Ragged Clown

A long time ago, I had a girlfriend and I used to sing to her.

This woman dreams of dying.

The spirit that sent young men out into the world?

We met at the airport. Guess what happened next!

I’ll start with some symptoms from the old days.

Jungles and Beaches

The Ragged Clown finds his home at last.

Falling in love in French Polynesia.

How did people experience paintings in the old days?

Making choices was never this hard before.

Have you ever danced naked in public?

Why were they so wrong so often?

I had a change of clothes, twenty quid and a St Christopher.

I’ve done lots of things.

We sure got up to some mischief!

I was looking for a picture of a freshly inked tattoo…

Sydney to Cairns to Darwin.

I’ve always thought of automats as lonely, melancholy places.

Inside every old person is a young person who doesn’t really understand that he’s old now.

Chapter three of my memoirs. Schooldays.

A kiss is still a kiss.

Those twilight moments between waking and sleeping.

We all have to die sometime, but is that so bad?

The first thing they say is “Whatever you do, do not Google for information about your tumour.”