of Playboys in the room above the garage, which we found of course. Time stood still leafing through that treasure trove! Story of O – yikes, I saw the film at, oh, 18 and kinda flinched at that, shifting positions in the theatre chair.

    Loved your dad’s ghost stories. I love families’ oral histories, the stories, the gags…used to hear them at our rellies’ gatherings, but many of them are gone now, but being replaced by my brothers & sisters stories.

    Story in the paper this a.m., war stress on soldiers in Iraq, one says “I can’t belive how many civilians I killed.” Glad I was just a bit too young for Vietnam, wouldn’t have gone anyway.

    Enjoy Bondi today.

    JJ

  34. avatar
    davem | 19 November 2006 at 3:01 pm #

    David & Lindsay,
    Love and prayers to you.

    Dave M
    xx

  35. avatar
    mandn | 19 November 2006 at 3:38 pm #

    Happy day dear Orpheus,

    3 days left?
    2 steps to the right?
    1 little blog in question…

    ours ears are here for the filling

    xo
    M

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2006 at 5:23 pm #

    Hey Steve,how about some proof of life after death. Cuz I’m dying, and I’m scared…don’t want to just disapppear forever …Life seems like a sordid and lonely scam, to me….Also, i’m pretty fuckin sure you’ve got loads more more money, love, children, gear, praise, support, ah the list goes on–THEN ME!!!, Don’t we all love honesty? thats my take. I cant wait to be derided by your faithful. I once was such, And i have this uncanny feeling I aint alone. Hell, I still am( faithful), just grown UP a little…just a bit. Gotta face my death, ya know??? Also, really dislike some of your commentators. They have been rude and tasteless to my former Self. Made me wonder…the lustre of just being a fan wore off quick, and suddenly a new image appeared. Still Reckoning…Love You All!!! yeah right. love those who have kindness and honesty, that all. Your friend, Dee AKA the Idiot.

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    Renee | 19 November 2006 at 5:34 pm #

    So…..basically your a closet pervert!
    that’s okay, so am I 🙂

    I remember throughout my adolescence having issues with my relatives,
    especially my Mom’s mother and her sister (my Aunt). I recall my Aunt saying one day about me,
    “She has the respect of a piss ant!!”
    whatever the fuck that means?
    although I suspect its true,
    I don’t know what it was but adults always had this thing with me
    they were always sitting me down and scolding me for having an attitude problem, they always seemed somehow threatened by me
    I never understood what they were talking about, what was I doing wrong?
    Maybe you understand what I’m talking about?

    thanks for the excellent read, well worth a dollar a week 😉

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2006 at 8:37 pm #

    Good one, Steve. Enjoyed every line of that. Thank you.

    Louis

    Ps. I had a vision of being the next custodian of the Block picture, but alas a Cactus has gotten in the way. [The damn thing ought to be in a museum.]

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    stealthblue | 19 November 2006 at 9:18 pm #

    Thanks, Steve.
    Here’s to Dad and Uncle Dennis! *clink* War is hell, that’s all there is to it. My dear Dad is still around thank God. He’ll be 60 in a few days. What an amazing life he’s had so far complete with a bunch of very hilarious tales and plenty of good advice…though I still think now I shoulda listened more! But what can you do? We’re different birds he and I, but it’s funny how much I see him in myself now that I am older and a hell of a lot more observant. Anyway, he did the Viet Nam thing, got yanked right outta high schooll in 1966 to go float around the South Pacific and kill or be killed…over something he knew nothing about or even had a reason explained to him from the gov. for that matter…only to “protect our way of life.” (Sound familiar??) So, yeah, war must change you somehow, and in my dad, it made him more of a solid person I can only gather, more wise and much more thankful of where he came from and what is important in life,etc. Thanks to him, my siblings and I have had that kind of instinct and knowledge passed on to us by him and sweet, artistic, sensitive mom. Luckily, we didn’t have to learn that from war. He was the sacrificial lamb, almost lost his life on at least three occasions (that I know about)and saved a couple other fellas. He survived and is living his life to the fullest, and he “kept” us out of the military…it wouldn’t have been us anyway.

    I enjoyed the condensed ghost stories, especially the one about your parents and the hotel…what a trip. GULP! I also had to laugh at your discovery of erotica at that “oh so influential” age! I remember “inheriting” a stack of dirty mags at around 14 from some old fella I was helping clean up the joint for. He didn’t have much time left on Earth and was getting rid of some of his stuff. Apparently he thought it was something that my buddy and I could benefit from, a box of Playboy and Gallery! How thoughtful, huh?? Anyway, mom found them a week or so later, had a breakdown and “left it up to me to do the right thing and get rid of them.” Of course I kept a couple of the “premium” ones and threw out the rest…that way everyone was happy!! Honestly though, I don’t know of a single guy that didn’t have some sort of experience like that. I am thankful for that experience though, because the one thing my dear old dad was not profifient at was explaining the facts of life! I’ve never seen his face so red, or heard him trip over so many words!! He used words like “mount” and “intercourse”…very scientific, very sex ed…poor guy!! It was just so taboo, but luckily, by the time he’d gotten around to giving me “the talk”, I already had some previous education from my other sources! That, and I had plenty of perverted friends! Freaking funny the more I think about it. God bless him , he tried so hard, but it was just awkard for him. It is not like he is a “stiff” (no pun indended)or anything, I mean there are four of us kids! I even heard my parents “performing” once when I was about 17, came back from a New Year’s Party totally schnockered and the last thing I ever expected to hear was coming in through the vents…NOT COOL and even though very natural, very awkward the next morning at breakfast! Anyway, my point is, I guess, I have no idea how I would really explain it to my future kids either, except to be very honest and try not to do what my dad did!

    Have a great week, everyone! Think I’ll go have some ICE CREAM!!
    Peace and love,
    Ben V.

  40. avatar
    stealthblue | 19 November 2006 at 9:21 pm #

    Hey Hoodwinked,
    Just read your comment. Not sure what you are dealing with, but just sending you lots of love and positive energy.
    Peace,
    BV

  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2006 at 11:24 pm #

    Dave, Lindsay, Hoodwinked – so sorry to hear your news! Sending some good wishes your way.

    Steve, us girls were just as curious. I used to read the letters section of The Truth when dad wasnt around. “The Story of O”, Emmanuelle etc were eye openers later on! Filmmakers could do a lot more with erotica than they do instead of going for cheap titillation.

    Lovin’ your family stories SK. My Uncle Gordon (the Geordie)had a favourite ghost story that intrigued me of a girl he picked up hitchhiking who disappeared. Jon English recorded a song about the exact same story years later called ‘She Was Real’ so i never knew if Uncle G had borrowed that story or not but I never wanted to ask him and ruin it. My english relo’s have a LOT of ghost stories, all that history. I have my own when my motorbike broke down near the now well-known haunted pub Clarkesfield Hotel in countryside Vic…(now known as the Coach & Horses Inn)..and we befriended the owners who let us stay many times..eerie and unexplainable happenings. My dad tells me that ghosts are all around me. He likes to freak me out 🙂 Im so sorry that your dad isnt around anymore to share stories with your girls.

    x

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    Anonymous | 19 November 2006 at 11:45 pm #

    ps of course I always love my life, eating ice-cream and watching the people go by

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    Anonymous | 20 November 2006 at 12:06 am #

    oh yeah and you’d get docked half a dollar today SK for making me think of Cher 🙂

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    Anonymous | 20 November 2006 at 5:19 am #

    Hi Steve,

    Would be very happy to push the button on the 22nd – your blogge has become quite an addiction.

    Hanging out to see the crunch at Sandalford, haven’t seen you guys live since ’03 in Margaret River. Will you be electric?

    To calling down baal and zeus, I don’t know you but I feel your hurt, know that a lot of people are sending you white light for a speedy recovery.

    Love
    Celticat

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    Centuryhouse | 20 November 2006 at 6:19 am #

    Excellent blog. Dennis sounds like quite a character with an interesting take on things.

    I agree with you on the governments robbing people with their ‘death tax’, what a horrible thing.

    dw

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    CSTCoach | 20 November 2006 at 4:20 pm #

    David and Lindsay,

    Truly sorry to hear of your troubles. What an incredibly frightening time! Sending best wishes your way.

    ryan


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