Sunday, March 25, 2012

Another Post About Nothing

I'm now three quarters of the way through my time here.  Not much has happened here, save for a crapload of rain, so I'm essentially putting finger to keyboard for forms sake and so that Missus Walker doesn't shout at me.  The weeks are kind of begining to mush together in a big banananie blur.  Two Italian guys have joined us on the farm.  At the moment they are very clean and scrubbed looking.  It will be interesting to see what they look like after a few weeks.  Fitch, our resident Frenchman, went to Melbourne last week for the gand prix.  Amazingly he returned after a few days to work a further two weeks.  Encouragingly he seems taken with the place, so much so that he's changed his plans so that he returns there next week, rather than to Brisbane.

He will also be taking the caravan's xbox with him when he goes (He's quite fond of saying "I like X-box and weed", which - as mottos go - may not be very catchy, but is incredibly to the point accurate).  This doesn't bother me as, although I do play computer games occassionally, The  Further Adventures of Anonymous Man with a Gun has never really captured my imagination.  For Bob however this has given him a deadline to collect all available achievements or bonuses or something similar.  If he manages it in time Ronald McDonald will come to the caravan in person and give hime a free burger and a big sloppy kiss.  My fingers are crossed for him.

In the next week our Rosie and me dad should be landing in this hemisphere on holibobs.  Hopefully I should be able to meet up with them.  Also it was my brother Josh's birthday a little while back.  He used to be my little brother, but has elected to skip his twenties and go straight on to his thirties.  Happy birthday, old man.
Here is a picture of some shoes with Justin Bieber's face on them:


Love and Fishes

Dave Denton

Thursday, March 22, 2012

50 Things I Now Know About Bananas

1)  Each banana tree only produces a single bunch of bananas that can weigh up to 120kg.
2) There are actually many different types of banana, such as Cavendish, Lady Finger and Jersey Royal.
3)  You can make wine from bananas, which sounds utterly disgusting.
4)  Despite what I was told as a teenager, smoking dried banana skins does precisely bot all in terms of getting you high.  You would get more of a buzz from licking an empty paracetamol bottle.
5)  There has never, ever, ever been an EU directive dictating how curved bananas should be, despite what The Sun says.
6)  "Banana" is Cockney rhyming slang for diarrhea:  banana = banana splits = raging shits
7)  Bananas were originally purple, but were selectively bred to acquire their yellow skin by Wilhelm von Rumpledink, Stadtholder of Freisland, who was a Norwich City fan.
8)   Bananas are invisible, but only when nobody is looking at them.
9)   If you take a banana and two apples, you can use it to make the shape of a smiley face.
10)  You can also use a banana and two apples to make the shape of other things - and if you thought of those first, shame on you.
11)  Banana skins, ironically, are a key ingredient in most adhesives..
12)  It is physically impossible to feel depressed when holding a banana.
13)  Most, but not all, bananas are bigger on the inside than the outside.
14)  The last person able to spell the word banana was Fred Tupple from Merthyr Tydfill, who died in 1985.
15)  If you are really, really quiet on a night, maybe - just maybe - you can hear the mournful singing of the bananas.
16)  The first banana came from Papua New Guinea.  This doesn't stop most modern bananas claiming they are Irish.
17)  In 2008 US citizens ate approximately 300 tons of frozen bananas.  By way of contrast, over the same period only 9 tons of bread products were consumed.
18)  Bananaman, the Dandy comic strip about a boy who turns into a superhero  when he eats a banana - is the best thing created by anyone ever.  This has been proven by science.
19)  A banana leaf makes a very serviceable umbrella, if you ever find yourself stuck in a field in Queensland, in the pissing down rain, wondering where your life went wrong.
20)  In an emergency, bank robbers have been known to use a banana in place of a gun.
21)  It is physically impossible to eat a banana in the dark.
22)  Numerous predators can be found living in a banana tree, such as the banana spider and the banana snake.  Most feared of all, however, is the banana shark.
23)  Luckily the banana shark is not particularly fast on land, averaging speeds of 0mph.  Therefore, if you survive its initial  lunge you can just poke it with a stick till it dies of shame.
24)  The first recorded incident of someone slipping on a banana skin was  a Barnaby Knowles in Jamica in 1791.  He hit his head and later died of his injuries
25)  The first European to see a banana was Captain Dominique Beaufrite, who immediately stuck a flag in it and claimed it for France.
26)  Former Soviet premier Nikkita Krushchev refused to believe in the existence of bananas until his death in 1971, believing the to be a "capitalist chimera"
27) Something involving Chuck Norris
28)  During prohibition in the US, bananas were also outlawed.  The fact that nobody set up illegal banana bootrunning operation tells us quite a lot about the human condition.
29)  It's perhaps not surprising to hear that actor Antonio Banderas is a fan of bananas, especially when you consider his name is an anagram of "Mmm! Tasty yellow fruit."
30) If you say the word "banana" into a mirror five times absoloutley nothing will happen to you.
31) Only a banana can kill another banana.
32)  The banana is the world's third most popular fruit, behind the kumquat and spanish nectarine.
33)  78% of men find the sight of a woman eating a banana to be deeply erotic.  This is because men are truly pathetic creatures.
34)  Bananas are referred to several times in the Bible, though only by the name "squishy longfruit".
35)  Making inane and pointless lists about bananas is one of the top ten signs that you have far too much time on your hands.
36)  Despite being curved, you cannot throw a banana like a boomerang.
37)  Nobody actually likes bananas, but we all pretend we do in an effort to fit in.
38)  An empty banana skin can be used in an emergency to make a little hat.
39)  The South Georgia penguin has a unique mating ritual, wherein the male will present the female with a freshly picked banana.  As there are no bananas in the South Georgia islands, the entire breed became extinct decades ago.
40) The average banana is the size of a family saloon car.  The ones you buy in the supermarket only seem smaller because you are looking at them from far away.
41)  Bananas are completely waterproof, which is fitting as if you squint and turn the lights down really low they look a tiny, tiny bit like a little submarine.
42)  All baby bananas hope one day to grow up to be a watermelon.
43)  Certain fish and chip shops in Britain will deep fat fry a banana for you if you ask nicely and really, really want heart disease.
44)  A ton of bananas weighs twice as much as a ton of pomegranates
45)  Of all the fruits in the world the banana is, by far, the most arrogant.
46) 30% of people, having read fact 30, will have immediately given it a go.
47) 89% of people, having read the above fact, will have scrolled back up to number 30 to check what it was again.
48)  The importation of bananas was made illegal by the Turkmenstani government in 1999.  Nobody in the outside world cared.
49)  Despite being used for racist prop comedy by British football hooligans, bananas themselves are pretty non judgemental.
50)  Except for Mexicans.  Bananas fucking hate Mexicans.

Love and Fishes

Dave Denton

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Pogue Mahone

I'm currently writing this from a half empty caravan - total population me, Bob and a Canadian lad named Cameron..  The reason for this is that almost everybody else has gone down into Cairns to celebrate everybody's favourite snake botherer, Saint Patrick.  For some reason, up here in the tablelands the Irish are the most common foreign nationality you're likely to come across and people have been looking forward to this like prisoners serving a life sentence waiting for a conjugal visit. I've elected not to follow them for the following reasons.

1) I'm not Irish.
2) I distrust any holiday which dictates that I go get drunk (see also, new years eve) as the night almost always end up as a damp squib.
3) If I go down Cairns I don't think I'll return.
4) I'm boring.

They decided to mix things up at work this week and have had us tying bags to the bananas that are ripening on the trees.  Normally this is done atop a super duper woofinexing machine that you drives you along the rows and moves you up and down the trees.  However, as we are pommy, back packing scum, we were instead given a step ladder and a bin bag to protect us from the rain.  As far as jobs go it's alright and is at least a change to the normal scheduule.  It is also like doing a step aerobics class for eight hours.

Still getting used to my newly shaved bonce.  I went out in the sun for ten minutes last week and managed to burn my lily white, naked skull.  The latter part of the week has therefore consisted of me indulging in the surprisingly diverting past time of peeling dead skin off my head.  One of my eyes also went a fetching shade of pink as it wasn't producing enough tears.  This may be because (*he looks out over the horizon and his voice becomes choked with regrets and memories*) I have cried enough tears for two lifetimes, or may be because my last job on the farm involved me getting squirted in the eye with diesel a dozen time a day.

I would like to take this opportunity - with my flaky scalp, my gammy eye, my trousers held up with a bit of twine and my distinctive aroma of sweat and kerosene - to remind all the laydeez out there that I'm curently single.

Play your cards right and you could  be on this.










 Love and Fishes

Dave Denton

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Captain Space Monkey.

Congratulations to me.  I have been in this caravan with eight hairy men and their feet for six weeks now and I have yet to break down in tears, run away under the cover of darkness or scream, cover myself in mayonaise and assault somebody with a broom.  I have perfected the art of zoning out - my mind detaching itself from the withered husk of my body and floating away to different places, times and dimensions.  If anybody talks to me, I smile vacantly - a line of drool drip, drip dripping down my unshaven chin. Bob maintains his sanity though a combination of internet, X box, low level grumbling and almost obsesively counting down the hours/day/minutes till we can say tatty bye to our employer.

Despite my fradulent posting last week - I've yet to be eaten by a snake or some other nasty.  This is more of an achievement than it sounds as the slithery little buggers are quite prevalent up here.  There was a brief kerfuffle when one got into the caravan last week.  It wasn't a taipan or brown - which are both, as far as I understand it, lethal - but if it had bitten any of us it would certainly have ended with a very protracted and unpleasant hospital visit.  In the end we drove it out with boiling water and one of the guys cut off it's head - which perhaps sounds harsh, but the one piece of advice you will recieve from everybody up here is that you don't want to piss around with these buggers.  There was alsoanother snake based incident when  a brown snake had a go at me out in the field after I had the temerity to drop a leaf on its head.  I let out a girly squeak and did a sortt of awkward dance around it.  Thankfully it didn't press the issue and slithered on its way, probably muttering to itself in parsel tongue or whatever.  It occurs to me that, given my somewhat blundering nature and not entirely baseless reputation for bad luck, that with a long enough timeline it is almost certain that I am going to be bitten by something truly nasty.  If that happens I want to make it known here and now that I wish to be buried at sea.


I moan, but there are a few advantages to my current situation.  I've certainly lost a fair bit of weight  (approximately one and a half stone since I first left - and I was hardly a porker to begin with).  It also gives me the opportunity to do things I wouldn't normally when in society, either due to time constraints or fear of the cruel, judgemental glares of society.  I'm currently reading Catch 22 and this morning - in a move partly the result of practicallity and partly the result of enui - I shaved my head.  For pretty much my entire adult life I've worn my hair quite long, think of the bassist in a mid levek indie rock band and you'll get the general idea, so this is quite a departure for me.

Me, all sexy and that.
I'm still getting used to it.  And not just the way it looks, but the way it feels.  Seriously.  How do bald people wear hats.  It just feels wierd.  That said, I've definitely had worse hair cuts in my time.  I was also surprised to find that the new, aerodynamic me looks a bit like my brother Josh, so maybe I'm not the milkman's son after all. 

So there you go.  Come do agricultural work in the Atherton Tablelands.  You'll be so bored you'll shave you head.
  
Before I go, had a dream the other week.  In it I was showing a girl Durham so she could make an appointment on time.  I didn't know the girl, but as I showed her round it became apparent that she was not only attractive, but incredibly clever, howlingly funny and that I was somewhat besotted with her.  I only mention this for two reasons. Number one - this is the first dream I've had since November that hasn't been deeply unpleasant and upsetting, so it hopefully marks some sort of return to a degree of psychic wellness.  Number two - I distinctly remember a song playing in the dream, which has now been lodged in my head for over a week now.  I'm now going to inflict it on you.


Love and Fishes

Dave Denton

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Apologies

Sorry about the lack of an update on Sunday.  I have been eaten by a snake.  A big one.  I will get back to you as soon as possible.

Love and Fishes

Dave Denton