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When she met him he already had cancer.

Caught... between Love and Loss

The actual location. The view from the back of 'Richard's' property.

Page One

        When she met him he already had cancer. He refused to call it by its medical name, a not so rare, but still less common form of lymphoma. It was instead, the little slippery bastard that had been sent to test his will, just as he had begun building the house. She knew all about his dream project, but not his illness. This was due to his dogged character. His certainty that he could beat it on his own, would do, and that it would not interfere in his life. He also didn’t want to scare her off, given that they’d only just begun dating. At twenty seven, she was alluring, audacious and intelligent and with an appreciation for country life, rare qualities in a city raised career girl. She seemed to share his exuberance for the mini homestead, the planned two bedroom wooden cottage which was to be made from recycled and natural materials. There would be an extensive garden out back to draw the eyes up to the mountain, as the town locals called it, though it was more a rocky outcrop atop a large, steep hill, nevertheless, covered with native trees and preserved by council despite many capacious offers to acquire the land for private development.

Richard had been fortunate to purchase the land, as a deceased estate in mid ’94 for an equitable price. The existing building was way beyond repair, it needed demolishing and the land clearing and this he had done on his own, slowly over twelve months as he simultaneously gathered the components required for the enterprise ahead. He discovered that some of the beams could be put to good use, as well as two bedroom doors, a kitchen cupboard, a gramophone box, sans the gramophone and the bath.

By the time had met Rachel at a friend’s Christmas function in ’96, a party he had almost missed as it was on a Saturday night and would severely disrupt his two hour weekend sojourns to the property, he was thirty six, turning thirty seven in February and had already settled the foundations. Yes he could have done a day’s work and returned to the city for the function, but knew that once he was in his haven, in the zone, he would not bother to leave. As much as it made him edgy, like a sock full of ants, he was soon delighted in his choice. He was immediately interested in her.

The actual house that inspired the story

Caught between Love and Loss  is the first novella in the book, A Refugee's Rage. It's a love story based around an actual house in New South Wales, Australia.

You can purchase the book directly through me or via Amazon etc. Both stories are very different in content and style, but there are similiar themes. 
You can read a 3rd party review here.

Night of the Living Smombies

The Uncensored, Unadulterated Horror

Fear the Walking Dead
They are the....


Smart Phone Zombies.

They just won't stop texting

The World around them doesn't exist.
The Living don't Matter.
They stay on their phones....
But they won't stay Dead!

Ah, that's why it's called the Stop.

They Scroll While They Stroll

They're Perplexed While They Text

While We are Vexed by Their Wrecked Tread

Fuck Off and Die!
(That doesn't rhyme with anything, I just wanted to say it).

They Failed the Chewbecca Test - yes this is real. Sadly.

Pedestrian Deaths have risen dramatically. 

(see this article about Smombies).

'Distracted walking is a form of inattentional blindness and when you undertake this behaviour you are effectively playing chicken with fast moving traffic.'

See train behind. Sadly real.

We don't mind Darwinism at work. It's when they get in your way that's really fucking annoying. Like in supermarket queues. Or in the street. Around public transport. The mall. The schools. Anywhere you're going, they're in the way, like a blind drunk being blind drunk. Move the fuck over!

Also when they do it at work, such as at the hospital (now where did I put those scissors?), while operating machinery at the nuclear power plant, looking after your children (how many kids did we have today?) and while behind the wheel that matters. Phone related vehicle accidents are a major causation of death worldwide. Everyone knows that. But still the Smombies persist.


Essentially they don't have the intelligence to entertain their own brains with thoughts while they are doing tasks, while mundane, that actually require some serious concentration, like driving a truck. 

Also they're ego's are so humongous, like a turd from a hippopotamus, they actually think people care about their stupid fucking posts. They don't.

Image result for dumbass selfies
Ummmmm.... yeah.
(Mmm breakfast)


Make it Legal

This post is sponsored by the 

'Make Killing a Smombie Legal'
'Removing Smombie's from the Gene Pool is a Humane Act' 
'The Right To Bear Arms against Fuckwits with Fones' 

Disclaimer: I'm only against phone use when it impacts the lives of others, particularly when it's dangerous. A girl I went to primary school with was killed in a motor vehicle accident way back in the early 90's, due to a woman speaking on the phone and driving. Little has changed since then, including my rage.

They're lying to themselves, or to you.

Our unseeing eyes

He lost his lie
At the gay bar.

She propped hers up
At the feminist book launch.

He publicly took the pledge
Knowing it merely
Preached to the converted.

She told his mother
That only she could understand
The truth
Regarding her son
And proceeded to set the record straight.

They laughed inside the restaurant
While being internally deflated.

The propensity for falseness
In the gaze of the public eye
Is stronger than a promise.

Together or alone
We stand
Together or Divided
We don’t falter
Our delusion is stronger
Than blood
Our undoing
Oft realised never
Until it’s too late.                                                       

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Nostalgia Video - The Inner West of Sydney

Nostalgia Video Series

Newtown 1956

No. 7 / 10

The Inner West of Sydney, over decades

For more on the History of Newtown visit

Previous Nostalgia Videos

A Refugee's Rage - Awesome New Trailer

Unwanted. Under the Radar. He'll survive, any way he can.

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A Refugee's Rage - Out Now !

It's available directly from the publisher here. (print only at this stage)

I will have copies in another week or so. You can still order through me, and get a bonus FREE PDF story, Revenge is a dish best served warm!

Book can be inscribed if you wish. Makes for a great present, to last a lifetime!

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Please help me spread the word. I really do rely on you. I don't have the luxuries of a prominent publisher's publicity machine! But I guarantee you first class writing. And characters that are real. 
(You can copy the Poster. It has a QR code that links to my site).

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