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hi everyone

You know, i get a bit of time to hang out and ponder. My favourite place to ponder is beneath my fishy mobile.


Those funny fish are, well, funny. I also like to ponder in my cot, propped up on some pillows while mum does housewife stuff.


Other days, I read classic literature and then ponder. 'My Farm Friends' is an cautionary tale of drug use, most obviously LSD, as creatures such as Peggy the Pig, Donald the Donkey, Cassie the Cow and Gladys the Goat are all very oddly coloured, almost paisley-like. It's a total farmyard freak out. It makes me ponder what life was like in the '70s, when drugs were cool, sex was safe and TV had only just become colour. Then I ponder the big questions, like is it only me who thinks fists are tasty? Will it stop raining here in Campsie? Will the E! channel ever play a new Girls of the Playboy Mansion or am I doomed to more repeats?

So much to think about. So much time.

Till next time
Harper

At least I looked good

Hi everyone

Last weekend I finally got to Henson Park to see the Jets play. Well, OK, I didn't actually see much of them actually playing, what with my inability to see things that far away and my crushing lack of interest due to the sub zero temperature winds.

Anyway, here's a few pics of what will always be remembered as my first Henno experience.

Oh, and Jets lost 16-19 to some Kiwi team. Boooooo.

Cheers
Harper

While Dad can look, I just couldn't. It wasn't a good Jets performance

Hanging out with mum after the game. Check out the beer gut behind me...

Uncle Svenny is drinking a coke 'cos he had a few cans the night before. It's OK though, Dad got a cold can of KB into him by the end of the game

A quiet post game drink in the car. Mmmm, warm milk on a freezing day

Handymen ahoy and a little buddy growing

Hello everyone

Auntie Alice and Uncle Greg were in town on the weekend. While Uncle Greggy showed dad how to fix shed doors, hang clotheslines and use a caulking gun, Auntie Alice and mum talked about how babies come out.

Which sounds kinda familiar.

Anyway, is that baby in there gonna be ace fun to play with down the track or what. If baby turns out as sporty as Auntie AND as handy with tools as Uncle, they are gonna be able to build goal posts then kick the Sherrin through from 50m on a tight angle. And that's just if it's a girl.

It was ace fun having Alice and Greg here, they were very keen to see how this baby thing worked. So i showed them - the random crying, the explosive poo in nappies, the inability to just go to sleep and the wide range of vomiting i have perfected. OK, i busted out some the big smiles and ace cuddles that i am famous for as well.

Of course, you all wanna see the pics. So without any further ado...

A cuddle with Alice

Greggy is funny. I mean, really, who would want to ride a BMW?

Auntie Alice is sooooooo Aussie she should be Aussie of the Year every year for ever

Uncle Greg learns that sometimes you can't fix a crying baby. Unless there is a socket set handy, then he probably could

Our guests, the one on the left is busy growing my cousin

Me, mum and dad outside our house. Where are my sunnies?

This is the authors 14th blog. He lives in Campsie with his mother, father, a fish called Peter Allen and a blue monkey called Monkey.

Rumours! None of them are true!

Hi

Now, apparently some of you seem to think that Dad writes this blog for me. You know, some sort of ghost writing deal, like I am the face of it all, but don't do the hard yards coming up with the written GOLD these posts contain.

Well, it's just not true. And here's proof - the below pic is of me knocking out the last blog, as well as an essay on classical architecture of 18th century Venice, an epic poem about the Battle of Midway and then, just to top it off, I wrote a instruction manual for mum, so she can learn how to turn off light switches.


Recently, I was visited by both sets of grand parents. It was a good time, I was rightly spoiled rotten and given gifts, cuddles and more cuddles.

So, now I have proven I write these blogs, sit back an enjoy pics of me with various older people.

Enjoy

Harper

Papa said the Bulldogs would win the Premiership. Yeah, onya papa, dream on...

Popa said when I was old enough, I could caddy for him. I am not so sure about that.

Nana's arms are a good place to catch a few minutes sleep

While ma ma expects me to vomit, I am contemplating my next novel. I think it will be about poo

When not being a baby, I like to be a zombie and eat brains. In my ace jumper from Peru. So that makes me a tiny Peruvian zombie. They are the best...

Will Harper think the '00s were hilarious?

Hi there

Today it's three pics of me and one of Scott Carne, Brian Mannix and Sean Kelly, as taken on dad's camera phone last Friday night, when he was at a dodgy club watching these washed up 80s singers strut their stuff for their adoring 40-year-old plus crowd. Dad was happy, he was one of the youngest there and the beer was at 80s prices.

For those of you who don't know who the above are, they were in the bands Kids in the Kitchen, Uncanny X-Men and Models. Still don't know? Get a musical education!

Anyway, back to me. The first pic of me is with dad, watching telly. Probably footy. Although dad doesn't seem to be swearing. The second pic is of me just chilling with mum. The third pic of me is a bit full on, but i think it's strong.

Anyway, here's the pics. Enjoy now.

Love
harper

Scott Carne, Brian Mannix, Sean Kelly - Absolutely '80s, absolutely brilliant...

I love Foxtel. Especially when Girls of the Playboy Mansion is on. Mmmm, yum.

Chillin' with my homies...well that would be mum. But that's sweet.

Don't mess with me. No, seriously, don't. Cos I can fill a nappy like you wouldn't believe.

Er, so much for regularity

Hi everyone

Yeah, we know, this was gonna be a weekly thing, and it's been two weeks. You want an excuse from us? You can choose between:
a) Harper has been keeping us busy
b) We have been battling record rain in Sydney
c) The dog ate our computer
d) We just couldn't be arsed

Anyway, here we are, and here are some pics. Captain Grumpy Pants (as I am calling him tonight) has just stopped crying. That's good news for all.

Playing trumpet in my sleep.

The view out the back door, as seen regularly by Harper and mummy. It's been raining for two weeks. Boring.

"Get that freaky monkey away from me!"

"Eh, you looking at me?"

Spreading the love to Guila, who is recovering from an operation. Check out the HOTT bee suit...

See, I have been busy. As a bee even... That's champagne comedy!

Till next time
Harper (and his parents)

Mooooving to Campsie Upon Cook

The move was good, thanks to me. I oversaw it all, and you can see from these pics, I did a great job. See above, that's me supervising: It's a hard job, lucky I was wearing my ace tractor t-shirt. Thanks Auntie Alice. Auntie Kara, the Reece Plumbing t-shirt will get a run soon, I plan on redecorating the bathroom...with poo!

The move was going well, then suddenly, ASIO appeared and interrogated me! Bastards! Don't worry Auntie Lucy and Uncle Tom, I didn't tell them you were hanging out at the Walkabout Hotel in London, singing Khe Sahn and drinking Fosters. Funny how tall and skinny those ASIO agents are. Bit dim too.

And a game for everyone...where's Harper? Clue - nowhere near that knob Wally.

This is part two of Where's Harper. Apparently my parents think it's funny to leave me on the kitchen table like a discarded chico roll. Mmm, deep fried goodness. And what is with the fan wearing a towel back there? Huh?

And finally, after a long day of moving, one must unwind...and Y-M-C-A until they sleep. I was pictured here doing a 'Y'. I am pretty sure I never made it to 'M'. Damn you relaxing Village People! When I grow up, I want to be the Cowboy...who drives tractors.