Tannic Teeth

Unless you have lived your life in a cave chances are you would have danced to a Michael Jackson song in your youth. Like him or not, but Micheal Jackson was the undisputed King of Pop. He was a great entertainer, music producer and trail blazer of the 1980s.

Now I’m not an 80s revivalist, but his music (which I believed peaked in the 80s) was a defining moment of the last century. It’s sad to hear of the sudden passing of this great star.

Michael (although you dangled infants out of hotel room windows, did questionable things with young boys, spent ridiculous amounts of money on facial surgery, changed your skin colour, lived in a theme park, had a chimp as a pet and did questionable things to it, married the King of Rock’s daughter, named your children ‘Princes’, wore a particulate mask in public, pretend to sleep in a hyperbaric chamber and grabbed your crotch mid-dance), you will be missed.

Life certainly has its way of instructing.

At some point in life you’ll learn to control your anger, and perhaps not bust out over road-rage. Or overcome low self esteem and view youself for the true potential that you are.

To find your perfect match in a partner is one of my life’s lessons.

And when I say perfect match I do mean it.

Perfectly complimentary.

She’s got personality, she’s got quirk, and she’s got the radiant aura and eyes that glow like miniature galaxies.

We get along like a house on fire that’s made of pure magnesium.

We both ‘get’ each other in shameless humanity. But as always things are never so easy. Life will instruct. Things are never this easy.

The lesson? Patience.

She’s 6000 kilometres away in Brisbane. She was over here to see me for just 12 days.

They flittered by. Days melted into the next which were dissected with rolls of film.

And it’s that which I rely on to get through the next 6 months before seeing her again.

Till then. It’s one day at a time.

One of the greatest things about showing someone around your city is you get a chance to view things from a fresh(er) perspective.

Fremantle was revived in the old terraces and quirky shops.

The chilly spikes of morning eased to the rounded lull of a winter sun.

Beer and Kangaroo under an olive tree with great company.

But it’s only going to be for a nine more days, I feel too guilty being a tourist in my own town.

Welcome to Sandgrouper land, Banana-Bender.

I hope you enjoy your stay.