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Article by Phil Brown

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Phil Brown - Journalist - Author As a journalist I am a senior writer with News Queensland. As an author I write about myself and, if that sounds self-indulgent, you don't know the half of it. Mind you if you read either of my memoirs - Travels with My Angst or Any Guru Will Do, all will be revealed.
Available as Speaker - humorist focusing on problems associated with existential angst and life's journey.
Australia 2000
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What was it that just went whooshing past me? Oh, right, it was 2011.

I’m tempted to say something to it in passing, such as: “Leaving so soon? But you only just got here?” At least it seems that way.

Soon it will be just a memory, like everything else.

It’s a strange phenomenon, how quickly times passes when you hit middle age. Mind you there are ways to slow time down. Try calling your telecommunications provider or bank and you can experience an unparalleled sense of stasis. Outside of that it’s wham bam thankyou ma’am, that’s your life mate, thanks for coming.

Nowadays I find that things I seem to recall as happening only yesterday actually occurred years ago. I run into people and talk to them as if we haven’t seen other for a few months only to find the last time we chatted was just after the 9/11.

Children I remember as infants are now infants no longer. A case in point: we ran into one of my wife’s colleagues at a function recently and she had an engaging but tallish young girl with her. After the obligatory chit-chat we parted and I said to my wife “Doesn’t she have a baby?”

“That was the baby,” my wife said.

“Blimey,” I said, shaking my head. I guess I have now become one of those parents I remember from childhood, you know, the ones who would pat you on the head and stand back in amazement, declaring how much you’ve grown and that you couldn’t possibly be the wee bairn they recalled. You’d smile sweetly and think - silly old codger.

When I was young I couldn’t wait for things to be over … school, university, work. Now of course I wish everything would slow down because I want to hang onto to it all, savour it down to the last drop before it slips through my fingers and is gone.

Even I can’t believe our son has finished grade six and is about to begin his last year of primary school. It seems like only yesterday that I was cradling him in my arms kitted out in fleecy track suit and beanie (that’s me - he was born in mid-winter) saying to my wife: “So what do I do with him now?”

This, I suspect, is all part of the rich tapestry of life, as people are wont to say when they don’t know what else to say.

2011 was a year of agony and ecstasy for many. For us it was a year of change, winding up with the selling of a house and the purchase of a new one. We’ve have lived where we live now for 12 years, the longest I have ever lived anywhere and I can still recall the rainy day when we first shifted in. We were just a couple then but soon we were three and then, with the addition of a maltese shih tzu called Sarge, there were four. Now the year is nearly done and I suppose I will have to let it go. That’s the way of things. So what else is there to say? I’ll leave you with some lyrics from John Lennon. “A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year, let’s hope it’s a good one without any fear.” Cheers.



20 Dec 2011

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