A-mazing...

 There’s this dude that exercises every morning on the Cairns Esplanade. When I say exercise, it’s that he walks around in circles within circles and then detours off to a wonky square before dancing backwards down the boardwalk. The things you see at 5:30am. Anyway, he wears enormous headphones that have to be from the 1970’s and sings at the top of his lungs. Badly. Really, really badly. I know bad singing. I excel at being atrocious at it. But, in saying that he’s really into belting out whatever the hell song he is singing. It could be rock. It may be punk. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was opera on speed. It just could be the alphabet backwards. Anyhow, I can’t fault him – but for the headphones – because I also sound a-mazing when I sing along with Pink.

Actually I expect any day now Pink will call me up as a backing singer.    

It could happen...

Day two on the road...

Long stretch today – Bundy to Mackay. It’s 8 and a bit hours. I plan to sing along to the sundry shopping bag of CDs I have thrown together to play. Not sure how Patrick, my car, will deal with 8 continous hours of me singing. I’ve also decided in lieu of my birthday I shall blow another $30 and stay in a 4 star motel. What the hell. I’m worth it.

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