11sept2013
probably the easiest, hardest, longest, shortest blog, i've had to write. okay, the shortest. the kids couldn't say svejda, neither could anyone. so, it got as far as sav. so like mud the name stuck, that's it.
15sept2013
i could go hardest next, then whatever, i don't work like that , but then i do. mainly i do things out of necessity or enjoyment, boredom?? . i find boredom to me is when you go head over heels to tell someone something, they don't get it , then they do and decide it's their idea, that's fucking boring. or they misconstrued it and it turned out to be a misinterpretation, a lot like politicians, their forever fucking things up on both sides. the sad thing is that's all we got. probably the hardest things about this blog, there are a few, like, you who??. get it.
16sept2013
like you who is reading this. today i bumped into a culprit or one of them, runny. a name i gave him, cause he was always runny to the dunny. he's not known by that anymore. he was a friend of jester , lived close to each other then, he left the catholic school before 5th class. they lived about 3 miles away in a different suburb, probably close to half the class. i'm sure runny was one who said the sav name. he's had a drug problem, serious drug problem. another one i thought about was rednick, he hated me calling him that, that came later, he left quite early also. i hung out with him around 76 . he lived down the road from when i lived at bruce st. he had a mate named kevin who was the only person who liked the sex pistols at that time, no one liked them at that time. we were too far away , and the publicity was bad. i always think of rednick when i cook , i remember they were starving , he went down road and knocked someone's old rooster off, then plucked it and cooked it in the fry pan, what a disaster, i don't think he cooked it right , tough as nails. he headed north not long after that, i think he ended up doing alright. him and another kindergarten friend broke into mullumbimby cop shop and stole the pot locked in a cell, that made headlines. so the story goes. when i heard that i thought of the chook, desperadoes. catholic boys. sav name
22sept2013
of late , i personally have really had enough of the whole internet thing, it's become the same. i thought it would be a buzz looking back on this shit, to tell you the truth , i don't think i'll ever look back at this stuff. not because it's uninteresting, mainly because the world is different to me, and it's fucking pigeon hole category, which only fit in a mirror. it's better if you and the world can't relate to this. you meaning, my people ain't real savvy on the net, most are gone or oldish and not the same anymore, maybe that's how they really were. probably better finish this before it turns into a rant and ammunition for the dicks. on entering high school in 1971, and the class being divided , the sav name was nearly lost except for a few , who decided not to pursue the catholic journey. only for that did the sav name stay, good or bad, that time was low for me and hard to share, and even to look back on.
30sept2013
you savvy, yes, you chrissy. was this guy called shovel, greeting every time he seen me. he was in a higher class with some old class mates from primary school, they told him sav, you savvy, i didn't know what the fuck he was on about, til years later. he was a good sportsman, i first heard of him at assembly, when his name was called out for getting a hat trick in cricket. i never knew that stuff then. it turned out, we were born on the same day in the same hospital as was another . didn't find that out for a bit. he called me the beast when he first saw me, i think at that time i was fairly wild. i was low at that time, them guys had fairly normal home lives, mine was far from that. probably a guy called bradley, told him, who was in my class since kindergarten. he had as close as life as too me. although he was adopted, he had an ok home, he was just bad. he told shovel sav, and nicked the pot with rednick, among other things. last i heard, he had testicular cancer.
3october2013
so the sav name grow from that really, til a teacher call me that , then i felt kind of stuck with it. after leaving school and working in the mine, there was 5 others my age there , 2 of whom were from the kindy class. so the sav name was there among a few, i only worked there some months. the saveloy name came from a bloke called rory, or though others called me battered and other shit. when you're low, you just take the shit , really. probably that's the best way i dealt with things. when you ain't got nothing, they can't take anything, but it's pretty much the low end. i think i just had enough of nothing and went straight except for cigs and got the steelworks job , fitters labourer, 3 shifts. there was a couple of people there, who called me sav, 2 of which have gone, 1 liver cancer, the other suspicious accident. neither of which were originally born here. 1 from birmingham , he liked the cough medicine high, that it fucked his liver as well as grog. he was the hippy type, read alot of moorcock and stuff, his mannerisms reminded me of that richard branson, when i see him on telly and such.
