Welcome to this little outpost of OZTRAILYA, which will one day be gobbled into some sort of globalised Asian hybrid. Nevertheless, in the intervening moons, this Satyr will blow a few notes on his pan flute.
I boldy predict that by 2050, Australia will be Australia in name only. It's fate; I'm learning Chinese. I'm going with the flow.
Meanwhile, there are dollars to be earned, holes to be dug, dollars to be lost, lives to be lived, laughs to be had, other countries to visit and oil to enjoy while it's still in the sub-200s.
So, spin the turbines and punch those keyboards. The International Date Line has a thing for me.
Oh, and I really do want a Porsche. Cayman. Failing that, a bicycle capable of 260 km/h.
Alias: Frank Satyr.
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