April 2018

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Three Vietnam veterans accompany the body of the deceased Iraq War veteran son of one of them across the United States ahead of the funeral service.

'Last Flag Flying' echoes a similar set up in 1973's 'The Last Detail' but with less effect. The acting generally is fine but the plot points are a little too coincidental and the tempo a little too slow.


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There’s no real revelation when I suggest that as gay men we do love cock. As I’ve mentioned before, every time I post a hot guy on Instagram someone asks if there are cock shots.

So I was pleasantly surprised the other day when I logged into the back end system of my website to check on sales of downloads. If there were any pdf’s that I thought might have been the highest sellers it would be the ones like Mike, Mike… again, and the others featuring full frontal. Sure Beach Days and (Don’t) Look are in the top four but the number one spot is taken by the gorgeous Jorge in Argentinian Beef and in at number 3 is Jungle Boys featuring

As is my wont, I had a bit of a look at the former tram routes before we visited Launceston. The last tram ran in Launceston in 1952, replaced by electric trolley buses, which were later replaced by diesel buses. Sadly the replacement of trams with buses happened all over Australia in the 1950s and 60s, except in my own city of Melbourne. Actually, it happened all over the world, aside from Europe.

The system was quite extensive, as this map shows.

The nearest tram to T's place terminated at the corner Brougham Street and Basin Road, West Launceston. It is then a 20 minute walk to T's place, but a very, very steep walk ...

Sam is a cleaner at 'The Flick', an old style single screen movie theatre located somewhere in Massachusetts and when the play opens he is training new starter Avery in the cleaning procedures. It is a repetitive, sometimes unpleasant, task; a fact made clear in scene after scene. It is a job with limited prospects other than an unlikely promotion to projectionist, a position which Robyn achieved over the longer serving Sam.

The dead end nature of their working lives is relieved slightly by their shared love of cinema and a secret ...

So many restaurants to choose from! We came to Chica Bonita (“Pretty Girl”) because somehow they’ve managed to score a little higher than everywhere else on Zomato. So, why not? And I like Mexican food, the authentic kind and the various alterations.

We thought the food was tasty enough but nothing special. So perhaps people are swayed by the drinks menu, which sounds kind of fun, honestly.

The lunch menu is pretty limited. Burritos. $14. I went for the one with fish, my pal the one with pork.


One my better half’s friends, Marian, introduced us to milk kefir, a few years ago, and then another friend gave us some water kefir grains to try.

I love the idea of kefir, strange little granules that make a drink that’s full of healthy bacteria. I’ve read for years about the ways that we lose healthy bacteria from our systems (such as stress, antibiotics and bad diet) and concomitantly, how good it is to have healthy bacteria. I knew that probiotics could be found in yoghurts, that weird Japanese drink Yakult and pills. But having a personal probiotic seemed a good thing.

We were happy to discover that water kefir is pretty easy to make. You do need to get your hands on some grains (there are Facebook groups, and if you asked around, someone in your social circle might have some). Once you have your own grains, if

Sam woke me just as the clock passed 8am and said, “Go downstairs and make me toast. I demand toast."
He makes me laugh.

Rightio then, I thought. I looked at my clock and it said 8.05am. I got out of bed and pulled on my house frau outfit.

“Make me toast with the bakery bread.”

“No, that is all gone.”

“Oh well, don’t bother then.”

“I can make you toast with other bread.”

“No, I don’t want Coles bread. I am not eating Coles bread.”

So, I crawled back in under the doona.

“I see,” said Sam. “Your services are no longer needed.”

“I am like a robot going back to my docking station,” I said.

“You have to get up and feed Buddy.”

“I see.”

“Yes, it is all about Bud Bud, you should know that by now.”

“I do know that,” I ...
We rose early enough on Sunday morning and after showering, to a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast cooked by our host T. It was clearly going to be another gorgeous day in Launceston.

Mea culpa. I knew I was not up to a steep walk in West Launceston, let alone R. T is super fit, and for the health of her transplanted heart maintains her super fitness. We are not fit at all. Our travelling companion A walks a lot and is fitter than us. R really struggled with coming up the steep slopes of Fraser Reserve. I am not sure if it was helpful, but A pushed him up with a hand to his back. Advice to all, judge the fitness levels of your guests and if you are the guest, be clear about your fitness levels. There are times to just say no.

If you want a bit of a laugh, read Cro's post here where his good wife gave him a telling off for not having things in the freezer labelled, and so under wifely pressure, he did label at least the drawers in the freezer.

It reminded me of, oh yes, I haven't mentioned this yet, but we are going to South Africa later this year for a two week tour, health permitting.

I was home for lunch when we absolutely decided to go ahead. I went back to work while R booked. Stupidly I did not leave my passport out. He tried to call me and then text me, where the eff is your passport. I need your passport number. He was very cross and wondered why I did not have a file in the filing cabinet named passport like he does. He eventually found it. R has many more passports than I have, being a Brit, a Euro and an Aussie.

My passport is in a file that is labelled Misc ...