Bringing in the new year with the wankiest of all wanky ciders. It's so wanky the brewers won't even ship it out of Melbourne.
I start every working weekday with bleary eyes, saving blank news script templates with the broadcast area, time and date. Today’s would’ve been MKY 630 311211 and RKY 630 311211. After a while the dates seem more like the Dewey Decimal System, a way of filing work rather than marking time.
I feel like I’ve lived three years in the past 12 months.
I spent last New Years Eve taking social photos in Toowoomba for my then-new job as flood waters washed over Emerald and just under the floorboards of my family home. Ten days later the Toowoomba flash floods tore through the garden city and the Lockyer Valley, killing dozens and destroying entire towns. For me it was 14 hour days, mud, Xanax, gratitude and a steep learning curve.
Our family held our breath through February and March as my Dad received and recovered from open heart surgery.
My colleagues and I were made redundant just before Easter, and I spent most of May and June living in my car and working for the ABC on the Sunny Coast.
I started my new job in late June, which has been another vertical climb. I’ve moved house twice, cranked out 3 zines, 2 demo releases for one of my bands, joined a second band, got 2 tattoos, had a couple of one night stands and one way romances and mitigated mania and depression with medication, sleep and love.
I guess what I’m trying to say is the universe scoffs at the idea of organising days and nights into cycles of 7, 4, 12, 26, or 365 and I scoff with it.
I don’t scoff at love and good times though, so I hope there’s plenty of both in your life tonight.
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New Years.
Bringing in the new year with the wankiest of all wanky ciders. It's so wanky the brewers won't even ship it out of Melbourne.
I start every working weekday with bleary eyes, saving blank news script templates with the broadcast area, time and date. Today’s would’ve been MKY 630 311211 and RKY 630 311211. After a while the dates seem more like the Dewey Decimal System, a way of filing work rather than marking time.
I feel like I’ve lived three years in the past 12 months.
I spent last New Years Eve taking social photos in Toowoomba for my then-new job as flood waters washed over Emerald and just under the floorboards of my family home. Ten days later the Toowoomba flash floods tore through the garden city and the Lockyer Valley, killing dozens and destroying entire towns. For me it was 14 hour days, mud, Xanax, gratitude and a steep learning curve.
Our family held our breath through February and March as my Dad received and recovered from open heart surgery.
My colleagues and I were made redundant just before Easter, and I spent most of May and June living in my car and working for the ABC on the Sunny Coast.
I started my new job in late June, which has been another vertical climb. I’ve moved house twice, cranked out 3 zines, 2 demo releases for one of my bands, joined a second band, got 2 tattoos, had a couple of one night stands and one way romances and mitigated mania and depression with medication, sleep and love.
I guess what I’m trying to say is the universe scoffs at the idea of organising days and nights into cycles of 7, 4, 12, 26, or 365 and I scoff with it.
I don’t scoff at love and good times though, so I hope there’s plenty of both in your life tonight.