I had a face, an address, and a name but nothing concrete to tie whoever the fuck this was to Simone apart from anecdotal 'maybes'. She was still denying flatly she was seeing anyone (I asked that question so many time in many different ways and, quickly losing patience with my interrogation she clammed up. … Continue reading David from work…
Category: Scott Base
broken 2…
another relationship bites the dust : this time not my failure!
broken…
So I jumped into a future that was uncertain and cloaked in lies. No 'chute or safety net to speak of apart from good friends far and away supporting me gently (but warily) as my life collapsed. Given the timely opportunity to come back home on a charter military flight (funnelling US military out of … Continue reading broken…
Porridge …
Welcome back to reality, motherf@cker! It's expensive! (Warning - the following contains a LOT of 'I" statements cos I'm too lazy to write properly at the moment and my thoughts are still a bit wobbly from what I'm hoping is T3 and not early onset dementia.) Yes I'm home, or at least closer to home … Continue reading Porridge …
gone baby, gone…
So it's 'Take 3' tomorrow morning for myself and the Scott Base crew's 9am C17 flight to Antarctica, courtesy of the good ole USAF. We were supposed to leave Friday, then Saturday, then Sunday...weather delays are part of the fun (unfortunately). Disinfected buses collect us from our managed isolation facility at 6m and will shuttle … Continue reading gone baby, gone…
exodus…
After 5 months of stress, anxiety and dislocation with uncertainty and isolation my bedfellows every sleepless night since March, I'm finally on my way out of the dumpster fire that is Australia 2020. Unfortunately not on a ship (so the Exodus analogy ends here) but rather a grumpy and sour Qantas flight to Sydney and … Continue reading exodus…
Man Down! 