So Kristina is gone, not unjustly but there’s some sadness there. And Ricky Ponting too. It is easier to like them both now they aren’t in charge of anything.
Sometimes I have this moment, walking down the street, sitting on a step, watching the box, wherever and it is like: James Freud is dead. Fuck me. Paul Hester is dead.
And there’s nothing I can do with that. It’s just true. I am no longer able to claim actually being alive as being a big thing I have in common with them. It might be a very important thing, sometimes it seems the only important thing.
I heard a fair bit about a new “us” on election night, but that “us” didn’t include me, didn’t include the people I love, jesus it didn’t even include Kerry O’Brien. So we know what that is about. Shit, wasn’t Howard enough?
A new us for a new morning (changing weather). But James Freud and Paul Hester are still dead. I am not dead. The people around me are not dead. I shall stick with them.
It is shocking when you are loved, really makes you not want to be dead.