about Ged
I grew up one of five kids in Canberra. Dad was a Fitter & Turner who moved to Australia from Austria in his early 20s as a ten pound migrant. Mum was from a dairy farm near Bemboka in south-east NSW.
They met at a dance night at the Albert Hall in Canberra in the 1950s. Dad became a taxi driver, Mum reared five of us at home.
I played football and wrote as a kid.
My first poetry reading was titled, MAKING LOVE TO A STATUE.
I was 23 and playing senior football at the time and many of my opponents called me a poof.
I kicked goals and chased girls.The football went well, chasing girls caused a few issues. So did drinking beer.
But I kept writing.
I ended up in Sydney. I chased a girl there. It was the best thing I ever did.
Till I had kids.
But that came after chasing another girl.
And then meeting another.
I kept writing.
I now live in Tennant Creek in the Northern Territory. I have a wife and two little girls.
I am still writing.
I have read my poems in pubs, classrooms, old people's homes, bars, theatres, workplaces, kitchens, dining rooms, casino's, on verandah's in the outback, in dressing sheds at footy ovals, in bedrooms and in slow moving trucks.
My poetry has taken me to England, France, Ireland, Vienna, Perth, Brisbane, Melbourne, Sydney, Alice Springs and Tennant Creek.
I have worked as a footy player, footy coach, toilet cleaner, bank teller, porn salesman, youth worker, teacher, insurance salesman, door-to-door poetry salesman, dishwasher, builder's labourer, electrician's labourer, plumber's labourer, roof tiler, furniture restorer, secondhand bookshop assistant, bookshop manager, waiter, journalist, punter, credit controller, bus driver, boundary umpire, field umpire, cricket coach and many more. Not all of them well, not all them for long. Some ended badly, some ended remarkably.
I am still writing.
