the howie

Happy Birthday Ty

This photo is my present to you.

Dear Beth,

You haven’t commented on my blog for while.

Love,
Howie

I have been thinking about death a bit lately and i’m really not looking forward to some of my family members dying. No one in my family or extended family has died since i have been alive. But the next few years look to change that.

shame.

I dont like death. I dont want to cry.

Gerry Thomas died yesterday.

One of the worlds greatest men. A man who pioneered the life we now take for granted. The man who has kept young single men alive for decades.

Gerry Thomas is the man who invented TV dinners.

In a moment of moarning and celrbtation of a great man. Tom and i ventured out to purchase a tv dinner, to honnor a great man who had a great plan.

Paul Hester is dead.

He’s the drummer from Split Enz and Crowded house.
Crowded house is my favourite band of all time, Paul Hester is my favourite drummer of all time. He just seemed like such a nice guy.

Its really sad, looks like he took his own life.

I would like to celebrate the great drummer that he was in all the bads he played in, and oh how much I liked his tv show “Hessies shed” .
Now he’s gone.

Sad day for Australian music.

“hey now, hey now, dont dream it’s over”

I dont understand why.

But thanks mate, I love you

welcome to 05 !!!

tonight.

train to wynyard at 3pm
Arrived Observitory hill 3:50pm
Sat around, read a book, listened to music.
Went to coles express got some jatz and wafer biscuites and power ade.
came back to the hill.
chatted to people.
watched 9pm fireworks.
had a nap.
woken up by drunk guy pouring bourben and coke in my ear.then shaking me.
had a chat to him.
his mates had a chat to me.
he came back tried to set me up with helen.
i beat the following in arm wresstles….jem, helen, Guin and Matrin.
Watched the midnight fireworks.
joined the crowds at wynyars station.
got turned away from wynyard.
crowd walked to town hall in the midde of george street.
got a nightride bus home (so smart it was not packed at all…silly people catching trains)
fun on bus.
now home.

it was a fun night.
i really love fireworks.
and the company was great too.

now its sleep time for howie

damn that disco ball is ugly!

Its always sad when people hang up their blogging boots.

Bye Bye Jo’s Random.

Thanks for the great blogging time you gave us.

Well here we are at the airport, blogging from the free internet stations. Me jo and Tom

David is gone…..

Gonna miss that boy.

we did get krispy kreme though!!!!!

On the way home last night at Hornsby station I was spinning the green franklin Frisbee on my finger and it slipped off and fell down between the station and the train, just like that the little guy is gone, slipped from my fingers like melting butter, he’s gone.
As of yet I have not received any condolences from cityrail

Death is strange, very strange.
No one in my family had died since I have been alive so I have never really experienced death close to me, but since living with the French’s there have been 2 deaths, Joy last year and earlier tonight Ian (toms grandpa). Neither of the two was a very close too or knew all that well so it’s still not a really close death, but its close enough.

I only met gramps a smallish number of times, but you could tell that he was such a nice humble man. He is a cute old man. Every time I saw him he was always wearing one of two jumpers either a red knit or a light bluey grey knit. And often made jokes about me and tom being big strong lads. A very tidy man, he’s a lot like john, I reckon john is most like his dad than all the other siblings. I don’t really know what to say about him, but I liked him. I’m not a relative but still last Christmas gramps and betty gave me a Christmas present and treat me as if I am part of the family its very nice and warm, all the french’s are like that. He’s also mister no fuss, hates people fussing about him and making a fluster, I really like that. When I turn into an old man he’s defiantly the sort of old man I want to be, I don’t think it will happen I think I’m much more likely to become one of the old guys off the muppets, the ones that sit up in the box and complain a lot and make rude comments. But you get that.

Having had these two deaths in the past year has made me think about my Nan much more, she is getting really old and frail and the thought of her dying really scares me, I don’t know if it’s the thought that she will be gone or the thought of having to deal with her death that’s more scary. Me and my Nan are real close, I don’t want her to die, and I think I have this perception that she never will, it doesn’t matter how many years go by I can always go up to Armidale and there she will be knitting in the chair, making rude comments to me and being cheeky. She loves telling me that she is gonna give me 50 cents for my birthday, she has been using that gag for years but I love it.
Death is strange, very strange.