I have just spent three days up in the Gold Coast in Queensland. For those who haven’t been, it is an area full of high rise hotels and apartments overlooking golden coastline as far as the eye can see. It sums up the great and the tacky about Australia. Beautiful beaches and people, mixed with outrageous commercial properties and nightlife. There are water parks and rollercoaster’s twenty minutes drive away. There are nightclubs and casinos for the discerning gentlemen and ladies of the night. There is surf and sun and swimming pools for those who want to just want to chill.
My status is constantly changing. In my world of abstinence I am in consistent flux, vacillating between die hard progressive thought and a dull and mindless torpor. In essence I am pretty happy with the way I am without drinking. But there is always a little nagging “what if” lurking away in the background. On one side the hyper scientist who has maybe uncovered the meaning of the Universe, on the other the deadened whore, who is unbuttoning the pants of an overweight stinking man.