TELSTA TELLS US WE HAVE AN INTERNET SERVICE IN THE “BUSH”, so if it’s not broke why sell it.
Rather, IT Supersedes the Bush Radio, remember that?
OH SORRY, this is Brunswick heads NSW, AUSTRALIA.... more »
How kids pick up language, sorry, words.
Heard a joke years ago. Little Tommy is five, mom and dad are building an extension to their house.... more »
Brunswick Heads, The Rocky Boardwalk, South.
BRUNSWICK HEADS, THE ROCKY BOARDWALK, SOUTH.
A little hamlet in Australia, NSW.
Collect my thoughts, block out stigma, block out all we give to this very odd enigma.... more »
Clareville Beach And 'Bloody Torpedos'
BIT MORE FROM ‘GRUMPY OLD BLOGGER’.
Any body remember the NAVEL TORPEDO BASE at TAYLORS POINT, via CLAREVILLE BEACH?... more »
Farleys Prose And Poetry
Tongue in cheek.
I'am going to throw my hand in and have a go at prose.
The puritans will throw their hands up, I guess he is permitted, make a stand.... more »
Give Or Take A Metre
I MENTION METRE, (METER) , not the distance I hesitate to say, or should that be stressed, maybe acoustic properties.
GIVE OR TAKE A METRE, John D. Farley© 2009... more »
Little Baby Cherry
I GOT LOST MUMMY
In 2000 a little 6 year girl went “walkabout” from the yard of her home near Broken Head Northern NSW. She wandered off with her pet dog. Her mother had been in constant voice contact.... more »
Me Old Mate Joe
My old mate Joe, his body has departed. My golfing mate, my Community involved mate, me Theater person mate, and then somewhere, somehow he sticks things in my mind. Knew and have known him. Joe is a real mate.
Some words from Joe.... more »
Moon Bay, Ngarigo Blokes, My Special Place
Mine, Anybody's Really. Moon Bay is in us all.
What’s that bloke about this time, he must be very odd.... more »
Mooseface, My School Friend.
Johnfarls.com, AKA; johnfarlsbrunz, AKA; john d Farley. Many schools, many places. Ordinary bloke.
THEY called her Mooseface.... more »
Mummy Dolphin And The Bub.
For several months, a mother and her baby have come to join the 'ROCKY BOARDWALK', our Village accepts everyone. These new additions ARE the 'GUESTS OF HONOUR'.
THE ROCKY BOARDWALK AND MUMMY DOLPHIN.... more »
Mums And Stuff, Blues
FARLEY’S COMPLETELY OBSCURE.
Oh how do you make a blues song, come out with Brunswick Valley?
Can you listen to the mournful sounds of ANZAC and the sounds of old reveille?... more »
My Name's Petal, Love Me.
MY NAME’S Petal, LOVE ME.
My Story.... more »
Ngarigo Blokes, Moon Bay
Bega, Bega Valley, Tathra. We took, we plundered. And yet a simple bloke believes the visions of a Special Place mean many things to many people. He believes he saw.
MINE, ANYBODY’S REALLY. MOON BAY LIVES.... more »
OLD WALL EYE AND OTHER SHARKS.
Tale tales and true. Many stories have been recounted about “OLD WALL EYE”, he lived in real memory, and he was not a figment of too much ‘rum and coffee’. Our ‘friend’ lives out from Brunswick Heads, he has one good eye.
This “Bushy”, read ‘watery’ yarn comes from a personal experience. This must make me 121 years old. Also read; he for she, she for he?... more »
Pancho Me Dog, Me Dog Pancho
I had bought a milk run 1962, location; Avalon Beach, this story commences in the first weeks;
ME DOG PANCHO, PANCHO ME DOG.
What possessed me, this is midnight and blowin’, I’m all alone in me old ‘J’ van so let the repartee start flowin’.... more »
The Bell Has Rung, Posted.
LONELY? I’LL TELL YOU ABOUT LONELY.
Comes from years of body surfing, the feeling of utter loneliness and misery of being POSTED and thoughts of sweet revenge.
If I live.... more »
The Bloke From Mullumbimby
You won’t know this fella, till I get on with me prose.
But I’ll tell ya this my friends, I think he’s one of those.
Now before you howl me down and question my social status.... more »
The Bundemar Stud
Like me, my paltry poems are based on my paltry life. Vernacular; Australian, LINGUA FRANKLY AUSSIE. GRAB A BIT.
BUNDEMAR and the Bodys. BOONOKE AND OTWAY.... more »
The Dunny And The Choko Vine
Inseperable I feels, an enigma if you will, Woolloomooloo the locale half way up the hill.
112 Palmer Street to be correct, Grand Ma’s place of liven’.
Down the back the dunny graced by choko vine, it was our place of respite, some say by God was given’.... more »
The Gusunder From Downunder
On the corner of Bourke and Burton, just down from Darlo’ Station.
A steamy laundry plied its trade, the best one in the nation.
I’ve never seen so many sheets, and shirts and all the rest.... more »
The Ode To The Flooded Causeway
That buggers up again.
That was quick, so they were right, but what would they know, this my domain.... more »