While surfing the net, checking if this blog would still rate on Google, I happened on the above heading.
Guess what? There's another Jon Doust plying the vapour world.
And he reckons he's better looking than me.
Check him out:
He lives in France. Got a business there. Was there during the rugby world cup and wasn't sure who he should yell for.
I was yelling for the All Blacks, poor buggers play beautiful rugby every day except the one that matters.
Now check me out:
Sorry, that's another bloke.
Obviously a bloke who has played too much rugby and always lead with his face.
No idea who he is.
This is me:
Notice the fine cheek bones and the square jaw, all characteristics of the Southern Hemispheric Dousts.
(I think the other Jon has a similar jaw. Must be cousins.)
Ok, why am I searching Jon Dousts on Google?
Well, I'm not really, just been a while since I made an entry and I wondered what that meant.
It means, this blog has slipped down the first Google page.
What does that mean?
It means I either get back to it, or it slips further.
Here's some other news
My garlic is almost ready to harvest.
I have very high levels of lead in my urine.
This house we live in is for sale.
We have another house in Albany, deep south of Western Australia, where we will live from December this year.
It's colder, wetter, greener, nicer, wilder.
Yes, all good reasons.
It is on the tip of this side of this continent and the only place to follow is Antarctica.
Humpback whales love it and regularly pass by.
Let us hope that the insane decision of the Japanese government to kill 500 magnificent humpbacks fails in its implementation, because the humpback mob will remember and may not pass by again, or may even take their anger out on folk who love them.
While you're here, why not sign this:
Or even give money to these courageous people:
Or take a look at the other Jon Doust's blog:
Or go here for the latest news on a new book:
The Last Whale
This blog shows up on Google's page 22 of Jons.
Have to work on that.