Back On The Bus!

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Like most wagons, if you happen to fall off the blogaruu bus for too long, it can be tough to get back on. Bucket loads going on yet nothing being posted. Bad form, to be true. In my defence, a lot of country swapping, touring, whuring and jigging has been going on. In your defence, you don’t care what my excuses are. I’ll just write up a big long blogaruu once this last bit of jet lag and birthday booze has been banished from my system.

Until then, this feeble attempt will have to do. Time to paint some words. Bits from my whuring. Whured well. Lots of print and radio. TV to come. Need to get some of the bigger articles if I can. First one is a phone interview I did for a magazine (parts are actually fabricated out of the fat air but overall, compared to some other stuff made up, not too bad). Second piece is one of the first book reviews. Might set up a new book club as well. Folk are sending me photos with my muck! Send your photos in! Worm on. Giddy up. Anyways, not much, but something. Finally, I hope… Back on the bus! Continue Reading »

Enough Talk, More Music!!!

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In case you did not know: Having a book turns you into the biggest whure of all time. Media kind, at least. Probably the horrifically annoying kind as well. Still though, needs be. Whure on. Word out. Mouths open. Eyes reading. Unsurprisingly, it is a bucket of fun. Being on tour. Acting the whure. Past two weeks have been giddy up and go. From dodgy Armenians, to Japanese comic books, to seeing, to believing, to readings, to signings, to launches, to radio, to press, to photos, to tabloids, to broupies, to selling out, to sold out, to directors, to boxes, to randomly walking past Woody Harrelson in a hotel lobby, chilling on a couch, reading my book. Shoes off, book on. As you do. To all that. Along with everything which may somehow be in between all of that gibberish. Pretty much non-stop. Big buckets of dumb fun, to be true. To. Be. True. Also quite time consuming. Being a whure. Out on tour. Meaning flogging my collection of words has lead to a drying up of blogaruus. Not good for the second book. Until time can be found, a filler of music shall have to duu. On the plus side, these songs are all pre-tty savage. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

Win! Free! Gold!!!

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Oh Sweet Lord, this is exciting. Quite giddy. Who doesn’t like free stuff?! If you have ever wanted or asked for a free book, then here’s your chance to giddy up! Wuu duu. Complete. Compute. Competition time. 5 books to give away. Isn’t that just mighty?! Way better than something like a free car or a cruise. A book! I know, I know! Chill, calm down. Easy enough to put your name in the hat. Just a bit of copy and paste. Leave a comment below. Two ways to enter… Continue Reading »

What? Who? Me?!

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Sitting outside McDonalds, at a bus stop, waiting for a cab. No clue where we were, dropped off at some turn off the freeway. Sitting. Waiting. Patiently. Next minute, a police car whips into the curb in front of me. Followed by about four more. Oh Jesus. What’s going on here? Cops jump out of the police car. Yelling. Another car whips around a corner. All sirens blazing. Yelling. Realise. There’s a light shining on me. Look up. Police helicopter over head. What what?! Irate, highly strung cops still yelling at me. What the whating what?! ‘Get your hands up! Put your hands in the air!!!’ What? Who? Me?! Continue Reading »

Hoot On A Boot!

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Last Monday has me stumped. Struggling big time to put it all together in one coherent blogaruu. One which might make some bit of sense. Mental day. Basket case. Random. Dumb. Buckets of fun. New level. Quantity. Quality. Bar raised. Utter nutter. Bit of butter. Already it’s making me ramble into incoherent gibber. Fourth attempt at trying to string it all up. Struggling. Might just have been my randumbest days thus far. So much so, banana split. Two blogaruus. One full day. Open my fingers. Ramble the gibber out. Plough on. And, to make it even more difficult to follow, I’m going to start with Sunday. The day a dog p***ed on me. Continue Reading »

Buy My Soul!

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Monday was a mighty day. Ridiculous. Raised the limbo of mightiness. On every level. Honestly. One of the randumbest days I’ve had ever. Buckets of fun. Buckets of no way. Buckets and buckets of funking nuts. More nuts. And then even more nuts. All fun and games. Until I got punched. In the buttock. And then in the face. Some laugh! Continue Reading »