MOVE TO ADELAIDE?
10 days in Adelaide
Pete
(where the new subs will be built)
Two wretched days drive
Good sense denied
Good sense denied
Keep awake
Stay alive
Long, lonely road
Sleep interrupted
Navigation mode
Signal corruptedInland drought Lawson-esque tragedy
South Australia confronts
Drought in Barossa, 11mm rain in 4 months
A weekend veneer
Wine tastings all queer
Drought in Barossa, 11mm rain in 4 months
A weekend veneer
Wine tastings all queer
Midwinter sleet
Little sleep
Tiredness creepsAdelaide’s Semaphore shore
Sun dancing on sea
Signs of my ancestors nostalgic spree
A plaque by the water on Semaphore Road reads
To “those gallant Sea-captains
[who] visited Port Adelaide...
"They that go down to the sea in ships,
That do business in great waters,
These see the works of the lord.
And his wonders in the deep."
PSALM CV11.23.24”
List of sea-captains on plague begins: “Capt. William Begg”
Begg is/was my great-great Grandfather,
Dour Scot of warm heart
His 2 legs in a storm broken apart
From Glasgow to Adelaide, he sailed 1855
Then settled in Adelaide 1870s alive
Harbour Master of Port Adelaide, before dying 1889
With his Ghost I shared a tumbler o’wine.
With his Ghost I shared a tumbler o’wine.
Both my parents, 7/8ths Protty Scotties watch out!
Were born in Adelaide neither devout.
Shared the same Jewish Grandmother, an outsider
Her existence suppressed. No memory provide her
So I blissfully returned to New South Wales
Occasional place of gales, whale tales
A place of optimism, warmth and friendship for free
Where I carry on Scottie Captain’s love of the sea.
Where I carry on Scottie Captain’s love of the sea.
ALTHOUGH I VOTED LABOR...
A bliss not to see Shorty’s
Dweeble mug on TV
Shorten name
Short in luck
Feet with flippers
Runs like duck
MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY will Beggineth
(With a little help from Eric Idle)
Life is like a yacht in the Caribbean. It’s alright if you have one.
Me life as a failed pessimist.
Of course I have my faults, but you won’t read about them here.
Writing about yourself is an odd mix of therapy and lap dancing; exciting yet a little shameful.
I was destined to be schooled in the lowest of the low, but they wouldn’t take me.
MINE OWN STANZA
Here I sit good sense denied
Excess booze last night imbibed
Pete