The Continuing Adventures Of Your Own Personal Jesus

We did the holiday thing a short while ago, ended up in Melbourne where we caught the most amazing gig on New Years Eve - more on that later.  On the way we went through Bendigo and off to Kelly Country and Murchison, the latter was to seek out the long forgotten WWII German/Italian P.O.W. camps, long forgotten and sadly long gone.  There's not much there to see and what remains is either covered by long grass or crumbling into oblivion.  Still, as is my wont, where I go my camera goes with me, and I have a tendency to take as many photos as I can.  The joys of a digital camera means I can snap as many photos as my little heart desires.  If they're no good then I can delete them there and then, the rest come with me.  Brilliant!  Digital cameras have made my life a joy really. Travelling can be both tiresome and interesting.  Driving isn't something I enjoy doing non-stop in the heat of the day, and Australian summers are damn hot indeed....

And he's rooted a few of them in his time too.  However Wussel Bwand's marriage to Katy Perry hasn't lasted all that long, but at least it lasted longer than Sinead O'Conner's last effort, which, by all accounts, lasted just long enough for Sinead to win custody of the wedding cake.  I always expect these so called 'celebrity' marriages do fall to pieces shortly after they're entered into and this was no exception.  I've always thought that Brand was about as heavyweight as a hot air balloon, and Perry, singer of crap songs and peddler of zit cream, isn't much better.  In fact, they appear to be perfectly matched when you look at it - the bland meets the vapid.  You work out which one is which. As it is Brand, who is 'working' on his new book, My Divorcy Worcy by slurring at some poor hack, has done the filing in court, and here it is.  Poor Kathryn Hudson, she's now going to be single and back to kissing girls.  Perhaps she can...