Earlier this evening, after some fuck-knuckling around (see Paul, see how easy it is) I decided to blow off an hour or so at Nick Earl’s book launch. I’ve been chained to this fucking keyboard all week and and could feel myself getting very stale.
So I hopped into the car and ripped around across the river to the Powerhouse where I found a bar full of peeps with drinks and books. Spotted a few familiar faces and had a chat while throwing down a fast beer. Watched Nick do his thing, which was interesting from a pro POV because this is his 13th book and I was curious to see how he kept it fresh.
He did, and I took a few pointers away.
There was a strange thing about the gig. It had music. Not just incidental music, but music from the book, which centres on an aging rock god and features a few songs that he is producing in the story. Robert Forster wrote one. Nick and a friend wrote the other. They were both good, but I really liked Nicks. It was pure pop brilliance.
Anyway, didn’t hang around. Rushed home. Reheated casserole (again, such a fucking batch this week), and threw myself back at the keyboard.
The trip out helped. I wrote a lot more freely on my return.
But now its wine time.
I’m in a rut. Maybe a trip to New Farm for a beer would get me out of it too.
Ah the Powerhouse. A fkn lot nicer than Lismore’s Powerhouse – a dodgy, dodgy nightclub (sorry, NiteClub) which was the only game in town after midnight. Going home with someone who you met when the ugly lights came on at the Powerie was not a badge of honour. I’m told.
I’m tippin Doc it would have had its share of Fuck-Knuckles ( see paul, even I can do it..lol), there!.
Wine..good call, exit house..best call. If you had of listened to Al, me and Doc and took on board our donated words ( Prose), ya could have had a longer break…but…well it was your call!, don’t say we did not tell ya so.
OH. NOTICE TO ALL. DOC and the BOSS LADY of his are inbound to the hossie…DOC JNR V2 is ON THE WAY!.
John – you bet it is easy, you fuck-knuckling, wine drinking, book launch attending bastard.
Havock – Of course you can do it. I learned it from you, you fuck-knuckling, capital-using, incendiary bastard.
Did you do a book launch for Without Warning or any of the Axis of Time Books? I’ve never been to one.
Nice use of bastard PNB. Aussies & Kiwis use it frequently but Afrikaaners seem to react poorly – so it’s not a Southern Hemisphere thing.
JB, “I took a few pointers away” you authors are shameless, you’ll knock off anything, tart it up with a new metaphor or two & palm it off as your own.
Was Mr. Earls all manicure & matching socks? Unlike our unshaven & slightly deadline punch drunk correspondant?
Did you get a word in with the Taiwanese Consul General or Consulate Secrurity liason officer while you were there? I assume Mr. Earls trotted them out to fill up numbers.
just finished first destroyermen on recommendation -fun but wish it hadn’t read like a trilogy so much…..noticed S King new book “under the dome” which features a town being sealed off by an invisible forcefield is over 1000 pages – now i bet that isnt a trilogy!
That’s because all Afrikaaners are actual bastards, Bob. They all all conceived out of wedlock. Every fuck-knuckling one of them.
Sounds like a pretty cool gig really – looking forward to seeing this new book.
Orin, Birmo did a launch for WW at Avid Reader in West End, mid to late last year. I thought it went pretty well, too.
Think I’ve been fuck-knuckled. All this talk about fuck-knuckles fuck-knuckling has made me wanna cease MY fuck-knuckling and fuck-knuckle my way to the jug. Of course, ‘fuck-knuckling’ insinuates that I am easily distracted by other fuck-knuckles fuck-knuckling in which case I quite possibly will be fuck-knuckled by others fuck-knuckling in the course of fuck-knuckling my way out of this fuck-knuckled situation. *GASP*
Sigh. I’m such a fuck-knuckle.
Look, far be it from me to apply grammar strictures to profanities, but I’ve always used fuck-nuckling as a present tense verb. Occasionally as a past tense, rarely as future tense but very, very seldom as an adjective which seems to be how its popping up every second comment in this thread..
Also occasionally as a noun but the subject has to be actively engaging in fuck-nuckling for it to really make sense.
Moko – I’m the complete opposite. But I’ve lately considered taking up fuck-knuckling again. This is since my claret days are passing and my lemon-steeped water, salad and brisk walks days are beginning.
Is Fuck-Knuckle in WIKI…IT SHOULD BE
there are amateur Fuck-Knucklers… and professional Fuck-Knucklers… and then there are people who lie about their Fuck-Knuckling
Then there are those who can only dream of fuck-knuckling – but their wives and girl friends (sorry homosexuals: fuck-knuckling is a purely heterosexual activity) won’t permit it.
I know they Fuck-Knuckle, their partners know they Fuck-Knuckle, they know they Fuck-Knuckle.. The sooner they admit to their Fuck-Knuckling the better for everyone.
PNB, I have spoken to a few alt.lifestyle friends still have the occasional Fuck-Knuckle.. mostly out of boredom or lack of an option.. But they are just in the closet about it.
To err is human. To fuck-knuckle is devine.
Just a reminder, no spoilers for destroyer men please, awaiting my copy from library.
By the way, I found Harry Turtle Doves ‘The Man with the Iron Heart(the one about americans dealing with an iraq style occupation hell in germany after WW2). can anyone recommend it?
“Destroyer Men” turns out to be a dream. I felt cheated. I know this is technically a spoiler, but I felt you should know.
‘Divine’….fucken
Bondi?… Is that Miranda Devine.. gods gift to Fuck-Knuckling…
Hi, I’m Nick and I’m a user of fuck-knuckle and its assorted derivates.
I have previously avoided using the word fuck-knuckle in blog posts and comments up to the first line of this comment. Nice work by Havock and Paul in turning the thread into a festival of fuck-knuckling. Well done to both. Moko’s account FTW.
(If Bedes is about, my tips were dropped off by electronic courier at Dr Y’s place.)
To me, calling someone a fuck knuckle is merely a statement. Or a descriptive of their pedigree.
But what’s more insulting, FUCK knuckle, fuck KNUCKLE, or FUCK KNUCKLE?.
What the fuck-knuckling’s going on here, then?
PNB, at this rate (with the outstanding use of the word bastard) you may be an Australian in only a few short years…..
Come on Darkman, Paul doesn’t sound like such a bad chap. It’s cruel to get his hopes up like that. And the West End launch was good though the people in post-apocalyptic costumes…? They were costumes, right?
Oh, sorry – I almost Fuck-knuckling forgot.
I would LOVE to be Australian – for a weekend, but that’s about it. I’m afraid the drinking and eating and convivial socializing – not to mention the nearly constant fuck-knuckling – would kill me.
PNB, you could not be a Queenslander, which is the heart of socialising, bulk eating, drinking large quantities of poor quality alcohol & fuck-knuckling…
We would start you off soft like a Victorian…
JB “…could feel myself getting very stale.”
Were you just not as springy as you were, or were there spores growing on your shady side?
Wine time.
Polished off a 1999 Tintara Grenache on Friday night. I felt dirty afterwards, it was too young. Once it was de-corked I let it sit and oxydise a bit, the last I had I decanted and it worked well but letting it sit for a bit wasn’t too bad. Got heaps of legs to go yet.
and coz I’m a greedy b/tard
Whisky time
Tucking into a Glen Moray Single Malt sweet, slightly peaty very bloody drinkable.
I’m sorry, what was the topic again??
Are you a Victorian, savo? From what I now know, if you were a Queenslander, you would have said “I unscrewed the top of that bottle, drank it all in one go, and got fucking pissed. It was proper and strong.”
Savo is from the Gong or therabouts. Not quite Victorian but at least hes not from Sydney.
Though I am concerned to see he refers to himself as a /b/tard !
I hope your not sugesting Qld’ers are low brow Mr. Boylan.
Just because many prefer beer to burgandy, Pig shootin’ to Ballet, and rampant electoral rorting compared to – oh nevermind.
As a quick guide.
Queenslanders are all tall, strong, fit, likable, easy going & sun-kissed. Interestingly this effect seems pretty quick to turn hunchbacked visigoths into Qlders in a few short years. EG: Moko.
New South Welshman are all crooks, fast talking schemers or waxed-back active participants in The G,L&T Mardi Gras with tans from sun beds.
Victorians are commonly old moneyed snobs, clinging to aspirations of high culture as a drowning man would cling to flotsam, frequently pallid & a touch Undead looking.
Tasmanians entirely too frequently marry close blood relatives, this results in high numbers of ginger kids with stark white freckled skin.
West Australians – well no-one would live there by choice so most of them are fly in fly out workers from the civilised states.
South Australians & Northern Territorians are generally Ned-Kelly beard wearing, singlet wearing, truck driving pschopaths with a tendancy to stab people with screwdrivers & dump the bodies down disused mineshafts, or in barrels in old bank safes.
I hope this helps.
Paul, I was going to say savo would be exceptional, since the Victorian way is to buy wine in 120l plastic barrels and decant it (one for the bottle, one for me, hic). Those who manage not to drown during this process end up with cupboardfuls of these unlabelled unidentified reds.
In QLD we take our Chardonnay Socialism a bit more literally.
I met a guy once who could tell what state you were from by your accent. It was uncanny, my friends and I were from 3 different states and he nailed them all off just a few spoken sentences.
Your collective description leads me to believe that I would feel most at home Queensland (I, too, prefer shooting pigs to ballet – so long as I can eat the pig; ballet dancers tend to fun in a serpentine pattern and are ultimately tough and stringy, no matter how they are dressed and prepared), NSE and Tasmania.
But, truth be told, I have always had a desire to visit Mullumbimby, which I think is in NSW. When I was 20 I spent a week in Dover, England, where I devoted my time to a pleasantly exhausting affair with a double-jointed girl from Mullumbimby who was, perhaps, the most agreeable and willing woman I’ve ever known – and she wasn’t claustrophobic in the least. I asked her if she was typical of Australian women and she said “yeah, I guess so” which I took for a resounding “yes.” My only regret is that it all predated the kind of phone camera beeso now showcases.
Paul, Mullumbimby is in NSW but far enough north that it’s not only closer to Brisbane than to Sydney, but could really be said to be part of Brisbane’s hinterland. Interestingly in many 1850s proposals the border would have followed the 30th parallel south, which would have placed Mullumbimby and other notble locations well within Queensland. Alas, nepotism in the colonial administration ensured this was not to be.
In any case, northern NSW is perennially depressed, ignored by distant Sydney and outside the jurisdiction of Queensland.
Yes, but are the women hot? I am not a political person, and local boundary histories do not interest me. But I am a creature of extreme self interest.
Stop this discussion right now. I’ve decided we shall do this at Blunty. I am inspired by the ferocious levels of ignorance here displayed.
Paul
My mother was born in Mullumbimby, although I am confident she is not the woman to whom you were referring.
John: It is, of course, your prerogative as leader of this little tribe to regulate the discussion, but I am forced by intellectual honesty to inform you that I find the ferocious level of ignorance you point out very relaxing. And with that in mind…
Abe: Is your mother’s name Jenny? If so, I am afraid it is possible you mother may have been my sex slave for one glorious week.
No mate. You aren’t my father.
I cannot help but feel both relieved and disappointed. It is bittersweet, son – I mean, mate.
They are, and for the most part just as hot as those in Queensland. The main difference is that in Queensland the wear less.
An unattractive woman can improve her chances of mating if she wears less and her courage holds, but there is a point on the graph where wearing less and hotness begin to diverge.
“…and she wasn’t claustrophobic in the least”
WTF?
Sorry Lobes I was alluding to being a greedy bastard, what other connotation does it have?
Gawd! You lot make me laugh. Fuck knuckling is not an exclusive heterosexual practice. *grins*
I’ll let you draw your own conclusions. Me, I’m thinking Jenna, me, some of that FK action.
oops, sorry, you’re still there and I was thinking aloud