Backstage at The Beat Goes On


The opening night of The Beat Goes On at the Don Russell Performing Arts Centre in Gosnells.

The cast relax backstage.

Feeling the Pressure

Ok, so I am not the world's most healthy individual, but when you go to the doctors you don't want the worried look.

The look I am referring to is the one where they check something 4 times and keep getting a result which suggests that you should be 'getting your affairs in order' rather than wasting time in futile attempts to fend off the inevitable.

The results in question were 4 blood pressure tests averaging 166/111 with a pulse of 66. Apparently not good.

Apparently stroke territory.

So I bought a machine (first instinct is to get another gadget) and it seems as if my machine is a bit more positive than Dr. Deaths.

So as I sit waiting for a battery of tests, I am hoping that my blood vessels are not about to explode and rather my GP's gadget needs a bit of attention.

If this is my last post, you'll know who was right.

Steph and Jonathan Salsa Dancing at the CBH

Theo helps Sinéad to make a ripple.

Drinking at the Cottesloe Beach Hotel

After bumping out from the Camelot Theatre for the production of The Beat Goes On, the director and cast relax over a beverage.

The Concubine and the Shanghai Room

I Y Penis

Sometimes when your children need a lesson, like 'always apply sunblock before you leave the house' it's best to let them learn themselves.


This is what can happen when their 'friends' apply said sunblock.


Ouch & embarrassing.

Rolex Sea Dweller - Pro Hunter - NATO Strap

Wiping my Arse on a Labrador

Is it only me, or does anyone else feel slightly weird wiping their bums with little pictures of Labrador puppies wearing flippers, snorkel and a diving mask?

Seriously - what were they smoking when they came up with this idea?