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The following pieces have all been written by Jimbo. To go directly to a each written piece, click on the links below, or just scroll down the page...

  • Death Coach
  • Observations from my South African standup tour
  • Yellow card
  • It's a tough town Darwin...
  • Drug Laws
  • Jimbo's version of Australiana
  • Tour to East Timor no. 2 (2002)
  • Comics on the Run (2002)

    Death Coach

    My name is Jimbo. I'm not a 'weirdo' or 'kooky'. In fact, if I went on TV dating show, I'd probably describe myself like this. "I'm a pretty normal type of a guy, who likes to go out and just generally have a good time and I don't mind trying things that are a bit different, every now and then". That's why I decided to take on, pop psychology's latest fad. It's called a 'Death coach'.

    We all know about Life Coaches. They address the feeling that perhaps we are missing out in life, by not breaking out, taking risks and going for what we 'really want' in life. Life coaches address this reluctance to change, by providing mentorship which the traditional role models within family and church perhaps, no longer provide. Life coaches are confidants who gently nudge us in the direction of our dreams e.g. they help us spring clean relationships, change careers, earn more money, and get the motivation to be fit etc.

    Death coaches are different. They see the achievement of your dreams as overrated and not worth it, particularly if it's something extraordinary. Death coaches recognise that upon climbing to the top of your personal mountains, you'll see a magnificent view but they also see the arduous journey required to get there, as coming at the expense, of the one thing in life that makes, all humans happy. That is, the richness of human interaction. The feeling of camaraderie felt, by having people around you in your life who are going through, exactly the same things as you. People who know, 'how you feel'.

    By following your dreams, you may acquire great stories and grow to be admired but along the increasingly lonely road to your peak, you will also be dogged by a sense of longing, to go down and join the mob, again. Death coaches, recommended, that you act on these urges and return to the pack as soon as you feel isolated. They say, 'Fuck the top of the mountain. It's not worth it'. They also say, that if you ask anyone who has climbed to the top of Mt Everest, what they really thought of the experience, the answer (after a few beers) would be, "It was fuckin' cold and I couldn't wait to get down".

    Death coaches also point out that the lessons learnt from going out on limb, are generally of much more benefit to the group, than for the individuals who do it - particularly when the branch breaks. Plus if you do make it back from the edge of the limb, the only job that you're really qualified to do from there, is motivational talks. Death coaches recommend that, to be happy for the maximum amount of time in your life, the smart thing to do is simply hang with the herd and enjoy their company. My Death coach, analysed my life and identified 12 key areas, I need to touch up on. Or as he called them, 'The 12 commandments for happiness'. Each lesson cost $100. I'd like to share, with you, what he taught me.

    First. Cigarettes.

    Cigarettes are at first, disgusting, give you headspins, make you cough and stink your clothes. Addiction though, has its rewards. Foremost being, the smoker's network, which gives you access to a wealth of gossip, more pleasurable than nicotine, itself. This makes smoker's far more interesting to be around, than non-smokers. All smokers will confirm this. Just ask anyone chewing on a lung lolly outside a hospital in a wheelchair, straight after their leg amputation.

    Second. Alcohol.

    Without alcohol, not many of us would be here. Our parents would have never met, let alone shagged. One of the reasons people drink, is to cope with the sober people. Drinker's love to talk loudly and laugh. One of their many private jokes is to repeat themselves to sober people, until they go away. Have a few drinks with a drinker though and by closing time, you'll either want to fuck or fight 'em. This is because alcohol cuts the bullshit out of life, by bringing people together, one way or the other. If you don't believe me, go hang outside a nightclub, at closing time.

    Third. Bills.

    Bills are like herpes. They're a hassle and keep returning, but after a while you get used to them. They include: rent, landline, internet, electricity, RSL subscriptions, golf club subscriptions, gym membership, health insurance, life insurance, income insurance, home and contents insurance, car insurance, car repayments, credit card, direct debits, the cleaner, lay by, hire purchase, savings, school fees, superannuation. Everyone who stays in one place picks them up. They then accumulate, like layers of fat. Bills are worth it though, as that they form a natural sense of belonging, with 99% of the population. If you've got nothing to say, just complain about the bills in your life. Then listen to them complain about theirs.

    A mortgage bill is a fee you pay every month, so you've got a place, to store all your stuff. It's the biggest bill of all. Even bigger than the bill that humanity owes to the environment. The best thing about signing up for a mortgage is that it takes away life's biggest burden - the idealism of your youth.

    Fourth. Kids.

    The world is overpopulated, therefore having kids is no longer an evolutionary necessity for the survival of the species. However, as you get older there is a far greater necessity. That is, to not feel like a freak at social gatherings. If there isn't a pram at a social gathering, it's because everyone there, is still trying. Trying to conceive or trying to find, 'the one'. When you have a kid, you'll be so glad this is not 'you' anymore.

    The best thing about breeding is the mind-blowing experience it is to see, your child speak and stand for the first time. Sharing this joy with a childless person is useless because for some reason they seem to expect a child, to be doing these things, by age two. For the next ten years, after a child can stand and talk, parents will then tell their children to 'sit down and shut up'. When your child is finally, able to fend for themselves, after about two decades, they will then blame you, for ruining their life. Not knowing what this feels like, will lead to a deep sense of loneliness in the nursing home when no-one visits you, for an autograph on your will.

    Fifth. Settling down.

    Settling down is exactly the same thing, that happens to cordial. You stop moving and the sediment goes to the bottom. I.e. you go grey, bald and get fat. You then start to worry that potential sex partners will not drink you. The best way to combat this is to start collecting as much money and beauty tips as possible, from the moment you leave school, so that when the ageing signs start to happen, you're in the best position to get a top trade-in price, on your old life.

    Selling out of single life, involves pretending, that you only want to root one person, for the rest of your life. This is necessary, in order to get 'the other half' to sign the marriage contract. Your sex life from then will turn from a variable rate to depreciating fixed interest. When you're single you root anything that moves. When you're married you root something that doesn't.

    Sixth. Exercise.

    Walking down to the shops, does not make sense because by the time you get in a car and circle round for a park, it'll take the same time, anyway. Getting fat, is a sign of comfort and it's as easy as paying other people to do all the work, in your life - e.g. cleaners, gardeners, removalists, car washers and hookers. Some people even go to the extent of paying people, to put the napkin in their lap, before they eat. By not exercising you'll die earlier, which will come as a huge relief, considering how shit you feel when you reach 60, anyway. The only way to relieve this is through perving. The most socially acceptable place to perve is at the gym. Once there, just copy what everyone else is doing: wear the right gear, have a towel over your shoulder, carry a water bottle and keep walking to the next machine.

    Seventh. Diet.

    When you shop, don't buy nuts, fruit, vegetables or bread. There is far much more money you can spend on food, for a fraction of the nutritional value. Only eat things that come in a plastic wrapper. Don't eat food that comes protected in its own skin or shell. You'll know you're on the right track when you're turds start to sink. Shit food, feels horrible once it hits your stomach. The upside however is that, once in the mouth, the salt, sugar and oil, will blow your taste buds away. So much so, that salads and subtle flavours will never taste the same again.

    These explosions created in your mouth provide instant relief, from the subconscious grief, you feel in the pit of your soul, from all the things that continually shit ya - i.e. the food you eat, bills, your boss, kids, your partner, the renovations, and the way you look in the mirror. People who don't pepper their day with chocolate and deep fried food, end up, committing suicide or homicide. So don't eat with them, just in case they snap. Your body is made up of 80% water, so don't put any more of that, in your body, either. Instead, wash down your food with a cocktail of tea, coffee, alcohol and headache tablets.

    Eighth. Conversing with people.

    Conversational small talk within society is the great determiner of correct behaviour. Its function is much the same as that which a mirror, provides to a budgie, in captivity. Security and companionship. When in the society, the best way to fit in is to mirror the dominant political attitude. All personal attitudes should be left to yourself or a good friend at 'smoko'. Playing this game will also give you a sense of contribution to society’s great asset: homogeny, as well as 'smoko's' greatest asset: diversity.

    Playing the game of conversation inside ‘society’ is like haggling. You must enjoy it, to be good at it. The best way to master 'tweeting into the mirror' is to start talking about stuff which is impossible to disagree with e.g. weather observations. The fact that you go from one temperature controlled environment to another all day, is irrelevant. Another example, is commenting on the excellent choice of clothing, the person you are talking to, is wearing. You'll rarely get disagreement on this. To show how comfortable you are in society you can then, venture onto topics that evoke infinitesimal differences in opinion.

    Examples include, discussing Big Brother evictions or the big 'controversial' question asked at every dinner party over dessert: 'Do you think Michael Jackson is guilty? I told my death coach what I reckoned. I said that "asking me whether I reckon Michael Jackson is guilty is a bit like asking me whether I reckon Lady Di ever sucked Charles' cock and then spat it out, blaming it on 'Bulimia'. I.e. The answer is, "I don't know because I've never, met any of them, let alone been in their bedroom." My death coach suggested I leave this opinion to 'smoko'.

    The next level of conversation is enforcing society rules. I.e. demonstrating your power within its structure. This is best done by demonstrating your adherence to 'conventional wisdom' and shunning those that don't. Conventional wisdom are opinions that, while not necessarily well founded, are so widely held among the loaded and influential that only idiots endanger their careers and place in society, by disagreeing with them. Conventional wisdom appeals to people's base fears while claiming the moral high ground. It's a neat trick considering that when these opinions are eventually found out to be bullshit, no one is ever held accountable. The reasons for invading Iraq, is one example. The children overboard allegations is another example, the dotcom speculation that shops will disappear is another example, the wisdom in spending over half a million dollars, on a house, another.

    Indulge and re-enforce in these mindless theories as much as you can, at social gatherings. This will give you maximum access to the free food being passed around. Stepping outside of this paradigm and putting thought into what you are actually saying, (especially if it involves empathy for people who don't dress like you do), will only make people in your social group, think that you're 'a little bit lost'. They won't say this to your face though. Conventional wisdom forbids it. They may however check your pockets, as you leave and make it hard for you to get back into 'society', next time you want some resources and impossible should you ever come to, need these resources.

    Ultimate power is signified in megalomania. This is not for everyone but admired by many. This is where you get agreement by talking about outrageous ideas and then killing everyone who disagrees with you. This is done firstly by running for office. Success in this is done best by championing, 'family values'. Once in power, immediately label a certain 'type' of people whom you want to generate more power from, as being devoid of these very 'family values'. The best targets are 'types' that are plentiful but weak and only seen on TV. Then pay troops to go in and cluster bomb them into submission. While this is going on, justify your actions by saying, it's your duty to protect the innocent people, who voted for you.

    If you want to be happy though, don't go for megalomania, because it can be very lonely at the top. Just ask Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. At all social gatherings, involving humans, the same group dynamics always happen. i.e. it doesn't matter whether you're at a Tupperware party, a bikie gang club meeting, a friend’s 21st, 30th or 50th birthday, a state reception, an office Christmas party, a Klu Klux Klan meeting, a funeral, a neighbourhood watch meeting, a mosque in Mecca, a church in Jerusalem, a temple in Kathmandu, a golf club's new member's night or an old stripper's reunion.

    All people when they enter gatherings of 'their kind', do the same thing. That is, they go straight towards someone they know everything about and 'catch up' while looking over their shoulder and building up the confidence to approach someone better to talk to. As this happens, the couplings in the party, naturally start to merge into bigger groups, with one person talking and the rest listening. These groups will keep merging, right up until someone starts banging a fork on a glass or mumbling into a mic, 'does this work?'

    At this point, people will pretend to listen. This is because speeches are rarely about things, that people are truly interested in: sex, getting off your face and bitching. The closest they will go to these topics, is through subtle word play. For example the MC, at a Miss Universe competition will never say, 'By the way, nice tits, who's the lucky prick, sticking his cock up you? This is despite everyone else in the world, thinking the same thing. Instead he'll say, 'who is the lucky man, in your life?' The number one rule in group talk, particularly as the amount of people listening, increases, is to always err on the side of boring the whole crowd, instead of running the risk of offending one solitary person in the audience. Offending someone, will only increase your chances of being sued or sacked by someone keen to practice their power, on you. In which case, it'll be back to the end of the queue, outside the 'society' club for you.

    Thanks to 'terrorism', there is now a new phenomenon happening in the world today, where just about everyone on the planet gets to listen to one person do a speech. The speaker on these occasions will divide the world, into an apocalyptic war, between two tribes. When this happens, you'll find the speaker not referring to sex at all. Instead he will talk about, our other great primal instinct. That is the fear that humans from the 'other tribe', will hurt us and, take 'things' away from us e.g. our daily routine.

    The speaker at these global proclamations will talk about 'how scary people are, from outside his tribe and how he can protect you from them if you join his tribe because his God, kicks arse over anybody else's God', type stuff. Phrases like, 'Axis of evil' and 'If you're not with us, you must be against us', will be used. The main importance of speeches however, is that they mark the halfway point of a party, where people suddenly swap from 'catching up' to 'mucking up'. I.e. it's a great time, to sneak out the back for a cigarette, in order to find out, who really is 'rootin that chick'.

    Ninth. Entertainment.

    To enjoy your leisure time, you must spend money. Anything else will only lead to boredom, which will lead to self contemplation which could then lead onto anti-social behaviour like taking heroin or even worse - talking to a stranger, while sober. This is not on. It may also lead you to discover that people, who are different to you, aren't really. This will then lead to you questioning the amount of tax, your government spends on killing strangers. People in your social group will then change their spiel on you, from 'he's a little bit lost' to 'he's lost it'. After a few beers, some may even say it to your face.

    The best entertainment is one which has a bright flashing screen with images flashing across it. e.g. poker machines, TV’s, movies, keno, the TAB, video juke boxes, mobile phones, computers, pinball machines, microwaves, advertising billboards, pocket organisers, video link-ups, dashboards, laptops and video games. These things to adults are what a pacifier is to a baby. Watching screens with people on it is also a smart way to find out about human nature without exposing yourself to the risks associated with human interaction.

    The king of all screens, will always be TV, simply because you don't have to walk through a public space, (where people are), to get to it. TV is also a great way of keeping your partner out of the pub and re-enforcing conventional wisdom, such as, 'I reckon we should just fence those mad Arabs in, in and let them blow themselves up'. And if you don't like what's on TV, be assertive and confident. Tell the actors or presenters right to their face, that you think they're a 'talentless bore'. Then change the channel.

    If you are involved in active entertainment, where there is a two way interaction between you and a live human performer, make sure it's a musical act that had a 'greatest hits' album released, twenty years ago. When the lead singer says, 'it's so good to be here', make sure you're so moved by their heartfelt connection with you, that you get out of your seat, for their last song. Afterwards, don't forget to tell people about this 'spontaneity'. They will then, be impressed with your 'passion'. It will also show people that you are still, 'young at heart'.

    Always make sure that the TV show, movie or musical act you see, is known to as many other people on the planet as possible. The more famous they are, the more of a 'lifestyle', it'll prove you have. Seeing a cover band or tribute band is acceptable too. But only if you put the equivalent amount of money, you'd spend on seeing the 'real thing', over the bar. Afterwards you can then brag about how the cover band was so good, they could have been 'the real thing'. When you go to a karaoke night, the same amount of alcohol applies. Afterwards you must justify why you went, by saying, "you should have seen some of the singer's who got up. Oh my God, it was so tragic." It will make you feel like everyone else, because they'll know, 'exactly how you feel'.

    If you walk past a pub, theatre or cinema which has no-one performing in it, whom you've heard of before, there is a reason. They are shithouse. Do not waste your money on the three buck, cover charge, put towards their petrol money. If you haven't heard about them on television, radio or in the newspaper, they will be of no use, talking about, around the water cooler the next day, at work. In fact you'll look like a dickhead who secretly wants to leave his job and do the same thing. To stop all forms of amateur/unknown entertainment flourishing and perhaps one day having their own tribute band, register your disgust, by going into the nearest pokie room and blowing $200. Bet the maximum and always double up. That way, you'll be able to have an 'early night'.

    Tenth. Speeding.

    Whenever you get in your car or motorbike, you must speed and exhibit rage towards anyone or anything that slows you down. Beeping your horn, says 'my time is worth more than yours, so hurry up and cross the road, before I turn you into a speed bump.' It doesn't sound like fun but you'll be surprised, what a little indignation does to your sense of self-importance.

    To increase your ability to speed, you must cram as many chores into your day, as you can, while at no time, taking time out from the three hours of TV, you watch, each night. The extra $40k, you spend on your car, in order to save 1.2 seconds getting TO the speed limit, is well worth the extra time you spend each day, doing overtime, to earn it. Trust me, paying heaps for a car, is a real buzz. Akin to leaving rubber on the road, after pulling out from, a Bob Jane tyre centre. Getting a car with a good horn and disc brakes will also, shave vital 'tenths of a second' off your time, in between traffic lights. You may even get home faster, than the guy who walks. This will piss him right off and bolster your self esteem.

    Eleventh. A passionless job.

    Do a job you hate. The hallmark of a job you hate is spending more time at work pretending that you're working than you do, actually getting the job done. It's also a job, where the effort pretending to other people, that you still like the job, is more than the effort required, to do the job. When you leave school, there is a huge incentive to do this in order to pay bills, instead of pursuing what you wanted to do, 'when you grew up'. While this may seem pointless, there is a potential upside. Some of the occupations, in the jobs that 'you just fell into', can lead to lots of money. E.g. sales work for a product that just happens to have the backing of a one hour info-mercial before the religious show, at 3am. This extra commission will then enable you to buy stuff in order to impress all the people in your life, whom you don't like, either.

    If you happen to have a job that you love, people will constantly tell you, 'I really admire you, for what you do.' They will also go onto say how they sponsor a child. But don't be fooled. This is just another way of saying 'You own nothing that I'm impressed with. How wretched your life must be'. By the way, a mother in Africa gets her children to stop complaining by saying this: 'I know carting water everyday for ten kilometres is hard but if you were born in a western country, this is what you'd have to do everyday, when you grow up: Get up at 7am, spend an hour crawling through, traffic and working ten hours a day. This work makes your skin go pasty and ruins your eyes and back. At the end of each day, you'll then have to spend another hour crawling through traffic before going to the gym and getting on another treadmill that goes absolutely nowhere. At the end of the week, the only way you'll be able to escape this life is by drinking a brew, that makes you feel, nauseous. By the time, you recover, it'll be Monday, again... So stop complaining, we're only three kilometres from home'. The moral of this story is this: Anything you do for a job can be justified. All you need is a good spin doctor.

    One note of warning: By doing a job you hate, continually, year after year, you may find yourself unable to handle the unpredictable or 'wild' side of life, outside of society's protective cage. E.g. taking a holiday. This is just as bad as drinking on the job and can become a problem to people around you, who wonder whether you are even capable of living outside, society's formalities. If you are forced to take a holiday, the best way to handle it, is to make sure it's a package holiday with everything organised, leaving no room for surprises. If you do feel like a surprise the best way to find it, is by stopping in every town and checking out the real estate window - especially if it's got bright, flashing lights and a screen. This will make the time, you spend away from your desk a little bit more meaningful, plus allow, your family to have a piss and buy chocolate.

    Twelfth. Material goods.

    Buying stuff is a reward, for doing a job you hate. New stuff is the way to go because it breaks down twice as fast, thus giving you more opportunities to buy. Necessity is not the mother of all inventions. Planned obsolescence is. This time, you take, going to the Supercentre, each weekend, while checking out your neighbour's gear, on the way, is called 'Leisure time'. If the stuff you buy, isn't breaking quick enough, renovate and extend. If your council doesn't take bribes, buy another house. Do not at any point, stop and be totally satisfied with what you've got. Happiness is like a 'nest egg'. I.e. it’s something you save up for, when you're 'not so busy'.

    Anyway, I did my twelve lessons and learnt a lot from my death coach. My life is slowly turning around, a bit. I don't know how long, it will last though. It's always like that in courses, hey! You come out so hyped and ready to do everything they say and then 'presto', you're back to your old habits again. Anyway, we'll see. The death coaching thing definitely has 'made a difference', to my life, though. Especially with regards to the amount of money, I've got left. But as always, when broke, I get creative. What I do now, is tape TV shows all day and then sit down at night and fast forward through to the 'Ads'. It saves me a lot of money and I get exactly the same messages, my death coach charges me $100 a lesson for. No wonder it hasn't caught on yet...

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    Observations from my South African standup tour.

    I've just completed one month of my South African stand-up tour and thought I'd make a few subjective observations for anyone interested. The first thing I noticed here in South Africa is that they think that all Australian's fuck sheep. Which segue-wise has been a gift from the comedy gods for introducing myself to crowds, getting a laugh and selling my t-shirts. "Australians don't fuck sheep....we fuck goats."

    The second thing I've noticed here in South Africa is the perception that Australian people are a very hard-working, well behaved, orderly bunch of people. i.e we stick to the speed limits, we pick up rubbish and we basically do what the government tells us to do. This is a safe, good and lucky Australian trait in many ways but I think the carefree, cheeky proud self-perception by Australians that we're a bunch of lay about larrikins who take creative short cuts at work, support the battler, think outside the square and who thumb our nose at authority is something we can no longer boastfully claim these days. It's a bit like saying that America still gives a greencard to the world's 'huddled masses'. Australian's don't fuck sheep but since the property boom in the early 90's are we perhaps starting to act like them?

    The third thing, I've noticed in South Africa is that the cultural facade of white South African life is very similar to Australia's cultural facade in many ways (e.g the weather, television shows, food, beer, bbq's, chit chat, the desire to keep up with the Jones's). The similarities stop there though. And I benefit from it greatly on stage as the comedy scene here is a lot less conservative than in Australia. That's because in South Africa, comedy also takes people away from the aftermath of apartheid, the extraordinary levels of violent crime, the huge difference between rich and poor, the barbed wire and electic fences around each middle class home in the suburbs, the threat of being car-jacked at every traffic light, the thought that someone could kill and rape you, everytime you go to sleep. A comedian swearing and talking about sex on stage is the last thing a Johannesburg audience will get indignant about.

    I've been telling South African crowds though (many of whom are dying to emigrate) that in Australia one in seven people are on anti-depressants which is a far higher level than Sth Africa where there's probably more reason to be filled with anxiety and depressive thoughts. One coloured guy said to me in response to my desire to find the answer to this peculiar disparity: "Depression! That's a white man's disease! When you live in a two bedroom house with ten others, you got no time to be depressed!". And a white girl in another audience also gave me an interesting response. She said that when people in Johannesburg get back to their houses/security compounds each night after work "we are always filled with an incredible sense of joy and appreciation that we're still alive. Maybe you don't get that in Australia!".

    The fourth thing I noticed here in South Africa is the amount of bribes/tips you have to give to people who do things for you which don't need to be done for you in Australia. Things like tipping someone who fills up your petrol tank or pointing out where a spot is in the car park is. I can see why it's done though. It's a trickle down of wealth from people who have a lot more than those who don't, from a political system thats doing it's best to correct itself while trying not to become an economic basket case like Zimbabwe.

    Accepting tips is also more dignified than begging and eases people into the modern workforce culture where there wouldn't otherwise be an opportunity. In South Africa though, there is a fine line between tipping someone for a simple task and feeling intimidated which took me a while to get used to. For example, when I went to collect my excess baggage from the cargo section at Johannesburg airport I was accompanied by two big burly blokes who kindly carried my bag to my car (which was out of CCTV range). They then got into my car and asked me for 500 Rand each ($200). It's amazing though, how stand-over men in any country who are trying to assault/intimidate/collect a bribe/get a tip off you, can be instantly reduced to giggling schoolboys just by giving them an 'I fucked a goat' shirt each.

    The fifth thing I've noticed here is the amount of white people complaining about the racist policies of the BEE (Black Economic Empowerment) which insists a minimum number of black people be employed in every company in South Africa. It's the same merit vs political correctness argument that John Laws used when women started getting job opporunities in the second half of his broadcasting career. This similar 'reverse-racism' and 'political correctness gone mad' argument from white South Africans, makes them feel marginalised from all angles. Even when they go overseas, white South Africans still get villified about their racist past from other whites.

    Firstly I want to say that I don't see any whites cleaning black people's houses in South Africa. And secondly, I also want to make another point, which I hope people re-read carefully again if it upsets them: As a white Australian, the main difference between white South Africans and white colonialists elsewhere in the world is that we (Australia, New Zealand, America and Canada) managed to kill off our indigineous people to a 'manageble' level while it was still internationally fashionable (i.e before TV). And rightly so too because 'these savages' had spears that could really fuck your leg up! And when Australia did get the Aboriginal population (compared to the white population) down to an appropriate level, THATS when we let them vote (1967). And there-in lies the essential difference between Australia and Sth African's historical treatment of blacks by white people.

    In Sth African history, whites seemed to more intent on segregating blacks and using them for labour in mines, agriculture and their homes. In Australia we didn't segregate blacks and whites or make Aboriginals our maids, gardeners or lowly paid slaves. Although I'm pretty sure white Australians tried. (Why else would we still today stereotype Aborgininals as lazy? It's because they didn't play ball!). Instead in Australia, white Australians killed Aboriginies (most notably in Tasmania) and pushed the remaining ones, out of mind and out of sight, into towns bordering the inland deserts where they still mostly congregate today (Wilcannia, Morree, Meekathara, Cunumulla, Katherine, Laverton, Ceduna, Halls Creek).

    And that's the thing that genuinely impresses white South Africans about white Australians the most. World cup or no world cup. We've still got our country whereas they are losing theirs.

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    Yellow card

    I'd been going out with my girlfriend for a year when she surprised me by telling me her sexual fantasy.

    'You've got a rape fantasy!?' I stammered back, hoping it'd be more along the lines of what I'd wanted. i.e an orgy involving me, her and the rest of her netball team.

    'No I certainly don't want to be raped', she said, 'but I think it would be pretty thrilling to have a rape fantasy played out by someone I trust in a safe environment. i.e you. I've got a few friends who have done it. The key, they say, is to have an agreed word, which if yelled out, means, 'stop'.

    Anyway an hour later, there I was having a cigarette outside my apartment block which was pretty weird because I don't smoke.

    'Yellow' was our agreed word.

    I stubbed out the cigarette and then approached the lobby. I didn't want to catch the elevator up to the seventh floor though, just in case someone started up some small talk with me, on the way up.

    'So what are you up to?' I imagined them saying.
    'Oh nothing much, I'm just about to go up and rape my girlfriend'.

    So instead, I climbed the seven floors in the back stairwell while nervously pulling out my skiing balaclava from my back pocket.

    'The things I do for this chick', I thought, before re-assuring myself, 'It'll all be worth it though, Jim. Wait till she hears my sexual fantasy!'

    The balaclava was a thick one and I had trouble seeing out of the slits. I wasn't too worried though. I knew where to go from here. Open the stair well door, pile into my open apartment block, first bedroom on the left and then go for it. She specifically said she wanted it to be real. I hoped I was up for it.

    I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and fumbled for the door knob. I'm no expert in rapes but I thought it was all going pretty smoothly. I.e I went in, grabbed her, turned her around, managed to pull her pants down and then get on with the deed. Not once did I hear out, 'yellow' which made me worry whether I was being authentic enough. So I started getting a bit rougher. I then ripped off my balaclava.

    Imagine my horror when I realised, I'd broken into the wrong flat!

    'Jim, I can't believe it's you!' I heard back.

    I didn't know what to say. I was mortified, unlike my mistaken rape victim 'Don't worry about it', I heard back, 'I'm enjoying it,.. you can keep going'.

    I pulled out, leant back on the wall and then managed to dribble a few words out of my horrified mouth, body and soul.

    'Look, Mike there's been a terrible mistake here. I'm not meant to be on the sixth floor. I'm meant to be upstairs doing this with..'

    The last thing I heard from Mike as I ran out of his room was, 'I won't tell anyone Jim, I promise.'

    Upstairs, I immediately broke down and told the whole gory incident to my girlfriend, who couldn't stop laughing. I finally said to her, 'Look Lauren, laugh as you might, there's only one way I'm EVER going to be able to even partly erase this from my mind'.

    Anyway, thankfully my girlfriend is a good sport. and so is the rest of her netball team.

    And not once did I yell out 'yellow' either - even when I was being sucked off by goal attack while both wing defences were closing in on my girlfriend.

    And not once either, did any of the girls notice that my gay neighbour Mike was on top of my cupboard under a blanket filming the whole episode for me.

    'After all', he said later 'I did owe you one, Jim'. 'Thanks Mike' I said, retrieving the tape from him. 'This is one memory from you, I won't be erasing'.

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    It's a tough town Darwin......

    Whenever there's a cyclone warning, parents grab a kite and take their kid's to the park.

    They don't call it Lite Beer. They call it 'Poofters mouthwash'.

    The instructions on Band-Aid packets read, 'For cuts, abrasions and croc bites'

    Box jelly fish are used as pets.

    Guys don't use internet dating. They use road kill.

    Aerogard is a women's perfume.

    McDonalds has a gravel drive-thru.

    Grandmothers have naked men tattooed onto their calves.

    If there are no cigarettes in the house, kids report their parents to DOCS.

    The Donut shop sells car tyres.

    Tyre Power, sell puncture kits for blow-up dolls.

    If someone is breathalysed and blows under the limit, they ask the cops for another go.

    When kids go door knocking on Halloween they get trough lollies.

    When wives ask if they're ass looks big, husbands are honest.

    When someone without a criminal record, was first voted onto the council, the headline of local newspaper read, 'Political correctness gone mad'.

    The local newspaper is called 'The Daily Court Schedule'.

    High court judges start their training on wet t-shirt competitions.

    For theft charges the courtroom has an 'eight items or less' queue.

    When an Aborigine is bought to court on a theft charge their defence is, 'But you stole me, ya white cunt'.

    Instead of walking your dog for exercise, you poke a stick thru its cage.

    The first present a father gives their child is a DNA swab.

    Ambo's don't use a siren to get thru red lights. They use the accelerator.

    Tourists driving into town stop at green lights and look both ways.

    Receiving an AVO means you're in love. Obeying the conditions of the AVO means that that 'the romance has fizzled'.

    When you fly into town, instead of getting a plastic knife with your meal, you get a box cutter.

    The last leg of the flight is via parachute.

    The name of the mayor is Bin Laden. The locals call him 'Ossie'

    Undertakers get more visits than doctors.

    No-one has ever gone through Chemotherapy. Instead people choose to keep their mullets.

    Child benefit allowances are above the average wage.

    Ecstasy is a morning after pill.

    Drugs at the chemist are sold under the counter not over the counter.

    Each drug sold comes with the warning: 'If pain persists, try heroin'.

    The chiropractor and karate teacher are the same guy.

    To qualify as a dentist you need three teeth.

    To qualify as an accountant, you need six fingers. Or a Tasmanian driver's license.

    Psychologists don't listen to you. Instead, they pull cones while telling you to 'go drink a can of Hardenupyacunt'.

    Drug and alcohol counsellors don't teach you how to stop. They teach children how to start.

    The local market for home-grown produce is held on a Saturday night in the pub car park.

    The coin operated rides outside supermarkets have roll bars.

    The sponsor of 'Little Athletics' is Winfield Red.

    The toilet in the Catholic Church has a condom machine.

    The toilet in the Protestant church has a dull blue light.

    Priests wear real dog collars.

    Inside the local mosque there are job vacancy signs, for pilots.

    'Got a smoke?' is a popular tattoo to have on your forehead.

    The speed limit for truckies is two grams.

    The local seamstress is an escapee from Woomera. Like most locals, she's pretty tight lipped about her past.

    Boy scouts have badges for bong-making, rock throwing and hot-wiring cars.

    Brownies are taught how to bash husbands.

    Crocs are turned into handbags. The humans found inside them are turned into wallets.

    Kids don't squash cane toads, they smoke them.

    Uranium waste is stored in street bins.

    Parking cops yell abuse at people putting coins in the meter.

    Midwives use sink plungers.

    Dentists use spanners.

    Pig hunting areas include nite clubs.

    On Saturday nights, Lesbians go poofter bashing. They also rape Bikies. (Which also explains why there are so many Bikies in Darwin).

    Most Rottweilers have human bite marks on them.

    If illegal immigrants on sinking boats aren't six feet tall the Navy throws them back in.

    The newsagency stocks Birthday cards which say, 'Dear Grandmother, Wishing you a happy 30th'

    On Valentine's Day, the most popular DVD rental is 'Deliverance'.

    Even the Abo's eat 'Coon' cheese.

    Chicks don't use tampons. They use fingers from ex-boyfriends.

    When kids find out Santa is a lie, they stab their parents and drag them onto an ants nest.

    The shopping centre Santa packs a gun.

    The Easter bunny died in 1973 of myxomatosis.

    The most popular TV show is called 'The Block - of hash'. It's on at 6:30pm, straight after, 'Backyard Abortion'.

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    Drug laws

    There are such harsh penalties right around the world for heroin use and trafficking now It's even an excuse to invade countries like Afghanistan. The reasons are obvious. Heroin can kill.

    I think though that the issue of punishing people for consuming substances that kill people needs to be taken further. And I think the best way to start is to examine the stats on what actually kills the most people in western society.

    The answers are obvious. Heart disease, diabetes and cholesterol are the biggest cause of deaths in the western world. More lives are taken and most importantly, more cumulative years are lost from peoples lives because of these diseases. And what is the primary cause of these deaths? Fast food.

    Therefore I think Fast food of all types should be banned. Chocolate, pizza, hamburgers, hot chips… Anything with sugar and excessive amounts of fats in it. With a zero tolerance to anyone who is addicted to them.

    The result would be less people dying and less lives cut short. The dealers of fast food should be punished the heaviest. Anyone from pimply McDonalds cashiers to Donner Kebab sellers in caravans who mercilessly prey on the appetites of pissed revellers after closing time at the pub should be arrested. They should be all be then jailed for at least ten years. And anyone going through a transit lounge in a Singapore airport with anything from Chicken salt to a Kit Kat on their person should be hanged.

    The results would be astounding. Can you imagine if everyone was forced to eat vegetables, fruits, nuts and grilled meats. The savings from the Health system would be collosal. Productivitiy in workers would soar with less sick days, higher productivity and longer careers.

    Of course like all drugs there would be an underground element which would be hard to police. Instead of Crack houses there would be Hot Chip houses where people secretly popped in to gorge themselves. People would be sneaking chocolates into sporting events and parties would be rife with fatty foods being passed around like joints. It could never be completely eliminated but it could be seriously cut down especially as the signs of heavy sugar and fat users are easy to spot. Police would be able to do raids on anyone's house, (in particular their pantries), who had double chins. Serious offenders could be hung on the updated version of TV's 'Biggest Loser'.

    This may sound harsh but it would all be for the good of society because fast foods are weapons of mass destruction. Cigarettes and alcohol next. Down the list after car accidents are other drugs with heroin coming in last because it is the drug which the least people dabble in. Perhaps that's why heroin is the recipient of so much social indignation and such a sense of righteous retribution?

    If we extended that sense of moral reaction to the things in society that actually kill the most people, we'd just about all be locked up or hung. This mightn't be practical in the short term but in the long term it is a logical and moral extension of current laws and social mores which I think needs careful consideration from our politicians (or at least the ones who genuinely care about our wellbeing). And once it was law, it'd be a unanimous vote winner too because people who are hung or in jail can't vote.

    Disclaimer: When it comes to fast food, I'm not an addict. I'm just a recreational user.

    Jimbo's version of Austen Tayshus' Australiana - inspired my travels around this great land...:

    I went to this wild party the other night.
    As soon as I got there I saw my friend Sahn crying on the couch. I said, "are you oKHE SAHN"?
    She said, "I just found my boyfriend getting INNAMINKA. He was also getting INTER DOMINION as well as INVERELL".
    I said, "Give him a break, it's a swingers party".
    She kept crying, "yeah but they're his THREE SISTERS?"

    Then a joint came round. I had some and said, "I reckon we're smoking MOSS VALE".
    A kiwi then whispered in my ear, "Do you wanna a PILBURA instead? We SHEPPARTON of them in last week. So if you like 'em, you can have some MOREE".
    He was patting his sheep.
    "They make you horny though, so don't go sticking your cock into MURWULLENBAHing up eh".
    I said, "No but my mate COLLINGWOOD especially after snorting some of AYERS ROCK".

    I then went up to the barman and said. "I'd kill for a PORT ARTHUR".
    He said his name was Douglas
    I said, "well how about a PORT DOUGLAS? And MAJORCA have one too?"
    He said, "not until you pay me and Bill the money you owe us from the last party".
    I said, "where's Bill?"
    He said, "over there at the BACK O BOURKE"
    I said, "no worries. I won CHASE THE SKASE last night down at the club, I'll sort it out".

    A bunch of guys were boo-ing in the TV room while watching the football.
    They were getting upset at the Indian REF UGEE.
    That's until Australia scored. Everyone then started yelling out Aussie Aussie Aussie WOY WOY WOY.

    A couple kissing in the corner then pulled me over.
    They said, "Did you know we were soul mates?"
    I said, no.
    She then pulled up her dressed, showing me 666 shaved into her pussy.
    He said, it was her TASMANIAN DEVIL.
    He then showed me 666 shaved into his pubes.
    She said, it was just above his DEVIL'S MARBLES.
    They then kissed.

    I nodded and stared at a girl who stopped in front of me with a nice set of CAIRNS.
    I undid my zip and asked her if she wanted to go to PORT HEDLAND.
    She said, "KARRATHA have some of your MARBLE BAR up me?"
    Encouraged, I said, "Let's go!"
    She said, "but we're not having sex without a GERALDTON though!"
    I said, "Of course and I saw you go off with BURKE AND WILLS before, so I hope you made them do the same?"
    She said, "And COBB AND CO".
    I said, "how were they?"
    She said, "okay but I had to COACH them a bit".
    I said, "what do you mean?"
    She said, "they didn?t even know where THE ENTRANCE was".

    I came out of the room to see FORD pulling out a cigarette. I went up to him and said, "CARNARVON?"
    I then said "What's the GOSFORD? Did you have that threesome?".
    He said, "Na, they said, they'd prefer GLEN INNES, apparently he's got a bigger BROOME".
    Three blokes at the bar started laughing. I said, you can't TORQUAYan and besides I heard you?re hung like a BUGIEWOI plus I heard yours is a bit SLIM DUSTY".

    Just then and Iraqi guy rocked up with his hands in the air screaming, "WHYALLA?"
    I said what?s wrong mate??
    He said, "some girl just kicked me in the KALGOORLIE'S".
    I said, "how come?"
    "Because I wanted a cuddle and not sex".
    I said, "don't worry mate, you WYNDHAM you lose some!"

    Another girl I knew was at the party walked by. She was bi.
    I said to her, "how did you go in the orgy?"
    "Did ROXBY go DOWN on ya?"
    She said, "No but COOPER PEDYd".

    I opened a door into another room and listened to what was going on.
    It was weird.
    One guy was saying, "we'll make a KINGAROY and how about the QUEENBEYAN".
    Beside him was a guy all dressed up bending over pleading to this another guy: "WILLCANNIA stick it in for me?"
    Will was a bit hesitant.
    The guy dressed up insisted though, "Come on if it FITZROY, it'll fit me".
    Another guy then pulled out what looked like a frozen turd out of the esky.
    He told the rest of the crew it was called a sMUDGEE.
    He said he was now going to give it TOOWOMBA.
    I thought, "fuck! I better get out of here otherwise they might dress me up and make me their GYMPIE and maybe force me to stick it into what looked like SMIGGINS HOLE".

    I then walked into another room. It was full of girls licking each other out.
    I said, "what's this?"
    They said, "BIRDSVILLE".

    I was getting horny again though especially when I recognised a girl I knew.
    I said, "Are you FREEMANTLE?"
    A pimp looking guy suddenly got up off a seat in the corner and said, "she's $100.
    I said, "that's a bit RICHMOND".
    "Well how much is TAMWORTH".
    He said, "$200".
    I said, "Look all I've got is $50. What will that get me?"
    He called one of the girls over, pointed at her and said, "that'll get you in the KIMBERLEY RANGE".

    I shook my head and went outside, looking for a proper smoke, this time. So I asked around.
    "Has NIMBIN into town yet?"
    My friend answered. "Dunno but CASINO's. In fact, here she is with a joint now.
    She gave me a toke.
    I said, "what type of gear is it?".
    She smiled and said, "GLADSTONE but don't give LISMORE hey".
    I said, "who's Lis?"
    She pointed to the cat and said, "Last time someone gave some to the cat, she tried to JABIRU".

    Just then a guy stormed in and said, "where's Mike?"
    A chick yelled out, "he's left".
    He then said, "And did LITHGOW?"
    "Yeah", she said.
    "And how bout BENDIGO too?"
    She said, "No, he's in KATHERINE, having a tour up her GORGE".
    I went outside and hung out with some others chilling under the BROKEN HILLs hoist.

    I sat next to an old girlfriend called Dee and said, "GEELONG time no see?".
    She said, "So if you?re here alone, where's BALLARAT?"
    I said, It's all over between Bella and I, I'm a BATCHELOR again".
    She said, well, I'm SINGLETONight too, so let's not MARALINGA here any longer - after all it's been a while since you've had your IRON KNOB up my WOOMERA. It fact it's been so long since I've had a root, I almost feel like it's been sewed up".

    We went into the spare room. Dee said, "how about you get your WODONGA out?"
    She wanted it hard and fast but after a while she said, "can you hurry up and cum?"
    I said, "I'm GUNNAHdarling".
    She then stopped and said she'd learnt a new trick.
    I said, "what?"
    She said, "I'll finger your arse".
    I said, "is that where you stick your finger in me and head for the NORTHERN TERRITORY?"
    She smiled, pulled out some goey and said, "have as much as you want because where I'm going there's no speed limit".

    Afterwards, I walked out to the rest of the party.
    Someone asked me, "what's with the big smile?"
    I said, ?ask DEE WHY.
    I was hungry though and said I felt like a pizza.
    I didn't have a phone though, so I said, "KU RING GAI?"
    He said, "no but CHARLEVILLE".
    But he was too ripped so he just handed me his phone.
    I dialled the takeaway joint called COOKTOWN.
    I was feeling cheeky so I said, "CAPTAIN, COOK me something, will you?"
    He replied, "Fuck off, ya white cunt", and then hung up.

    I then rang a place called THE GREAT AUSTRALIAN BITE and ordered some CLONCURRY.
    I also got an ORANGE for my vego mate and THE BIG BANNANA for the leso sitting in the corner, all alone.
    Apparently she was resting after trying to Mount KOSCIUSKO.

    Tour to East Timor no. 2 (2002)

    In late February, I got back from my second tour to East Timor with the Australian defence force. The tour went for ten days and was again, an amazing experience. I went this time, with the Melbourne army band and the band 'Sneak' whom are now breaking into the commercial airwaves, all around the country. My job was to do MC and comedy work throughout the tour. The gigs varied from clown shows in orphanages, to R-rated mess halls raves to infantry 'grunts', to hosting the outdoor big band show in Dilli stadium.

    As far as tours go this was hard work. Each morning we were woken up in our mozzie stretchers, by bagpipes, at 6am. Humidity was extreme, it bucketed down most days and the malaria tablets gave you some pretty trippy dreams. The drives between gigs were long and slow, along potholed cliff top roads. More than once we had to stop, for a mudslide that had blocked the road. Every day though, there were some incredible experiences that blew me away (luckily landmines weren't one of them). These included riding in a black hawk over the highland rice paddies, scrub bashing in a tank and the various performances each day to Aussie soldiers and the surviving East Timorese people.

    The Aussie troops have done an incredible job, restoring basic human rights to a very traumatised people who still essentially survive off a subsistence economy. We were driven between each army enclosure by a heavily armed UN convoy, in case of a militia attack. In each town the locals greeted us at the side of the road with waves and smiles, thankful for the peace that had been installed since the UN arrived. Hopefully the East Timorese will be able to survive, prosper and defend themselves, when the UN pull out. At the moment their navy consists of two fishing boats.

    Who knows, with the way the world is going, maybe my next army gig will be in Iraq, with Saddam and George Bush in the crowd? Now there's a tough crowd. I was telling the infantry boys, how stand-up comedians use similar terminology to soldiers. I.e if we went well, we say we 'killed' and we if we didn't, we say we 'died' - except for them it really does happen. Trying to make soldiers laugh (who are all holding machine guns), certainly tested me but I'm proud to say, I made it back alive.

    Comics on the Run (2002)

    In early Feb, I went on a tour with comedians Akmal Saleh (from the movie, 'You can't stop the murders') and Barry McCleod. In six days we drove from Adelaide to Sydney, with the aim to bring comedy to the country. Man, we had some fun.

    Highlights (which I can put in writing) included, performing an impromptu show outside the 'supposedly' roughest pub in NSW - The Club hotel, Wilcannia. We were literally welcomed with open-arms and had a ball. That night we played an outdoor gig, under the stars to about fifty people on a sheep station.

    The next day we went exploring the outback (we heard it was good) and got bogged. We were on a dirt track and spent four hours digging the hire car out while racing against time and a dwindling water supply. Unable to get the car moving, we then trekked, four kms to the Barrier hi-way, where we finally flagged someone down. It was a parole officer transporting some inmates to Broken Hill Gaol. We asked him why no-one had stopped for us and he said it was because Akmal looked like an Abo. For the rest of the tour, we hid Akmal in the boot.

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