The Rod Blog

24 February 2006

The Rod Blog on National Radio!

A big black limousine glides by. In the back is the head honcho, grand poo bah of ABC Radio National. A fat cigar, and two beautiful assistants. They’ve just heard about the Rod Blog. “I want him on my station. See to it.”, and a team of lackeys is sent forth to find The-One-Who-Writes.

At 11am I get the call. My people talk to their people, and the deal is done. An episode of the Rod Blog is to be aired on the ABC Perspectives program, broadcast at 1755 each week day. It is an adapted version of Of Failure and a Christmas Wish, posted on Christmas day.

I’m very excited about this. I’ll need to make sure I do lots of practice reading to make it as good as I can get it. I’ll post the broadcast date when I have it.

Footnote:- parts of the preceding story may contain minor inaccuracies, or be fabricated.

21 February 2006

The Uncertain Lineup

How would you feel to see someone sent to the gas chamber based upon your evidence? That’s a bit extreme, but what about if it was only a few years in gaol?

I was first-hand witness to a crime the other night, and these thoughts have come to me since then. Yes, the crime was minor, but it got me to thinking about how what would it be like to be called to a line-up?

I was just readying myself for bed when my attention was caught by a loud screech and thump. Our neighbourhood has aged a bit, and is now at the stage where there are noisy youths in noisy cars wipe trails of black rubber around the street. This was one of those, but the driver had parked his (actually his passenger’s father’s) car into the next-door’s trailer.

Now we had two quite drunk youths, obnoxious and possibly violent. And they did not want to face the consequences. I’ll spare you the detail, but it was all a bit sordid, with lots of shouting and drunken swaggers. If you’ve read my August 2005 blog “A frightening experience”, you’ll know that we’ve already had a near-violent encounter with a stranger, and you’ll understand why I was very wary of a repeat.

Eventually, our drunken boofheads managed to get their car going again, and shot off at high speed, doggedly pursued by a police van. Well, we thought, that’s the last we’ll see of them but, would you believe, they soon reappeared, and screeched up the dead-end street where we were standing. The blue-flash and siren was not far behind. A shower of sparks, a thud, and moments later there was the shouts and grunts as the coppers wrestled them to the ground. They’d buried their car into a neighbour’s garage door. At times like these, I have only sympathy and respect for the police.

Now, only minutes later one of the miscreants is being interviewed by police. I should recognise him easily, I was there for about ten or fifteen minutes with their boozy blustery behaviour. But suddenly the realisation strikes me. If this person walked passed me in the street, I don’t think I’d recognise him. What, not recognise a face? Honestly, I don’t know where my attention was, but his facial features did not leave a mark. And already I was confused about which one was driving.

Is it just me? I know I can be a bit forgetful, but the idea was a bit worrying. God help me if I ever have to do a real line-up, because frankly, I don’t think I’d trust myself.

09 February 2006

What a hoot!

Katie’s book launch was an absolute hoot! We packed out the bookshop, and sold every copy.

A special thanks to Maxine McArthur for coming along and delivering a fine introduction.

But best of all, was to share this moment with fine friends, many of whom went out of their way to join us. It felt like our wedding day, with the atmosphere fairly frothing with good will. And Katie lit up with a sparkling speech, a blend of heartfelt gravitas and cackling wit.

My eternal gratitude to you all,including those whocouldn’t join us, but sent their best wishes.

06 February 2006

Smokey Reminiscence

My eyes are itching and my throat burns.
Outside the sky is a burnt brown, orange and red. It is a reminder of the horrible days just over two years ago when our city was under seige from bushfires.

I saw these remarkable smoky tendrils on the way home, and since my camera was handy, I could grab this shot.

I hope it passes soon.