Last Cab to Darwin

 

In LAST CAB TO DARWIN, Jeremy Sims (Beneath Hill 60) directs Australian acting legends, Michael Caton and Jacki Weaver against the backdrop of the stunning Australian outback and alongside the outstanding Mark Coles Smith, Ningali Lawford-Wolf and Emma Hamilton. Caton gives the performance of a lifetime as Rex, a Broken Hill cab driver who, when told he doesn’t have long to live, sets out on an epic journey to Darwin in a bid to die on his own terms. Along the way he discovers that before you can end your life you have to live it, and to live it you have to share it.

Filled with hope, humour and heart, LAST CAB TO DARWIN takes us on a journey in cinemas from August 6, reminding us that it’s never too late to start living.

‘Don’t sell Australia out’ – A Poem by Chris Long.

‘Don’t sell Australia out’

 

When the shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps fallen quiet
When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night

And the bush is forced to hang a sign, ‘gone broke and won’t be back’
And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track

When harvesters stand derelict upon the windswept plains
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains

When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight
When we’ve lost the drive and heart we had to once more see us right

When ‘Pioneer’ means a stereo and ‘Digger’ some backhoe
And the ‘Outback’ is behind the house, there’s nowhere else to go

And ‘ANZAC’ is a biscuit brand and probably foreign owned
And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned

When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent crust
And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to dust

And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they fought
And fishing is a great escape; this is until you’re caught

When you see our kids with Yankee caps and resentment in their eyes
And soaring crime and hopeless hearts are no longer a surprise

When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing brand
Not a product of our heritage that grew off the land

When offering a hand makes people think you’ll amputate
And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a ‘Mate’

When ‘Political Correctness’ has replaced all common sense,
When you’re forced to see it their way, there’s no sitting on the fence

Yes, one day you might find yourself an outcast in this land
Perhaps your heart will tell you then, ‘I should have made a stand’

Just go and ask the farmers that should remove all doubt
Then join the swelling ranks who say, ‘don’t sell Australia out’

The Bush Post – Here comes the rain….I hope.

 

It’s been an absolute scorcher yet again, and with forecasts predicting storms for this evening; I am looking skyward and praying.  The welcome relief that rain brings to the parched land and to me as I work is sheer heaven.  Sadly, rain has been avoiding my town of late.  Sure, they have had storms down south with golf ball sized hail; but here…..nudda.  Nothing.  Zip, zilch….not a drop.  The clouds are starting to build from the east and surprisingly the west as well.  Fingers crossed!

I plan to dance in it!

~RB~