… and in truth, the second-last, period.
Yesterday I took another lengthy train trip, down to Sutherland – which has a most delightful library (about to be re-furbished). Eleven people had booked a place, but fewer turned up. It happens, and for a variety of reasons.
My talk was videotaped for the library’s website, and I shall, in due course, embed the talk somewhere here. You will look at it and say something along the lines of “Silly old fart: what a show-off !” and grin; but it does go over well, and my audiences have never been bored. Only once have I had a sleeping member therein, and she was asleep before I’d opened my mouth !
One more to go, at Castle Hill, at the end of the month.
And then I’m going to call it quits. I’m tired.
I’m especially tired of all the commuting: I get home in a state of absolute exhaustion. Mind you, I do know that one of the goddam medications I have to take is largely responsible for my total lack of energy; but I have to take it and that’s that – I can’t not take it so as to feel more lively, and it is targeted at me because of back pain. One of the disadvantages of moving into the Senility Band …
The result of yesterday’s absence is 5,000,000 email post advices awaiting me. I don’t expect to be able to get on top of them all; but I shall do my best, moving slowly up the list.
And in that regard, as Anthony Mundine, an erstwhile rugby league player here in Sydney and subsequently a boxer of not frightfully celebrated success, was wont to say:
“I LOVE YOUSE ALL !”
Addendum: Amanda of Something to Ponder About has made an extremely salient point: ’twas not Anthony Mundine at all, but Jeff Fenech (who was never a rugby league player) ! This will seem astoundingly unimportant to non-Aussies; but to us it isn’t, as we really should know the correct sources of all the worst Aussie utterances ever made|heard.