Yes, the annual Spirit, Mind & Body expo is on in Sydney at the moment. They've been advertising it lavishly, which strikes me as a waste of money because if you're tuned into the cosmos surely you'll just get the message through the ether?
Anyway, I haven't got time to pop down there so I'm planning to spend this afternoon sitting cross-legged on the persian (no madam, not the girl from Iran I was rumoured to be seeing, I mean the rug) in an effort to get down there in mind rather than body and see what they have to offer.
Meanwhile, there's another chapter of GONE up and ready for you to read. Here's the link: http://kingcoultas.blog.co.uk/

...we're off to the park to play some football, or soccer as they still like to call it here. If you ask me they've got it all mixed up when it comes to ball games. Down-Under we have rugby league and rugby union, both of which are referred to as footy, and then there's a most bizarre game called Australian Rules which is a cross between la-crosse, quoits, a pub game called Tip-The-Bloke-On-His-Arse, and rugby. You know you're watching it when you see blokes wearing shorts of a certain tightness which came and went with the hot pant (around 1972 for you folks who weren't even a twinkle in someone's eye then). Their hairstyles too are reminiscent of a time long gone, I think they called it the neolithic era, though after the game apparently they sink around 30 bottles of beer each, which truly is something to admire.
Now, the weather here is most bizarre; it rained for 40 days and 40 nights and then it got warm for half an hour and now it's very cold indeed, well about 18 degreesC which is chilly for this part of the world, but at least it's sunny.
Okay, got to squeeze into those shorts and throw ball as our American cousins say, only, er, I won't be throwing it, I'll be kicking it.
Now, GONE is back. Latest instalment is here: http://kingcoultas.blog.co.uk/

Well, it's only me, actually, but a headline with either God, the devil or a bloke in Tunbridge Wells who used to have a game show on TV but has been caught with a bloke from down The Farmer's Arms usually gets people hooked, so here I am once again.
Yes, I know I have been a bit fits-and-starts lately but that's life at the moment. Firstly I've had loads of work on, which is always good, well, if you have time to do it of course. Media training, writing articles for magazines and newspapers, writing my thriller and looking after Five and Two, the former being on holiday for two weeks (which is like sending me off to war, let me tell you).
We've done a few things despite the 17 days of solid rain (no it doesn't always shine with God's own sun in this neck of the outback) including going to the zoo ("I want to touch the la-la bear," said Two when he saw the koalas), off to the Australian Museum to see the new dinosaur exhibition, entertaining desperate women (I mean those who also have kids and nothing to do in the rain) and watching kids' TV programs. Last night Five watched the final episode of Robin Hood in which Guy of Gisborne (or Guy Gisborne as he insists on calling him, Five's not yet familiar with landed titles) stabs Maid Marian to death with a sword after she told him she only loved Robin Hood. Five said, "why did she say that?" I said, "Because she only loved Robin Hood." "Yes, I know," said Five, "but if she'd said, 'I love Robin Hood but I love you too, Guy Gisborne' he wouldn't have killed her." Good boy. A quick search of our family history back to 1066 confirms that none of the blokes on the paternal side of the family has ever gone to war - they always had something better to do like looking after the pigs or heading diplomatic talks, which some may consider very similar - so it seems he will follow in our footsteps.
Okay, enough for now; I will endeavour to post everyday and keep you informed on developments.

I know, it's been a while. My only excuse is I've been running with the Olympic Torch. Yes, it's been me dodging all those demonstrators. I know it looks like different people are being jostled by those short  folks from Tibet but all I can say is I've been heavily made-up for each running session. I've become quite friendly with Lu Chow, Wang Shi and Chou Pastri, those chaps from China who are usually more at home giving protestors a cattle prod or two in Wangzni Province but who are now resplendant in their Olympic running gear. Pastri even let me hold his pistol the other night - it's bigger than it looks.
Talking of guns, I know I haven't mentioned the demise of Charlton Heston, the actor who liked to shoot and once said he'd only hand the weapon over if it was forcibly taken from his, "cold dead hand". I imagine God asked for it at the gate.
Anyhow, can't stay long, must dash. Honestly, this torch caper is a really inexpensive way to see the world, but you do have to run everywhere.
Now, GONE is back too. Latest instalment is here: http://kingcoultas.blog.co.uk/