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  • Cordite #16

    Happy New Year to all our readers, and what better way to kick out the jams than with a fresh batch of poems – Search Poems, to be exact. Cordite’s very pleased to present, in conjunction with the Poetry Espresso mailing list, this selection of poems (our sixteenth issue, and our tenth online), written using…

  • I know that there’s a lot of trouble in this world, and a lot of people are under a great deal of stress, but sometimes I wonder why everyone has to be so tetchy with me all the time, especially during the festive season, which I love. I was receiving a tutorial in flute-playing from…

  • Until last night, I had never been inside a hospital for humans. Unfortunatetly for me, there was no other option available when I came down with a serious case of food poisoning over the weekend. There is a veterinary surgery at Camp Davey but our vet, Pixel Mouse, is currently away on holidays, while Stung…

  • Davey, I don’t feel well this morning. I know you said not to over-indulge in Christmas ham but how could I help it? The ham-bone was glazed with some delightful honey and cinnamon, which I licked off to my heart’s content. Then what could I do but eat the whole ham, bone and all? I…

  • Now that I am coming to grips with the English language, I am at last in a position to say that my favourite word is “hamper”. Now, I hope you all know what hamper means – for me, anyway, it means oodles of ham, lashings of cream and piles of neenish tarts, which I love.…

  • Did I mention that I am beginning to get very very excited about Christmas? Christmas is my favourite time of the year, because this is when I get to open all the presents that Davey’s fans send him. He is so lucky. He gets presents from all over the world! Like the Goulburn Valley, Greenland,…

  • Resting

    Hello to my many fans around the world. Today I have done very little, as I am resting in preparation for Davey’s massive Christmas party. This is very exciting for me. He has promised me my very own ham bone. I may well be the only carniverous llama in the world. I know what carniverous…

  • Hello, my name is Scaramouche. Welcome to my world. My master Davey Dreamnation has set up this special blog for me, so that I can share with you my inner thoughts and meditations. I have often wished to express myself through words but as I cannot speak, I have felt very frustrated up until now.…

  • ho chi minh city motorcycle touts in wait around the corner hello where you from give me all your aussie coins for my collection non-touristique trek departing soon or later same same but different yesterday’s papers in the streets of vietnam matthew hayden’s runs satellite tv in nha trang it’s not working in hoi an,…

  • My name is not Michael Caine but I may well be the next best thing. Namely, a person who has stayed in the same hostel in Hoi An as Michael Caine did during the filming of The Quiet American. Very Chinese, dark wood walls, floors and ceilings. Very nice, and how’s your father. ‘Allo. Thankfully…

  • For the first time in my life, i’m actually enjoying muzac. It hit me as soon as we got to Ho Chi Minh City – in our room, piped saxophone renditions of some of the greatest songs of all time (you fill in the blanks). The further we have got into this crazy trip, the…

  • Ho Chi Minh City contains over 3 million motorbikes and boy, does that make crossing the road an adventure! Like a scene from futuristic movie Tron, bikes come at you from all angles, like packets of unsprawled information at breakneck speed. The trick, they say, is to simply step into this seething mass of metal…

  • Ho Chi Minh City. Where the air is hot and sticky like freshly cut pineapples. As in the scene from LA Story where Steve Martin goes to the ATM only to hand over his withdrawal to a mugger, we couldn’t resist the chance to get ripped off by a ciclo driver at the earliest opportunity.…

  • Here we are in Ikebukuro, one of the sleaziest parts of Tokyo, killing time before we catch the train to the airport and head off for Vietnam on the second part of our Truly Asia tour, in search of Yam Yam and his/her Pangs. Tokyo is very exhausting, but if you can figure out the…

  • We just had the most extreme yakitori experience in Ikebukuro, pole position next to the master of his domain, a chef whose power animal must be either a small agile bear or a racoon (actually, I’d rather liken him to a crouching tiger). Japanese restaurants break so many OHS and union regulations, it is a…