Thursday, September 15, 2005


"Sir!" The soldier saluted smartly. "Prisoner, sir!"
"Eh? Right then, bring 'im forward. What's 'e done?"
"He's a deserter, sir, of the worst kind!"
The commanding officer raised an eyebrow. "And which kind would that be?"
"Bread and butter pudding, sir!"

Thursday, September 08, 2005

It's Melbourne, it's Spring. There was meagre attempt at a thunderstorm last
night: a flash of lightning, a few distant rumbles, and a brief spatter of
rain. Now the northerly wind is drying the world and it will be another hot