Some one is bending over and copping it badly.
They know who they are.
They are a disgrace.
They are poor writers.... more »
I wandered outside and heard the waves crashing
I heard the suicide of water and earth
I wandered with arms outstretched
And collided with the Bunya pine... more »
Into the Wok I drive tonight
Down into the heart of the balmy city
As I drive a voice comes on the radio and says:
'The Wok has been crowned food capital of the North Coast'... more »