Back home again.

I'm having a crack at learning cricket again. Reading the rules earlier did not help, so I thought that if I watch a game from the very beginning, I could figure it out by looking at the scores. Well, the scores displayed on TV seemed to be for the players only. They are playing for the most precious cup of all, "The Ashes". England currently has got the cup and Australia is at war. These things are so important here that summer is called "Cricket Season" as winter is called "Football Season". Well, cricket takes five days so I switched over to Dr Phil instead. "...abused housewhife Gretel has a crush on the debt collectors german shepherd, - should she loose weight to save her marriage...blah...blah...! I learn so much from Dr Phil mainly that I don't want to live in the USA. Really, almost every talk show, police show and reality show are about people who are stupid or who can't handle life, and the mistakes they make. Not that I'm any better. My restlessness has been the main cause of any negative experiences through my life. And, if that is correct, the good things are partly related to my personality too. Now, let's see how the cricket is going. Great, someone made a hat trick, that must be good! http://www.3news.co.nz/Peter-Siddle-nabs-Ashes-birthday-hat-trick/tabid/317/articleID/188004/Default.aspx I recently returned from a second working trip to Tasmania where I had more time to enjoy the scenery.

We had ordered a bungalow each with cooking facilities in a Swiss inspired resort.

When we got there it turned out there was only one cabin and the cooking facility was apparently the public barbeque outside.

This is why I constantly work on my communication skills.

It felt good seeing the beaches of North Melbourne again after another three weeks in Tasmania. I'm lucky to have lived in the few cities with beaches and clean water in the very centre. Sailing on the "Spirit of Tasmania" was good, with calm water and good weather but inside the ship,

it was as boring as always. Everybody looked as if they were going to the dentist or even worse, to the bank. With several bars and restaurants they still can't get a party going. If I showed the shipowners a video of the ferries from Stockholm to Helsinki, they would soon manage without their government funds completely. Perhaps I should just send a video to the press and let them ask why taxpayers have to pay for the "Off Spirit, Tasmania". At least I am happy I did not have to paddle across Bass Strait like a brave client did recently...
Well I'm home again and decided to stay there for quite some time. After all, it is a nice old cottage where everything is the way things should be...

I immediately drove to the shopping centre to buy some food. When the local hoon greeted me with the finger as he performed the compulsory doughnuts...

I studied history for several years as research for a TV documentary and became very interested in archive films. I think that the fascinating thing with history is when you learn enough to see a bigger picture and if you then also begin to draw your own conclusions about the events. And I believe that those conclusions can be applied on our modern life in general. Still, I have friends of whom some are even teachers, who question why we should learn history. It is good to have different opinions than your friends sometimes. But it worries me that they are so self confident that they think what happened earlier in history doesn't affect every minute of their lives in some way. To not realise how history also helps us predict some of our future is very contradicting considering that people, critical of learning history, spend half a lifetime trying to prevent their kids from earlier generations mistakes. I came across one of the most dramatic and exiting archive reels that I have ever seen. It is a film of whaling, which was very common outside Tasmania in the old days. It probably dates to the 1920´s but this film quality was available as early as 1898.
How is that old film important today? Well, first of all, if we do the maths, we can figure out why so many whales are endangered species, since they have been hunting them systematically for over a century. Second; The hardship these men endured confirm that employers tried to push their staff to the limits for profit, which still applies today. So we should not put our hopes up for a better world until we can redirect greed towards areas of less importance. I have no idea what environmental or humanitarian enterprises could be made profitable but I'm working on it.

TV Stars

I’m still practicing cooking.
The Cooking is getting better. It all looks OK but not yet as mouth watering as on the photos in the books.
Since my dishes taste good, I decided that all I need to do now is to give my pictures some Photo Shop work. How are these “Before” and “After” pictures?



In any case, it keeps me away from bad food...most of the time.

A while ago, a friend kindly took me along to watch the TV show “Hot Seat”. It was very exciting to step into a TV studio again after 15 years away from the live TV industry.
Trying to impress my friend, I showed her how it all works and where to sit for maximum camera exposure because she wants to get famous.
After some tactical positioning she was almost guaranteed a hot spot on national TV and some degree of fame. To cut a long story short; half of the audience shots had me in them and my friend was nowhere to be seen. I must be a better Studio Director than I thought.

So called "Problem Horses"

While not much is going on in my life, I might take the opportunity to mention the number one reason for problems with horses.
Lack of physical strength!
Almost all clients horses I have ridden were presented to me because of secondary problems due to physical weakness.
Before a horse has built up strength in the top line muscles, which provide collection, they display many so called "faults" for very natural reasons.
They flick their head up when doing down-transitions, go "on the forehand" or pull the reins out of the riders hands and run off etc.
For an inexperienced rider this can appear threatening and cause more or less forced reactions, first by the rider and subsequently by the horse, reacting to the rider.
Here is a good story where the rider was worried about riding her her horse.
The mare is five years old and had a foal after being broken in.
Many riders with fear of their horses have become confident as soon as they were told some facts of nature. In more dramatic cases; that a horse can not buck with the head held high up
or; generally, a horse who rears, only flip over if the reins are pulled.
On the less dramatic end of the scale are other facts such as; when a large horse is agitated it can appear to challenge the rider because it's response is physically bigger and stronger or; very agile horses react quicker and appear more stressed or nervous when a problem occurs. The fact is that many of these horses (often thoroughbreds) are the most confident and best tempered ones. (The main reason for fear in humans, is lack of knowledge)
So, This young mare, turned out to be exceptionally calm and pleasant and she improved immediately when introduced to basic physical training and allowed the time she needed to understand the exercises.

Nothing new so far

Nothing is new in my life either. I will have a look at some pictures I have taken recently and let you know what they are. This is one of the meals I have learned to cook. Marinated Lamb Cutlets with Bacon Carbonara and snow peas came out really nice. I have now five dishes that I can do well. This is after trying a total of eight and when I have seven good ones, I can rotate every week. All that is missing now is a wife in a dark suit with a business career and three snotty kids who hates any food that I make. Then the picture would be complete and I could finally have the family I never had. No offence to my ex wife and her children. They were good but I was never too popular with any of the in laws. Once, when I turned off the power to the kids Play Station and put a padlock on the fridge, their father threatened to beat me up, so you can see why I had some communication problems. I can for my life not understand how the kids are not epileptics and obese, but the truth is that they grew up to great people, so I finally learned something from their dad. "Thanks Dad!"

The other day I had the opportunity to see the A380 take off for Los Angeles. It was a very impressing event since I was standing on the tarmac together with some colleagues. Afterwards I realised that there was almost no noise when the aircraft took off. Certainly different from last time I experienced something like this. Once I assisted a professional photographer in photographing a Jumbo Jet's front wheels during take off on a wet runway.

These were the particular requirements of the client (SAAB). They wanted their advert to show how safe their cars was on wet roads. Me and my photographer lied down on the grass just beside the beginning of the runway with a camera each ready for the aircraft to appear and take off. Since we did not calculate how wide the wing span was, we had engine number four passing us less than 20 metres away. When the pilot reved up to full throttle with all brakes on, my boss stood up, threw his $10 000 Nikon F1 on the ground and ran like hell...Being half deaf already, I could not quite see what the problem was, except my head was rattling like a maraca and I could not see much with the storm blowing into my face. The same job also resulted in one of my favourite pictures.

Shipped home

It was time to leave Tasmania. I had breakfast delivered to my room hoping for a good start of the day. For $ 14 I got the poorest meal ever.
I think they take doggy bags from the soup kitchen downtown. In sympathy with the less fortunate in Devonport, I decided to eat it all with a grateful smile. Hopefully my $ 14 helped a starving motel owner through the day or at least paid for his children’s shoes.

Taking the ferry back to Melbourne I got myself ready for a hard night out, just like on the ferries from Sweden to Finland. Floating liquor stores with human brain capacity dropping by 75% before even entering the Baltic Sea. So, with newly dyed hair, Lynx all over me, I walked up to the entertainment area, only to find a handful of badly dressed people looking slightly depressed.

They all watched the TV screens showing a documentary of an anorectic girl followed by the Ship Emergency Procedure Video.. I lost all hope of any social interaction of any kind. The atmosphere on board was like ice and I spent the next hour talking to my colleague and walk on deck figuring out the best way to make it to the life boats in case of more Icebergs.

Reality checks

It has been very hard to keep a healthy diet while being away from home without cooking facilities. I even had to rely on McDonalds “healthy choices” sometimes. Last time I entered McDonald’s, I could see the CCTV screen switching between cameras. The problem was that I could not see myself anywhere.

I asked the girl at the register if she could see me at all. She said that she did not understand the question, so at least she could hear me. I know I may lack personality, but this was ridiculous....On the other hand, perhaps this is why I sometimes can´t even trigger automatic doors to open. Well, personality or not, I still have to live with myself and during the past months I was able to make important decisions, which is exciting (-for me, that is). It has been easier than I thought to quit all my little projects that took too much time and money. With no time left over there was more stress, and I am god at stress.

It all begun in the eighties when everybody got in to the new Danish invention "Time Management". Some genius convinced the entire Western World that this could make a lot of money. Well, the Danes did. Every employee in the country was brainwashed for three day, chewed and spat out with a daily planner in the hand.
It even had a "Friends" folder so we could book the time with friends efficiently. The Yuppie Era had begun.
Every young male and female was an investment banker or an art director and nobody seemed to really produce anything.

Now, 27 years later, I am finally at home in the evenings and during the weekends, cooking, reading and just resting. It is still hard to say no to these little extra jobs that I am asked to do all the time. In my case, they never paid enough to justify the stress involved. The sad part, which I secretly find the best part, is that I get almost no phone calls these days. This indicates either a very lonely life or a very happy one. But, it is at least "Real Time Management".
In the future, my training of horses and riders will be limited to Saturdays and at a nearby equestrian centre. This means that I will not travel for hours each week to different venues to make a few extra bucks.
Sure, the prospect of becoming a wealthy professional competition rider should have eventuated if I was as good as I say. On the other hand, most really good riders with many horses to ride and all, can´t even save up to a house. Appart from racing, there is basically no money in equestrian sport.
My mentor in riding and life, Event rider Petrus Kastenman, told me that "You will never win Olympic games but damn you if you don´t try", which I did.
Trying that hard is in itself a personal success, consequently, there is less need to become a star. This leads me on to a couple of myths circulating in the equestrian sport.

Myth 1: “If you train horses, it is best to buy a horse property”.
Many horse owners believe that if they had their own property, it would cut costs and save a lot of time.
This is not true. At least not for competitive riders. Since most of us would struggle to afford a property, almost no one would then be able to buy the necessary material and build the facilities for successfull training.
Most property owners with competition horses find themselves training less consistent because of bad weather, wet grounds and lack of good jumps. They regularly transport the horse away away from their “horse property” to access sufficient facilities, spending many hours plus car costs and petrol. Often, the only way to access good facilities is to participate in lessons where you also have to pay for an instructor. The cost for keeping a horse at an agistment place with an indoor school and jumping arena, is lower than having your own place and the job gets done! This means, you win more ribbons.

Myth 2: “A horse should not cost much”
or "My father never paid more than 50 bucks for a horse".
1 - "A horse should cost around $ 3000 "
2 - "A float cost app. $ 20.000."
3 - "A $ 40.000 four wheel drive is necessary to tow it".

This list basically needs to be turned upside down.

1: Horse: $ 40.000
-Or at least pay for a good horse that is going to do the job from the start!
Most of us buy a young horse or just a cheap one with problems that we think we can fix.
Unless we are professional riders, we end up spending thousands on help to correct the horses, sometimes before we can even ride them ourselves.












2:Float/Truck: $ 20.000
- A float only needs to be safe and good for the horses to travel in.
Unfortunately, many of us want to drive around in a float or preferably a truck that make us look very successful.
3: Car: $ 5.000 (additional cost)
-Your existing car can most likely tow a float and a horse already!
A few locations you go to, may be too muddy but these places can mostly be avoided, so it is not necessary to upgrade to a new four wheel drive.
Often it is enough to put a tow bar on the existing car or just upgrade to a slightly stronger one with a tow bar.

Myth 3: “I go to many instructors and pick the parts that suits me”
Gathering different training tips all over the place and then create a working training schedule ourselves, is almost impossible. And it is confusing for everyone.
Riding students or their parents don´t have the experience to judge which methods are best? Let alone to put it together to a working system, as well as to hop on the horse and adjust it to the individual talent and age of their horse.
FEI judge Eric Lette (“The conscience of World Dressage”) told me that consistency in the training is more important than going to all the best instructors.

Most instructors are very good, and anyone who sticks to him/her will find success.
The key is that the instructor must know when it is time to send the student off to the next level. This is how it often works in some European countries. The top riders don´t forget who started them out and the top trainers have respect for trainers at lower level. They remember their names and sometimes consult them about common students.
Another benefit is that there is less room for corruption in an Equestrian Federation with such a system.
In Australia we have a wealth of talent and the quality of our horses is good enough, at least until they their education begins. Most riders need to learn how to train a young extremely talented horse. It is different to training normal horses. The only way to learn how to harvest the talent of a super horse is to go to Europe and to stay there long enough to learn it.
By the way; to bring your own horse to a German top rider for 3 months and pay a massive amount of money, does not do it. Still, the main reason for lack of international success by Australian Dressage and Show Jumping riders, is a corrupted federation.

One that could appoint someone like Harry Bolt as an "assistant" coach. This is a man who has taken Germany to several Olympic Team Gold medals. It does not matter if he did not want to carry the main responsibility for Australian Dressage or was old or too expensive or not politically correct or something. Whatever the excuse, they should just have handed over the entire show to him, paid the money and then sat down to watch and learn.
And -there would have been enough commercial value in it to attract sponsors to cover the cost.


God only knows how our Event riders manage to do so well .
I guess it is because they are mostly free spirits and more fun.

Last days in Tasmania

After two weeks of hard work I and my colleague drove up to the north coast to work in Burnie for three days. On the way through Tasmania I saw many little places where I would not mind living. At my age one appreciates peace and quiet and if I could make a living staying in a remote area, I would. We had dinner at a pub with unusually bad food and after 9PM all guests were gone, the place was dead. When we walked outside it turned out that that there was nobody anywhere else either. The locals had simply gone home after a meal out on Saturday night (I might need to reconsider my future rural lifestyle). Still, there was no sound of banjos, so I decided not to worry. On the last Sunday we went for a drive to visit the Stanley Nut.


The city of Stanley, or should I say, the street of Stanley still look like it was 150 years old. The only thing missing was a gang of bandits galloping through town.

Afterwards we went to Touchwood cafe to try their world famous scones with jam and cream. - Amazingly rich stuff that eliminates any need for food for the next 24 hours. My colleague who is a diabetic, had a scone in one hand and the insulin shot in the other, so we survived it.

I had the opportunity to see other historical places in Tasmania too. I am constantly trying to learn more about the Australian soul and people. What made them a quiet, far away nation of hard workers and heroes with a laid back lifestyle and unique humour? Only history can explain it.

Something kept Australia quite intact without any of the mayor crisis seen in most warm climate countries. Why did the Australian aboriginals not learn to use the white man´s horses and weapons straight away. Theey did not revolt to elect a PM who then worked his way up to President and finishes as a Dictator with a taste for cannibalism....or so.
Once, two Professors at Sydney Museum told me that most aboriginals could not understand that man could own land. I believe we can claim as much land as we want to and pay as many millions of dollars as we like, but we will never own the land anyway.

One day nature will create a new world without any concern for humans whatsoever.

Leaving the Maritime Museum of Devonport I was surprised by a very aggressive bird trying to kill me. It was a Plover Bird that lays its eggs directly on the ground. I believevthat the Plover Bird is a direct descendant of Tyrannosaurus Rex since it thinks it strong and that it has no natural enemies. I suppose...a bit like...a Jack Russel (Dressurschweinchen) or Oksana or My Ex whi....(Not) or The Independent MPs or... well, you get the picture.