My old blog is lost somewhere. Well it isn't lost but Google (perhaps in one of its many virus attacks) cant let me have it again in case I break it or write something they don't like.
Why the title?
Tim Minchin's Song "Inflatable You" is quite funny and it was my third desperate attempt after "terminally me" and "incurably me". Does this mean that I am undergoing some kind of Freudian desire to be unwell? (I wouldn't say no to some extra time in bed), so if you are a psychotherapist then please comment and save me from having to access my frightfully expensive health cover that covers everything except being sick.
I miss sleep and since Jnr has joined the world Mrs I.M is getting far less than me.
I've been a father for one year now. Jnr I.M is small and cute.
I have no hair and I'm in a Musical in just under two weeks time.
Since my last post in 2011 there have been 4 prime ministers and only one election (odd) this turn of events has inspired my love of Clark and Dawe on the ABC.
More shortly. I hope.
https://youtu.be/xsCv2e9-268
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