I Blame My Father

Why on Earth did I decide to write a blog? Many reasons I guess.

For a hobby; in fact writing has been a bit of a hobby for me for years. My wife, Pipi, actually suggested I start a blog years ago and I tried but failed due to laziness, or was it ignorance...

Out of boredom; I have been unemployed for fifteen weeks now and just got turned down for a job that should have been mine! Mine dammit! Those fools don’t know what they’ve done, I was perfect for that job and their company will suffer without me… I hope.

Because I didn’t really like Marieke Hardy; since returning to Australia I’ve become a bit of a fan of the First Tuesday Book Club on the ABC TV, and after viewing a number of episodes came to the (irrational) conclusion that Marieke doesn’t like anything that hasn’t got classic printed near its title and it pissed me off. However, driven by an uncharacteristic flash of chauvinism, I was intrigued by those damn sexy stockings she always wears and had to know more, thus, 3 years after the fact, I discovered her blog Reasons You Will Hate Me. What a great read! Ms Fits gave me that little nudge of influence I needed to see how I might go about doing my own blog. I love her.

So I wouldn’t drive Pipi mad with my rants and tirades about my father; (there it is... therapy) we are refugees of the March 11 earthquake in Japan, we returned to Australia prematurely, broke, carless, jobless and, after 15 weeks of unemployment, running a little short on hope, though admittedly thanks to the wonderful support of my parents we have little to worry about. It has however been about 15 years since I’ve lived with my folks, ten since I’ve had more to do with them beyond the odd phone call here and there. Now I’ve discovered Dad's (?) possibly become more of a bastard to live with in his old age. To make matters worse he is, as ever, in his own way, a kind, generous, caring and friendly old bugger. So...

... why blame my father…? I blame Freud…