well what is it about me, that would make you want to even bother knowing. nothing really !!
i’ve been scooting about the bloogerverse and discovered so many people have been told, when they sought review, that they have to have an about us page. well here it is, don’t say you haven’t been warned.
i was born in a mild, caring newly air-conditioned room at st leonards – the royal north shore hospital. i was brought home to a small unit with my newly burped face and bum. i was born a boy and remain so to this day.
many years later i left school under a cloud of drama and exasperation and started work. it was very smelly being an apprentice butcher and i’ve been lucky to enjoy a number of so called careers since. sales, music, driving, talking, listening and yelling, all sorts of things.
i was drawn to blogging when i had both legs removed after an unfortunate sky diving accident. not only didn’t the chutes open, i bounced for two miles down a lonely country road and ended up lodged in a wasp nest up a tree. the bites actually brought me back to life and to this day i pay homage to those little bitty things. my legs have been replaced and aside from the odd squeak, i get about fine.
the legs haven’t been the worst of it though. a few years later my right ear was slashed away from my gorgeous head as i tried to defend a young lady at a local shopping centre. as fate would have it, an apprentice butcher had decided he was going to attack his ex girlfriend. i had to dive in and interfere and for my troubles he slashed away at my ears. off they came, one at a time, he got the other one when i turned away ( i managed to find one and it was reattached ). he laughed something about turning the other cheek, but i couldn’t hear him at the time.
i still can’t, i have a hearing aid but she only works monday to friday. she charges too much to work on weekends, so if you are really observant, you’d notice that i type a lot more when she’s not around, distracting me with all those unnecessary sounds.
with all these difficulties, i’ve still managed to grow up, not enough many would say, but i was selected as a candidate for a grumpy old man pin up in a seniors australia calendar, i didn’t win but dated the calendar producer for a while. so then, after that rather tense relationship break up i started tbaoo.
it is as it seems, a random load of silly nonsense, photos and music. there you go, that’s about me.