About Me
In May 1971, a few shepards with flock in tow, 3 wise men baring really boring gifts, (what the f#*k is myrrh anyway)various farm animals with a few cows lowing, turned up at St. Vincents Hospital in East Melbourne and in unison said "Check out the ears on the bastard!" No, it wasn't the immaculate conception, but my parents didn't think they could have kids anymore and..........bad luck, out I came. The last of 9 kids, practicing catholics who didn't believe in contraception, lucky for me. Went to school, didn't like it. As far as jobs go, I've been: A printing apprentice, mobile phone saleman, graphic artist, landscape gardener, Pre press manager, receptionist, real estate agent, pizza delivery dude, sold electricty door to door, made dog food, unloaded shipping containers, pizza maker, tennis coach, engineers asistant, painter, plougher, poofter,.....whoops not the last one. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just happen to have a tattoo above my arse that says "EXIT ONLY". (Yes I'm drunk typing this. Currently cleaning high rise windows for a living and love'n it! In my spare time I'm writing a book playing guitar, drinking, writing some songs, drinking, joined Bundura Cricket Club, drinking and occasionally I have a drink. Trying to cut down on drinking and smoking but I have friends who own a pub so......screw that. As far as the whole chic thing is concerned , I'm a total retard, which I try to be upfront about from the start. Thanks for drop'n by have a better one.Cheers & have fun - Anth
