The Story of My Life

A friend of mine said to me not so long ago, after we’d been reflecting on things we’d done throughout our lives, that my history would make interesting reading.  I don’t know about that; all I can do is put it out there and let people make up their own minds.  If nothing else, what follows here is a record for my kin and kindred of what their somewhat eccentric forebear was all about.  Or maybe not.  Maybe writing down the story means something, maybe not: maybe it’s important, maybe not.  It is to me.

An ongoing personal history.

Part 1: Fire Damage

Part 2: Almost a Burial 

Part 3: Rude Awakenings

Part 4: Flight of Fancy

Part 5: Down and Out in Sydney and Melbourne

Part 6: Drug History

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