The blogger
Jon Doust lives in Albany, West Australia, next stop Antarctica. He is unemployable, but makes a living speaking, writing and doing things that no-one else would think to do, or would want to do.
Many years ago, he was born in Bridgetown, in the south west of West Australia. Back then it was small, so small the road in was the road out; so small the local butcher was also the dentist, the carpet layer, the vet, the night-cart man, and on weekends he taught Sunday school.
Maybe not, but certainly so small that the very best entertainment was to be found inside the privacy of your own head. And that’s where Doust spent most of his time.
Over the years between then and now he managed to fail high school, work in a bank, a supermarket, a bookshop, a building site, orchards on three continents, get a degree in English, work in a dairy, more orchards, shearing sheds, newspapers, comedy rooms, write a couple of kids’ books with a friend, knock up a novel, live in Kalamunda (hills outside of Perth West Australia), move to Albany, fall over, get up, hop on one leg, and cook a nice batch of gluten free biscuits.
This is what he looks like, sometimes (Photo by Nigel Benson from the Otago Daily Times, NZ):
And sometimes like this:
Over the course of his life, Jon has learnt the value of hair and the lack of it. Neither state has bothered him.
Given his life is almost over, Jon can often be found sitting, staring out a window, watching a mob of kangaroos in the top paddock and wondering where it all went, and what it all meant.
This man recently turned 60, yes, 60, but he can still ride skateboard.
You want proof?
Here:
The skateboard he is riding is not his. His he left at home. There are two of his. One is a Midget Farrelly original. The other he bought at a garage sale for $30. He hasn’t always looked so good. Once he fell off going 30ks an hour down a hill and broke his shoulder.