tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746Sat, 17 Oct 2009 12:20:05 +0000http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Grant)Blogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-4873470671615406093Tue, 05 May 2009 03:05:00 +00002009-05-05T13:05:21.583+10:00It’s strange that you don’t have a smellFor if you’re real I cannot tellDespite the fact I feel your presenceIt clear to me you have no essenceThere’s nothing much a human knowsThat cannot be filtered through our noseAttraction, reaction and satisfactionIt all requires olfactory tractionTo feel, to love, to laugh and yellThese joys of life they need a smellSo for you your heart will always http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-strange-that-you-dont-have-smell.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-1800872751229743295Thu, 26 Feb 2009 00:37:00 +00002009-02-26T17:28:45.670+11:00Around October or November I started taking these new anti-depressants. The ones I was taking before didn't do shit. I still got panic attacks, I still found it difficult to concentrate, I was tired all the time and I was still sad. Not that I was expecting a cure-all, but I was hoping for at least some functionality. So the doctor suggested I try these new pills that had recently be put on the http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-pills.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-625961715933294315Mon, 23 Feb 2009 23:53:00 +00002009-02-24T11:07:47.882+11:00There's that wall, the future. And I'd love to be able to bound over it and gallop into the distance, but I don't. I sit at the bottom of the wall, my back against it, staring at where I've been. Occasionally I stand up, raise myself up on the wall and attempt to look over. But I don't have the strength to sustain myself up there and I only ever get a glimpse. So I don't know what the future http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-that-suits-you-best.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-2266548302788248870Tue, 04 Nov 2008 02:07:00 +00002008-11-04T13:16:31.693+11:00I woke at 6:30am as usual. My internal alarm never fails. No matter what time I go to sleep, I always wake at 6:30am. This doesn't mean I arise at this time. Often I find myself drifting off back to sleep for another hour or so, but there's something within my psyche that requires that I be conscious at this hour of the day. As I gained my wits, I felt my left arm was wrapped around Sarah's http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-for-sure.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-7507125791797031548Sat, 20 Sep 2008 01:59:00 +00002009-01-27T12:48:05.564+11:00A funny thing occurred to me last night whilst I was contemplating my fondness for free market economics. It became evident to me that the Australian Liberal Party, dislikes, it seems unwittingly, some of the consequences of its economic ideals. For those who do not know, the Liberal Party are an amalgamation of liberal economic ideals and social conservatism. To make matters more odd, they are http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/trade-imbalance.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-3319718700072810778Sun, 14 Sep 2008 03:43:00 +00002008-09-14T13:50:20.478+10:00Dear Sir,I hope you don't mind me writing to you (I googled your name and managed to find your email address) it's just that some of my recent clients have cited your name as having recommended me to them, and yet I do not know who you are. Whilst I am grateful for the extra business, I am intrigued as to why you have been recommending my services? All of the new parents you have sent my way havehttp://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/papercuts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-5042642557269693675Fri, 15 Aug 2008 00:22:00 +00002008-08-15T13:49:08.962+10:00Dear avid readership,I have recently discovered a new blogging tool known as the Tumblr. I have decided that I like this site very much and I desire to utilise its facilities. So from now on I will divide my blogging between the Tumblr and this here blog. My tumblr page, know as Nine Fruits will concern itself with everyday shit like music and my various mood swings, whilst this page will http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-ways-of-blogging.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-69724328485609321Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:06:00 +00002008-08-21T20:19:16.889+10:00Whilst I may have the both the physique and demeanour of some scrotumless and effete weener, when it comes to the crunch I'm a pretty courageous guy. If I'm out getting fucked up on alcohol of an evening and it's well into the early hours, I don't call no bullshit cab to make my way home. No way. I walk. In fact, I just don't walk, I strut. You see, my doorstep is only 26 minutes by foot from http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/walk-in-park.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-7687720870547232491Sun, 27 Jul 2008 11:36:00 +00002008-10-04T23:00:03.179+10:00Every night I lie away in my bed and I write. Well, "write" I guess isn't the correct word. I come up with shit in my head. Compose, that's what I do. I have ideas and I compose lines that seek to turn these words into stories. And they are good lines as well. Funny lines. Lines that make me chuckle to myself and make excellent representations of the ideas I wish to convey. Now this is good. It'shttp://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-your-fan-since-25199.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-6139385722984302238Tue, 22 Jul 2008 10:16:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:45.510+11:00Before the inevitable cocktail of smack, crack and old age kicked in, Brett Anderson was a lyrical genius. Now before you all choke on your Pitchfork Media bookmarks, just hear me out.Whilst the less self-conscious amongst the music intelligentsia will be willing to admit that the band's self-titled debut and its follow up, Dog Man Star are great albums, the general consensus is that Suede's http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-on-diesel-and-gasoline.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-2724753456165105480Mon, 07 Jul 2008 05:58:00 +00002008-07-14T23:12:59.728+10:00Bangladesh are my favourite cricket team. Whilst it may seem odd that I do not support my own national team, there's something about Bangladesh that I find utterly compelling. Australia, as well as being a bunch of arseholes, are completely boring. There's nothing about their style of play I find appealing, and nothing about their personal attributes I find appealing either. Bangladesh, on the http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-sporting-life.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-7453403777751562802Sun, 06 Jul 2008 05:16:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:45.633+11:00My beloved dog, Professor Timothy McSchmoo aka Comandante José Luis Rodriguez-Sanchez Jr, made the move from earth to doggy heaven today. The strain of lecturing in Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh as well as fighting a guerrilla war deep in the Nicaraguan jungle finally took its toil on him. He will be remembered for his acute intellect, uncompromising political ideals and his http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/professor-timothy-mcschmoo-1995-2008.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-7972482370087034574Tue, 01 Jul 2008 14:07:00 +00002008-07-02T11:01:03.363+10:00A trip to the psychologist.Doctor Veronica Clarke: Hello, Grant. How are you?Grant Wyeth: I'm feeling great, Doctor Clarke! I met a girl!DVC: That's excellent. What's her name?GW: I don't know yet.DVC: You don't know?GW: Well, I haven't actually spoken to her.DVC: But you said you'd met her?GW: I know where she works.DVC: OK.GW: Borders, in the city. I go in there every few days just to see http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-of-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-5820177917956736398Thu, 19 Jun 2008 01:15:00 +00002008-06-25T14:45:37.907+10:00It wasn't supposed to be like this. This isn't how I envisaged it. I was meant to be the campus hero. The cool and interesting mature-aged student, worldly and hip, everyone should have wanted to be my friend. But it's been two semesters now and there is still no-one I have an significant relationship with, in fact, there's no-one I really talk to at all. When not in classes or lectures I sit in http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/wont-you-believe-it-its-just-my-luck.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-6039987987929445756Thu, 05 Jun 2008 15:59:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:45.870+11:00Look at this fucker. Staring back at me, mocking me. This guy has been causing me nothing be grief for the past 6 weeks. You see, I happened to inform the psychologist Doctor Veronica Clarke about this small incident as a young boy where my father threw a chair at me. She seems to think that it has some major significance and will not let the issue go. Each week I have to deal with plethora of http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/boy-like-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-6106072074686518924Sat, 31 May 2008 06:05:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:46.436+11:00Simple is the brand I use for most of my feminine hygiene purposes. I started using Simple back in the year 2002. At the time my skin wasn't so flash. Not that it was really fucked up or anything, but I had a few blemishes. The main problem was that as I felt it was absolutely essential to shave daily I would inevitably shave over these blemishes constantly preventing them from having sufficient http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/face-odyssey.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-7972361232340142783Sat, 24 May 2008 07:27:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:46.710+11:00I woke at 6.30am as usual. My internal alarm never fails. No matter what time I go to sleep, I always wake at 6.30am. This doesn't mean I arise at this time. Often I find myself drifting off back to sleep for another hour or so, but there's something within my psyche that requires that I be conscious at this hour of the day. As I gained my wits, I felt my left arm was wrapped around Sarah's http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-for-sure.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-3932422439782757661Fri, 23 May 2008 00:57:00 +00002008-05-23T17:30:05.548+10:00I Will Truck by the Dirty Projectors is without a doubt (or hyperbole) the most extraordinary sounding song ever written in the entire universe. It is taken from the album The Getty Address, where main-man David Longstreth sings from the perspective of The Eagles' Don Henley as a Spanish conquistador going in search of the shape of love. It also has some shit about 9/11 in there, but, you know, http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-see.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-3921055915112474103Mon, 05 May 2008 12:11:00 +00002008-05-23T10:57:19.459+10:00Katy Stevens just got back from a trip to Japan. By all accounts it was a pleasant and enjoyable adventure. Having reasonably good relations with her I was fortunate enough to be presented with a gift upon her return to Melbourne. The gift was a cute little red fish bag, something she knew I would find appealing. I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and generosity. However, upon opening up the http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-joke-isnt-funny-anymore.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-4448539621963511712Sat, 03 May 2008 05:33:00 +00002008-12-21T18:06:54.942+11:00It's always struck me as odd how girls can be attracted to men. I mean surely girls realise that's their bodies are much nicer than mens'? I'm not just talking vaginas vs doodles here, or the obvious appeal of boobies, I'm mostly talking about skin. Girls have lovely soft and smooth skin, men have hard and rough skin. Surely everyone agrees that the former is more appealing? This has always http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-skin.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-2337462691249992512Fri, 25 Apr 2008 04:50:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:47.392+11:00They call you, dear Sourav, the Prince of CalcuttaBut it's not because you send young girls' hearts a-flutterIt is because your batting has such style and graceand let's not forget your handy medium paceYour scoring is due to impeccable timing, not powerAnd there's a notable resemblance to that ponce David GowerThere are many who believe that your prominence is oddYet Rahul Dravid claims your http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/ode-to-sourav-ganguly.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-2943471705908174594Thu, 24 Apr 2008 10:27:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:47.505+11:00Yeeeesssssss!!! I am victorious! Y'all can go fuck yo'selves! Arseholes.http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/resurrection.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-7062675704374800828Thu, 17 Apr 2008 05:23:00 +00002008-04-18T20:48:38.197+10:00Frederic was a bumblebeeThe sexiest bee that one ever did seeHe loved to produce his sweet sweet honeyBut he didn't just do it all for the moneyAlthough he got along well with all the other beesHe had a secret desire that was difficult to please.One day when collecting pollen on the far side of townHe noticed another young bee bending downHe thought to himself "damn that butt looks fine"And then http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/birds-and-bees.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-638679882228869965Thu, 10 Apr 2008 11:45:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:47.732+11:00T'was the (northern) autumn of 2006 and I was in Montreal trying desperately to figure out just what the fuck I was supposed to be doing with myself. It had become apparent that I was just aimlessly wandering the globe pretending to get myself into exciting adventures, when in actual fact I was merely just shifting the location of my timidity and wasting time. So I decided that if I wanted to be http://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/fists-up-thumbs-down.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32524746.post-150125493987307767Tue, 08 Apr 2008 22:27:00 +00002008-12-10T14:38:48.268+11:00In the January of 2001 I moved to London in order to be united with my internet girlfriend. Unfortunately, two weeks before I arrived she informed me that she no longer wanted me to come. Having already paid for my tickets I decided to go anyway. No longer knowing anyone and without anywhere to stay I had to make do with a youth hostel near St. Pauls. However, the communal nature of the place washttp://walkingshoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/england-made-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Grant)0