A 'Silly Putty' teste ain't such a nutty idea

Dan, Linus and I were nattering yesterday and stumbled upon the perfect implant for my currently empty right ball bag.

Yes, 'Silly Putty' - that playful 70's fiddle and mould icon.

We reasoned that if I put a wad of the putty in my bollock sack I could then kill time when I was bored by shaping the fake teste into all manner of interesting things.

A rhino? A space helmet? A flamingo? A Lada with roofrack? A church organ? Hey, anything's possible.

Plus, if I stretch my scrote and flatten it against the pages of my favourite comic I can probably transfer a carbon copy of the said strip onto my pouch - to be read later when on the bowl.

Brilliant work, lads.

Pee

Wear for art thou? . . .

. . . in my heart, guys.

Thanks so much for the awesome hand-crafted Converse sneakers.

I am going to Scotchgard them and wear them proudly in hospital.

There are some seriously good scribbles on my new kicks - from an Adam Harriden original ($$$) to a Matt Jones doodle to a Mel White moonfest thingamy to a Swanny Fido Dido homage to a mighty Linus eight-ball icon (ironic considering) and a lick at the John Pasche-created Rolling Stones tongue logo by Jase.

To all others who lovingly doodled and noodled (and there were many, many cool stars and love hearts on board) - respect.

Special 'big ups' to Prue for cool concept direction.

Humbled.

Will post a photo of them as soon as my camera's fixed.

Pee

PS - Thanks to Adam H as well for the amazing 'create' sneakers. My daughter loves them.

Five Ways four three four fun

Thanks to the King and Queen of Five Ways (Lionel and Tess) for having me in their postcode Thursday night/Friday morning.

A great chicken pad thai.

A giggly re-run of a classic Judd Apatow flick.

Some wicked rhubarb porridge (and a Tom Williams sighting).

High five.

Pee

Sake and Socky

Was absolutely fantastic to see everyone last night - over a cranberry juice or five.

Just like old times (well, 48-days-ago times).

A bunch of us went up to Ju Ju in the X for some healthy Japanese action.

Looking around the table - Vicky, Rusty, Swan, Craigos, Chucky Charles, Gina (said 'Jyna' - evidently), Adam, Dan and Melamine White.

Great company. Great vocals (even though Karaoke was not officially being held last night - not that Dan cared).

Unfortunately, Mel had to ruin it all by singing mid-to-late-Eighties Billy Joel tripe.

Which almost smelled as bad as our unshoed feet. Hee hee.

Thanks gang for a fun first night back.

Pee

'You've got an extra empty bag, sir?'

'Yeah, but don't ask me to stick it in the overhead locker.'

It goes without saying I'm bloody excited to be heading to Sydney for two days.

But there, I've said it anyway.

As someone who travelled Trans-Tasman nearly every week for 21 months it feels a little weird to be making my first flight in some 47 days.

And a little weird not to be ripping into the free Coke and slop in the business lounge like usual.

Really looking forward to some serious hug action in William Street (the office, not the pavement outside).

I'll see some of you tonight (Wednesday). And the rest of you tomorrow morning.

Pee

I'm a Ning (Nong)

Yep.

I've started an 80's-loving music community on Ning: http://80santhems.ning.com

See you there, squares.

Pee

This sneaker will make you fast (food)

I say it every time another slammin' new sneak comes through the mail.

But this one truly has the phattest ingredients of all in my virtual foot locker.

Muchos thanks to Nai Hillier for the shoe shot and the 'heart and sole' that came packaged with it.

As Nai so aptly puts it (as she always does): "You are probably amazed at how your health and musings on your testicle(s) have dragged people out from your past".

Too true. Hee hee.

Pee

PS - I think Hamburglar must've stolen the other trainer.

Meditate good times, c'mon . . .

As you all know the three ongoing keys to my recovery are:

1. Diet
2. Positivity (creativity)
3. Meditation

The last one took me by surprise.

I always thought it was a little fluffy.

But now I'm practising the art I'm hooked.

To drift out of your body to a beautifully peaceful place for 20 minutes a day is not to be scoffed at.

It's just another wee journey of discovery in this colourful oncological pantomime I'm starring in.

Pee

C(ancer) is for Cookie

I've been on my new fandangled nutrient-laden diet for some three weeks now - fresh fruit, vegetables, grains, nuts (make all the one-teste jokes you like) soups and juices.

And my have I noticed the changes.

Apart from the obvious physical curiosities like rewired bowel movements I have an entirely new mindset when it comes to selecting food.

But even so, I still crave a naughty little treat here and there.

Amazingly I walk right past the confectionery, soft drink and bakery departments to scratch that itch.

No longer does the ubiquitous red and white Coca-Cola logo make my heart race. No more does my hand tremble when caressing the outer wrapping of a Moro Gold chocolate bar.

Nope. These days you'll find me rooting through the organic shelves looking for little pick-me-up treats that punch above their weight in terms of size versus goodness.

The other day I was stoked to find a very healthy chocolate chip goody called 'The Protein Cookie'. Looks like the real thing. Tastes like the real thing. But ain't full of sugar and shite.

This little wonder is a low carb, high protein marvel. To quote the wrapper: "The best tasting, soft, moist and moreish cookie that's low in carbs and high in protein and calcium. An excellent source of fibre, free of trans fats, wheat and gluten and preservatives. The ideal power protein snack with no added sugar" (apart from the few chocolate chips dropped in).

Bless the people that make these things. Bless.

Nothing better than one of these tasty morsels washed down with a 'Detox Juice' (carrot, apple, beetroot, ginger and celery).

It's weird that as a serial non-foodie I'm now quite obsessed with forensically finding fresh and flavoursome fare.

Hmmmm. Life outside the fluorescent aisles of a 7-Eleven is truly illuminating.

Pee

Spinning my vinyl wheels

As I spend my days building my strength ahead of my chemotherapy treatment I'm taking the opportunity to really enjoy my vinyl collection.

I took a trip to Real Groovy on Sunday to add to the stax of wax on my office floor.

I picked up the hilarious Bruce Willis 'The Return Of Bruno' album - cut in 1987 (with the mighty cover of 'Respect Yourself').

Sammy Davis Jr's 1977 concert from the Sydney Opera House.

And my super favourite . . . Olivia Newton-John's 'Greatest Hits Volume Three'.



An album jam packed with gooey goodness. How can you deny the genius of the following listing:

1. Heart Attack
2. Magic
3. Physical
4. Deeper Than The Night
5. Hopelessly Devoted To You
6. Make A Move On Me
7. Landslide
8. A Little More Love
9. You're The One That I Want (with the other 'JT')
10. Tied Up
11. Suddenly (with Cliff Richard)
12. Totally Hot
13. The Promise
14. Xanadu

And with a fold-out centrespread of Liv to top it off - mmm, heaven.

Have been giving this early 80's compilation LP a thrashing on my trusty retro red Crosley record player today.

Pee