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    Weekly Catch Up!

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    I've had a relatively quiet few weeks, even by Australia's standards. After two years living in Perth, I am still getting used to the laid back vibe down under. In the past I would have run back to the bright lights of London in a heart beat, today, I am happy to take it easy and enjoy the fruits of my labour.

    ​Of course, I still have a connection to Britain; my Father and friends are still there, and I keep in contact as much as I can. I also still have great affection to my birth town of Portsmouth, where I also lived for four years, before moving to Perth.


    ​My love to this great naval city has been immortalised by local Portsmouth artist, Hannah Marsh, who I commissioned to create a watercolour painting, of a public house, close to my heart. I worked at The Newcome Arms for three years, even during the pandemic, and the love of the place, and the customers I served, was enough for me to have this special memory created. When you live on the other side of the World, it is important to surround yourself with reminders of the past, it makes the transition period so much easier.
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    I was lucky enough to be able to spend time, with my old colleagues over the last couple of weeks, in the shop where I began my journey in Australia. It was fantastic to catch up with them for a few days, as they prepared for the new opportunities ahead. Returning to my old work place was a genuinely happy experience. I still work within the same parent company, and I am continually impressed by the culture they foster. Not since I worked for Tesco, have I felt more comfortable in a position I love. Like Tesco, they have created a very inclusive environment; this is extremely important for such a large company, and speaks volumes for those who work there. For a gay man like me, feeling accepted is a huge thing, and I am grateful for having a wonderful place to work!
    More memories of home, as I received a Lego set depicting a red London telephone box. A reminder of my childhood right there. As a kid, I remember phoning friends in the telephone box at the end of our street. In a time before mobile phones, this was where I stayed in touch with mates from school. Armed with a pocket full of two pence pieces, I would spend time, chatting away, unaware of a queue forming outside, waiting to do the same. This was also a place where I could smoke a cigarette in peace, and drink a bottle of coke from the local shop. Both things forbidden by Mum and Dad.

    The red telephone box now has pride of place in my dining room and always makes me smile as I walk past!
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    Of course, it wouldn't be Australia, without a quick mention of the weather. This last week has been dominated by a heatwave, here in the west of the country. Temperatures soared to a high of 45 and remained high for almost seven days. Luckily for me, working in an air-conditioned building, it isn't too much of an issue. For Darrell however, working in a workshop, things are very different — He hasn't been enjoying it, not one bit!

    I love the heat and really don't complain about it at all. I was forever complaining about the cold in the UK and also during the winter in Perth, but the heat doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I am already looking at holidays in tropical Asia, when winter returns — probably a short break in July.

    This time we are looking at either seven days in Bali or back to our favourite destination of Thailand. I don't want to take a long ten-hour flight like last time, preferring not to contract another infection on the way home, unlike the last two times we travelled abroad.

    For now, I am happy enough to enjoy the sun, even though I am too tight to turn on the air conditioner. Rather like central heating, the costs of running such a system can be high. Even though electricity costs are a third of what they are in the UK, I am still very frugal with money, which is testament to my time living in Spain and the simple life I enjoyed.
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    ... And with the heat, comes spiders. This week I have caught a couple of Redbacks and a father large huntsman in my letter box outside. I am, of course, no fan of these pests, but I am gradually getting used to them. Today, I keep my wits about me, and I am fully versed in where these horrible things live. Yesterday I made Darrell hose down the washing line outside, another home from home for our Redback friends. As long as I am aware of these arachnids, I am happy to live alongside them. As with everything in Australia, it's about having respect for the surrounding wildlife!

    Another hot week beckons in Perth, probably the hottest state in Australia, and I am looking forward to more of the same. Summers are long in Australia, so I am in my element most of the time. A friend asked me just the other day, when am I coming home to visit… My answer, 'not anytime soon!' Today I am happier than I've ever been, and the UK is fast becoming a distant memory and not a place I want to visit anytime soon — until then, I am happy to carry on forging a new, productive life down under and enjoying everything this state has to offer. When the time is right, I will go back home, creating more memories to bring back with me!
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    Smoking - Addicted from an early age!

    A few farewell drinks for a colleague, has brought back memories of a rebellious teenagehood and surviving in an ever-evolving World. So much has changed since that first cigarette aged thirteen, in the old pig sty, in the forest, at the end of Fareham Park Road; I can barely remember, why I began smoking in the first place. Whatever the reasons, it became such a big part of my life, that it will likely affect me until the day I die.

    It's funny to think, that a small white stick, that I believed to be an innocent tool to relieve anxiety, was in fact a highly addictive, poisonous vice, that I should have never taken up in the first place. Of course, I am the only person to blame for that; I was the one who started thirty-three years of smoking, and I was the only one who could stop it.

    One of my biggest regrets in life, was starting to smoke in the first place, but without It, I wouldn't have met the people I did, socialised with confidence, and enjoyed the perceived freedom it gave me. That cigarette did initially represent my rebellious nature, and a desire to act in a way my parents disapproved of; in the end, however, it became a millstone, and a catalyst for the health anxiety I suffer with today.

    ​I do wish I had never started my love affair with the dreaded cancer stick, but I did — it is a part of who I am, and I can't change that. Like most things I did in life, I have no regrets; if I hadn't taken up smoking, I probably would have led a very different life. The lifestyle choices I made as I grew up, went to college and university, are a direct response to my love of smoking. Yes it was love at first puff and here began the story of my life.

    First and foremost, I smoked to relieve the pressure of school, while I came to terms with my sexuality. At the time, the dreaded Section 28, prevented me from seeking help and advice, whilst coming to terms with my emerging homosexuality, and anything that helped me relax was welcome. Cigarettes allowed me to take my mind off a highly stressful period, dominated by the AIDS epidemic and my own fears for the future.

    From dance clubs in the 90s, after parties with new friends, long smoke filled flights with my partner to Australia (Well it was the 90s), cigarettes were there in my man bag, as a crutch to get me through the trauma of life. Despite the health implications, that I became aware of, the older I got, I continued to smoke more cigarettes, up to eighty a day at one stage. At thirty years old, I was a walking heart attack and I longed for the day, I could finally stub out my last fag.

    Well to cut a long story short, today I am smoke-free since 2018, and will never again let another cigarette cross my lips. After thirty plus years of smoking, I know the damage I have caused, and the future implications of my actions, but for now, I am healthy enough and able to live a full life. My advice to anyone still smoking, is give up. Anything Governments can do to prevent people from smoking or vaping in the first place, is welcome. Eventually there needs to be a ban, so no one again has to suffer the pain of disease through smoking. Anything we can do to hurry that process along is welcome — rather than ignoring the facts around smoking related disease, we should educate ourselves, and finally, bin the fag once and for all; it's the right thing to do!
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    Talking About Social Media!


    This week, I have been talking about social media and its impact on my life. I am an avid user of the medium, as many of you know, and couldn't live without it. I am, of course, very different to most people — having lived all over the World, it has been an important tool, to keep in contact with friends and family, as well as those people I have met whilst travelling over the years.

    In the wake of the riots across my home country of Britain, it has been critical for me to defend social media to a point, whilst realising the need for change. Even after the hijacking of various platforms by far right and left protesters, spouting misinformation and lies, I am aware of the significant role it has, in the social fabric of society. It is nevertheless, actually quite chilling, knowing, that the owners of these powerful online sites, allow some truly repugnant content to be published. Like most normal people, I deplore the use of it for destructive, divisive and in some cases, deplorable criminal acts. In the real World people would be held accountable for their actions, in the World of X and Facebook, there appears to be no limits, to what people can say, promote and incite.

    I write for Roaming Brit at least once a week; in the past, I would often write several times a day, and I enjoy expressing my views on every conceivable subject imaginable. Writing is a part of who I am, and it is a passion that I have followed since I was a young boy, of eleven years old. I am able to create my own content, that falls within my own moral code. As a blogger, who is paid by Google, I have terms and conditions to adhere to, if I deviate from these rules, my earnings will be affected, and I could be liable to prosecution. I can still make my voice heard and indulge my need to have an opinion, responsibly, without malice and within boundaries that I don't tend to cross. You don't need to hide behind a fake profile, spewing lies, if you, like me, just tell the truth.

    In the past I have over stepped the mark and have got in a lot of trouble, by doing so. I have been in Facebook jail, more times than I care to remember and sanctioned on X (formerly known as Twitter), for nothing more than just saying what I believe is right. This was of course in the days before Elon Mask took over — these days you can do and say what the hell you like, and get away with it. Have standards really fallen that low? Well yes, they appear to have, and the World is becoming a nastier place as a result.

    Last week, through the power of social media, I was able to meet local artist Alison Hanrahan, here in Perth, not too far from where I live. I fell in love with a painting she had produced and just had to have it. I met her at The Ellis House Arts Centre, in Bayswater; we had a nice chat about her art, and it was a pleasure to get to know her. This is the 'good' power of social media at work; this is the way I have met many people over the years, and this is the right way to use this valuable resource.

    I have come to the realisation, that online social media has to adapt, amend and improve, especially in this violent World we live in. I do value freedom of speech, but when peoples lives are put at risk through lies and abusive behaviour, it is time to regulate. All of us need to take responsibility for our actions, and we have a duty to tell the truth. It is important we don't inflame situations that can result in harm to others, and we must ensure our words are honest, genuine, and accurate. As a person, I was never brought up to lie, but I have had my moments, like everyone else —  well, we all make mistakes! When you see the deaths of three innocent children, used as the catalyst to cause violence and mayhem, through misinformation and lies, you know it's time the World changed, and with it, the companies who facilitate this detestable behaviour.

    ​Please, be kind!
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