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Sneak preview of my entry for this year's (2026) One Eye Film Festival.

I've been reading a lot from former Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd. I'm subscribed to his Substack; most of it is transcripts of talks he is giving around the world, or people interviewing him. He's an expert on China and can speak better than I can write; the guy is so articulate.

My daughter came home from school on Tuesday, sat herself down at the table and did her homework for the week; this was without prompting or my help. Go Grace. 12 points to Griffledoor!

The trick to winning Monopoly Deal I have discovered is to keep your mouth shut so as not to bring attention to what you're up to, or another player will target you before you can carry out your dastardly plan.

Will, my son, was back from the coast for four/five days. The reason for his visit to Dubbo was that his Nan & Pop on his mum's side are moving to Canberra, so the family had a get-together, and helped them pack their shit.

I found out my son might be following his Pop in moving to Canberra in the next year or so, which is good because my wife's sister lives there, so we can kill two birds with one stone when going to visit. We are yet to visit Liz's sister and family in Canberra, despite the fact they have lived there for a good stretch now.

Little books by Ricky Browne

Ned: Doc, I've got real bad pain in my back.

Dr: Need a bit of Oxy just to take the edge off, hey mate?

Ned: Well, I'm looking for you guys to fix my back, but something to give me a bit of relief.

Dr: Yeah, Neurofin won't send you to your better place, hey, got to scratch that itch.

Ned: Neurofin and Panadol only do so much; I want to see if you can actually fix the problem.

Dr: Well, a bit of G-Whiz is not a permanent solution, buddy, and I'm not your dealer.

Ned: Look, I don't appreciate the way you're treating me; this is a serious issue.

Dr: We don't facilitate junkies around here, fella; you're gonna have to get your fix somewhere else.

Ned: Is surgery an option?

Dr: Not for junkies like you; you'll have to settle for Meth or something you can get on the streets.

Ned: Well, can you at least X-ray my back and see what the problem is?

Dr: You junkies are all the same. What have you got in your pockets? You didn't steal one of our pens, did you, vermin like you need locking up!

Ned: I'm in pain, help me!

Dr: Listen, mate, if you meet me round the back in fifteen minutes, we might be able to help each other, but you'll have to get on your knees, if you know what I mean.

Ned: Doc, I have a wife and go to church. I don't know who you think I am, but I just want help.

Dr: You scratch my itch, and I'll scratch yours.

Ned: Can I talk to your supervisor?

Dr: Just kidding, pal. I'll write you a script for something that will ease the pain, and we'll pop you in to get an X-ray and see what the problem is.

Ned: Thank you.

All I want to do is help.

Get people back on the straight and narrow. Get them seeing life through my eyes. The right way to be.

I’m surprised I don’t have more followers on TikTok. Maybe it’s my teeth or my receding hairline.

I know I speak truth. I’ve read over five books, and I know the secrets of the ancient ones. I am the spirit guide of our age.

Fuck, I’m hungry.

No one listens. No one wants to take my course.

Everyone wants to stay blind.

I could go a cheese and bacon pie right now.