Sixteen seventy-five was the year when the Queen James’ dank butt xylophone was at it’s celestial zenith.





We swayed as one. Those standing found no relief from the dull pains in their numb heels, yet those sitting found no contentment either, being sandwiched in a sweaty glaze. 

I’m proud of myself for not screeching like a goat when I was approached by a spider.

I realised it was on my person when I felt it on my neck, then I thought I flicked it off, only to discover it two stops later on my sleeve.

I’m very impressed with how they seem to bungy right back onto you once you’ve give them the flick. Spider, I give you 8.5/10 for acrobatics. Kindly, never visit again. Spiders on a packed – out train is the 7th circle of subterranean hell.

Haruki Murakami

You finish a book that you’ve fallen so in love with, that you yearn for more.  You hunt down two other titles by the same author.  You can’t get enough- he’s your life now, there’s no turning back. 

You begin both novels at the same time,  because why not.

You slowly come to the crippling realisation that one of  books is the “independent sequel” to the other and that the original book you  finished first is an epilogue of sorts and should’ve been read last.


Hear the Wind Sing is a precursor to Pinball,  1973, which is followed by the independent sequel, A Wild Sheep Chase. Both novels have the same characters as Norwegian Wood, which seems set a little after in terms of historical chronology.



My main man, Anthony, has devised a cunning plan to shock the world with his brand new Sci-Fi graphic novel. It’s really cool and I’m honoured to be a part of it’s production. I’m jumped about this rocketship through time and space as a Co-Writer and I can’t wait to bring his genius to life.

The story takes you on a whirlwind mystery, defying the laws of physics and gravity, bending the rules of the known universe.
There’s a secret to uncover- but it can only be discovered if you help us get this project off the ground. Please check out our Pozible page and donate now.



Meet Jack, Gwen and George, our headliners.


Watch “Flight Facilities – Clair De Lune (feat. Christin…” on YouTube

Flight Facilities – Clair De Lune (feat. Christin…:

This audio. It goes for about seven minutes.
This song is what I think would be the soundtrack to my life. Not necessarily boppy lyrics with an upbeat rhythm evoking a ‘wow! This is totally like, my life in a song!’ response.
Nay. I think this electronic synth-dream pop would be the ultimate score for a film covering movement and transition. The score would provide a non-diegetic basis upon which montages are collated, with warm colours and sharp-focus reflections. Mid-shots of a pensive girl staring glassy-eyed at the world as the lights flash by, on a night train. The pulse mimics that of than empty city, say Pitt Street Mall, Sydney just after the rain in the early hours of the morn, when all the surfaces glisten and the trees dance in the cool breeze.
This song is movement, rhythm, underlying pulse, both nostalgic and exploratory. It’s the score to the film that is my life

Writing Exercise- “The Big Sleep”

It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved, and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.

“The Big Sleep”, Raymond Chandler