“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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19 June 2017

CABIN FEVER ON THE INDIAN OCEAN

Cabin Fever is a thing in Margaret River soon. Like a few weeks. Maybe it's a kind of Festival thing. I asked for a flyer poster thing to lick up and stick on here for free and got a huge stack of cool alchemy stuff that I don't have time or money to edit and layout. But it seems to go something like this. Have fun!


Meanwhile, if it's cabin fever you seek, like full-bore sweat and flender, not flee, we got cabins like this on the Great Southern Ocean and the Gulf  St Vincent over my way. Just a few day's paddle round the corner to the left and straight across the The Great Australian Bight. Hit Kangaroo Island, make another sharp left ... this particular one's the massage house at Magpie Springs. No permanent moorings ... my snap:

Here's the secret logo available on Great Australian Bighters tea-towels, tee shirts, beachware and bedding (silk, linen, bamboo and yak)



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