Chab Gassie

I’ve been so busy that I’ve lost track of what day it is. Since Christmas, actually. I think Christmas was a Monday which threw me out completely. Plus I was talking to all these people in Nigeria, Switzerland and Tasmania and they are on different timelines and at least one of them doesn’t have Christmas, maybe. So it was Monday and I was talking to people who were in Tuesday or Sunday or Tasmania.

Anyway, nothing has been happening so I’ve been painting. The Department says I need to get my painting skills up.

“We need you painting at a level 7 level, Chab,” said the Prime Minister’s aide. “Then we can really use you.”

“Why? Why does a spy agency need a painter?”

“Because it’s one thousand times better and safer than taking a spy camera in to a situation.”

“That actually makes a little bit of sense,” I said. “A little bit.”

So I painted a scene from New Zealand using just my memory. And a photo as reference.

I think it was New Year’s Eve last night. It was interesting because there was a rave on in Etihad Stadium where one condition of entry was you had to wear white. But because young people these days receive so many mixed messages through social media, cyber bullying, generation Y and what have you, a lot of teenagers who were just going into the city to watch fireworks thought that it was traditional to wear white on New Year’s Eve. Then it rained most of the night which made most people effectively naked. This was OK.

Actually, I’m not sure if people these days call raves ‘raves’. They just call it a thing.