Oh, dear me, the Prime Minister of Australia, Malcolm Turnbull...and the Opposition Leader, little-boy Bill Shorten...talking about the importance of Patriotism...oh,for fuck's sake, it is fucking 2017...where do we dig up these absurd knuckle-dragging low-life brainless wankers? We are Australian...we are NOT fucking retarded like the Americans. We are not THEM. We are far more troublesome and far more radicalised. Fuck off Malcolm, fuck off Bill.
For ten years I was a poetry literary editor with a very avant garde small publisher in Neutral Bay in Sydney...very left winger commie set up...I loved it...working hard and then talking socialism whilst drinking Grange Hermitage on the balcony over looking Sydney Harbour...sigh. That was a decade in time indeed. I recall one night being in a punch up with Gerry Bostock, the remarkable indigenous film maker from 'outback' Redfern, just after his brilliant film 'BBQ Area' a savage indictment of Australian white culture, was in the cinemas/ I helped him a lot...and then...He called me a White Cunt and so I hit him and we wrestled around the floor there for some time before we both realised we really had no need or desire to hurt each other at all, and so, as really good men, him, being a classic black cunt, and me being a classic white cunt, we were simply too tired from the effort of hitting each other to even vaguely dislike each other anymore. I think I taught him a lot about real men in all cultures. I sincerely hope the cunt learnt his lesson. I still think BBQ Area is the best film ever made in Australia by anyone. It is just brilliant. ..and even though Gerry was a real cunt, he made a great film indeed. He made that film many many years ago and to indicate how important it was, and is, it is still hidden away from white cunts. Great film. you won't find BBQ Area on Netflix, that's for sure...why? It was just too fucking good.
We BBQ'd the TBones for about 5 minutes one side, and 3 the other, whilst roasting the peppers/capsicum, and some purple onions on the grate.
Had them with some sour dough bread stick oven cooked a bit too long, burnt, and butter, and some salad, and some good wine.
And me and Mrs Fitz talked over dinner for about an hour and a half about our journey to here, and about the future.
It is hard to beat that kind of day.
AND We still have some chocolate coated ice cream hearts in the freezer for later.
All up, nothin' much to complain about.
If the day has something to do with the love you share, then there's nothing much else to be wanting in the now.
Had them with some sour dough bread stick oven cooked a bit too long, burnt, and butter, and some salad, and some good wine.
And me and Mrs Fitz talked over dinner for about an hour and a half about our journey to here, and about the future.
It is hard to beat that kind of day.
AND We still have some chocolate coated ice cream hearts in the freezer for later.
All up, nothin' much to complain about.
If the day has something to do with the love you share, then there's nothing much else to be wanting in the now.
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