False Head, And Other Parts
Anthony Riddelll
Wilbur Z. Megiddo, himself without arms, is on an obsessive search for a limbless mammal. He teams up with Ichthyopod, Troublee Bingbang and Miranda Praecox on their journey to Lobethal, as all clues point to the mysterious mammals being found in this sleepy Adelaide Hills town.
But none of them realise […]
I have recently received photographs documenting my unusual political success in Germany. In previous entries, I may have failed to mention that both me and Farmer were elected to extremely important positions in the Reichstag while we were in Berlin. I suppose that this success can be mostly attributed to our ability to order and […]
I would just like to tell the world that my job really really really sucks. I should never have let myself in for this mess.
Right now, I would rather be an impoverished, filthy mendicant than keep having to spend 11 hours a day in the hell-hole that they call our office.
In other news, Oriana rang […]
I am guessing that one of the biggest topics in the blogosphere at the moment must be the Mohammed cartoons. They are certainly the hot topic in newspaper editorials over here, anyway. For what it’s worth (nothing?), I would like to register my opinion.
At first, I thought, ’stupid bloody Danes… French… oh everyone in Europe […]
Friday afternoon:
discovered that a new restaurant has opened in Chinatown, calling itself ‘Jubilant Snack’. immediately notified Amelia by SMS, so that she could share my excitement at these Chinglish developments.
sitting outside a cafe in Gouger Street, many people dropped by for small talk. Watched another restaurant, Gaucho’s, burn down, along with many other spectators, some […]
Wandering the shops of Melbourne has reaquainted me with the fantastic range of small-press books which seem to be flowering from the more fertile corners of this dusty land. I purchased Transparent Skin, one of the various books available by Anthony Ridelll [sic]. He has a very idiosyncratic style of flowing words together, constantly changing […]
I have just finished reading El Coronel No Tiene Quien Le Escriba (Nobody Writes to the Colonel) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It tells of an old couple in a remote village of an unnamed South American country. They are slowly dying of poverty, or at least the hunger and illness that it promotes. The Colonel’s […]
Last night I arrived at the farm of Alberto Hortelano and Raquel Puga, near Órgiva, in the foothills of the Sierra Madre. It is set in a beautiful, semi-arid landscape, with mountains as high as 3000 metres on all sides. There is not much rain, not much cold, and lots of wild pigs.
I am living […]
This blog is being written while I am suspended in mid-air, high above the surface of the earth. This blog is being written on the cusp of two lives, as one dissolves into the past, and another looms up out of the future.
I am in an airplane, travelling from Dublin to Almería, Spain. I have […]
A new place, an all-new “extra-grey” look.
I am leaving Dublin tomorrow morning, and switching to this pre-formatted blog because it will be easier to use “on-the-run”.
I am going to Galway tomorrow, thereafter to Almeria, in southern Spain, then Madrid, then Cantabria (northern coast, near Bilbao), then - oh, maybe Barcelona gets a look-in somewhere, maybe […]