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24.01.2022 Calling all Festival fans, Old Pirates, old foes from other Central North clubs and old Tamworth mates that's right, we're all old!. It's my Tamworth launch of my new book FAIR CRACK OF THE WHIP. Get along to the Pirates Rugby Club on Saturday Jan 25, 6.30pm for some yarns, a sausage sizzle, surprise guests and maybe even a bit of a Muz Roast (plenty of ammunition). $20 a ticket with $5 going to The Westpac Rescue Helicopter.... 16C Kent St, Sth Tamworth. Near West League Club. Opposite the Pool. See more

23.01.2022 Folks, my new book goes to print this week and should be on the shelves of all good bookstores by early December. It's a Best of + a lot of new poems and a sel...ection of newspaper columns. RRP is $29.99. If you're not near a bookshop or you want to pre-order go to Wilkinsonpublishing.com.au press the New Releases, click on my book, on new page order book then press Go to Checkout and you can get a 20% discount (plus postage). Just type MUZ2019 into the discount code. Bulk orders see below. This could be a good present for staff/clients. Just slip your own Xmas card inside the front cover. For bulk orders of 20 or more there is a 30% discount plus postage. For bulk orders please email [email protected] Thanks to Melanie Jenson for the cover pic and huge thanks to Michael Wilkinson and Jess Lomas at Wilkinson Publishing. They've done a great job putting this together. Please share See more

21.01.2022 How’s this for fuel prices F3 Southbound for Sydney

21.01.2022 Sunrise near Wallabadah

20.01.2022 Look at this great crew! Debbie L. Maddie R and Tim Evans presenting Legend now official! Murray Hartin with his very own Lounge Bar at the Royal Hotel Moree, great night and congratulations Muz on the book Fair Crack of the Whip !!!!!!!! Unbelievably you will live on forever now lol

20.01.2022 Happy National Ag Day. Here's another poem (inspired by Will Ogilvie) from my new book Fair Crack of The Whip with a special verse for National Ag Day today. I'...m in Perth for the big dinner tonight. The pic is my late Dad, Kev, driving the old faithful Case. The Farmer The Pearl of Them All Australia is chock-full of champions And history will keep safe their names We share moments of proud men and women Who have climbed to the top of their game, They provide us with great inspiration But if I may make a very big call If the aim is to recognise champions I think The Farmer’s the Pearl of Them All. See the tough game he’s in never ends And the playing field’s often quite rough You need wet stuff to fill up the rain gauge Talent and hope aren’t enough Resilience plays a huge factor Without it the greatest may fall And our champion has got it in spades The Farmer, The Pearl of Them All Plus courage to push through the hard times You need it to last on the land While the Rain Gods can smile on you sweetly Control can still slip from your hands Too much is as bad as too little A flood rocks him right to the core But he mops up and continues the battle The Farmer, The Pearl of Them All Sometimes there are knee-jerk reactions From those who are desperate for votes Who pretend to be well-versed in matters But wouldn’t know chick peas from oats While he tries to make sense of this madness That again puts his back to the wall Each day he heads out to the paddock The Farmer, The Pearl of Them All Look, it’s not all bad luck and crook seasons When the planets align life is sweet He knows when he gets a fair go His produce is real hard to beat He’ll knock the froth off a couple of cold ones And most likely have a few more To celebrate the life he has chosen The Farmer The Pearl of Them All And that’s why we’re all here tonight It’s what National Ag Day’s about To give hope to all folk on the land If they won’t listen we’ll stand up and shout For bushies love getting together, Just whistle, they’ll soon hear the call And gather to honour their brethren The Farmers The Pearls of Them All So next time the talk turns to heroes A subject of much great debate And you discuss who befits such a title Spare a thought for our battling mate In the history of all things Australian He has well-earned the right to walk tall So please raise a glass to our champion The Farmer The Pearl of Them All. Murray Hartin Inspired by Will Ogilvie’s classic poem ‘The Pearl of Them All’.

20.01.2022 Heading to Trangie to spin a few yarns on Saturday Nov 30, 7pm. Dave Dugan of Delta Ag and my long lost cousin Jason Hartin of Hartin Schute Bell have teamed up... to put on a show for their clients at The Trangie RSL Club. $10/ticket. Dave said tickets are limited so he suggests you drop into the club and get your tickets early to save disappointment. Meals from 5.30pm major raffle and meat trays. Rocking Robbie will be there for a sing and dance afterwards See more

17.01.2022 A new poem from my new book Fair Crack of The Whip (in shops soon) and it's about Campdrafting! True story (almost). * For the uninitiated Campdrafting is a hor...se and cattle sport unique to Australia in which a rider on horseback must ‘cut out’ one beast from the mob of cattle in the yard, referred to as ‘the camp’. They then steer the beast out of the yard and through a course around pegs involving right and left hand turns in a figure eight, before guiding it through two pegs known as ‘the gate’. Riders are not allowed to yell so many make a ‘ch ch’ sound to help steer the beast. The Nebo Slouch Hat Draft Kay Paton called me up, first time we’d ever spoke, She said ‘Muz, head on up to Nebo, spin some yarns and tell some jokes, ‘It’s what we call The Slouch Hat Draft, a really cracking show’, I’ve got a poem called The Slouch Hat, so I said ‘Okay, I’ll go’. I left Moree and drove to Brissie, then flew up to Mackay Well, some call it Ma-Kay, but no one can tell me why I think the ones who say Ma-Kay are North Queensland all the way And they love Ma-Kay because it rhymes with G’day, ay. James Whitehead met me at the airport, cheeky smile on his dial, He said ‘Muz, we’ll just pick up your digs, it’ll only take a little while’. Now for my accommodation Kay said I had a trailer, Geez, just like the movie stars, the flashest poet in Australia. Turned out it was a horse-float, but still had all the fancy bits. You know, mattress, blankets, pillow, no doubt exactly like Brad Pitt’s. We stopped at Eton for refreshments, Lazy Bears and beers Then straight to the Nebo campdraft, I hadn’t been to one for years. And what a bloody set-up, not many better in the State, Unhooked the trailer, made my bed, went and tracked down Kay. Met The Legend, Trevor Shelley, they say he’s got feet like Fred Astaire, Trev’s the chief announcer and he can talk the legs off chairs. Had an early night, now look, I’m a pretty heavy sleeper But woke at six with Trevor’s voice booming through the speakers. Geez, this mob start early, which for me’s a bit like hell, And as I found out later on, they can stay up late as well! Had a shower, ate some breaky, bacon, toast and eggs Then spent the best part of the day in the box with Wade and Trev. They put me in charge of time, which would have my good mates laughing, Dekka would’ve warned ‘Don’t ever give that job to Hartin!’. But look I didn’t go too bad, I had the best seat in the joint Watching brilliant riders and their horses racking up the points. Non-stop action til the sun went down, ate dinner, told some yarns, Had to find a drinking partner, so I headed to the bar. This fella called Greg Sibson wandered up and said ‘Hello’, Said we’d tied one on at Bowen River about 10 years ago. Picked up where we left off, the Bundy started flowing, Ten o’clock and time for bed but there was no way I was going. Lights out at one and up at six, more Trevor in the speakers, Eggs Benedict for breakfast, a bit bloodshot in the peepers. We’d come to The Slouch Hat Draft, the trophy was displayed, A beautiful bronze sculpture of a Slouch Hat Kay had made. Now from what I’d learnt the day before, to win any campdraft cup If you can’t ‘Ch Ch Ch’ don’t even bother turning up!! You’ll hear ‘Ch Ch’s in the camp, lots of ‘Ch Ch’s on the course You’ll even hear the ‘Ch Ch Ch’s coming from the bloody horse!! It’s like a stutter-fest but no other words come out, Just ‘Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch’, it seems that’s what it’s all about. Now the competition it was fierce, the final full of guns But bloody Trevor changed the rules just to have a bit of fun. He invoked a ‘Ch Ch’ quota, made it retrospective, And this new rule achieved its goal if losing mates was Trev’s objective. Pete Komiskey suffered most, a former Slouch Hat Champ, He only had six ‘Ch Ch’s left and he used them in the camp! See, if you’ve got no ‘Ch Ch’s when you’re outside on the course, Well, it’s pretty much the same as going ’round without a horse. Poor Pete had Buckley’s chance, others too were spanked, But Prossy’s Donna Watts on Shannon had lots of ‘Ch Ch’s in the tank. Yes, Donna Watts, she got the chocolates, won The Slouch Hat, what a star! A nd Sibo, me and Trevor joined the big crowd at the bar, Where they’ve only got one rule, and never put it to the test, Don’t upset Glen the Barman or you’ll end up second best. And I made a lot more friends like Andy, Hugo, Steve and Chris And Lizzie, the new age Jillaroo, who loves blowing cows a kiss. Bec belted out the songs, Sibo and I kept drinking rum, I might have woke up crook again but I had a lot of fun. I farewelled the Magic Crew and all my newfound friends And I don’t know if they want me but I’ll be coming back again. See, I’ve had a 2020 vision and come up with a plan, I’ll be competing here next year and they’ll be calling me The Man. See, I’m not gonna enter just to tell folks I’ve been in it, No, I’ll learn to ride and learn to ‘Ch Ch’, come back and bloody win it! Murray Hartin 2019 Pic shows a smiling James Whitehead after showing me my "trailer" accommodation. To pre-order my new book go to wilkinsonpublishing.com.au, go to the New releases, press on my book, when you get to payment type in MUZ2019 into the discount code for a 20% discount off the $29.99 RRP (+ postage). For bulk orders, 20 or more) email [email protected] for a 30% discount (+ postage). Make a great gift for clients/staff. Just slip your Xmas card inside the front cover.

16.01.2022 SPIRIT. YouTube clip. Tap to start. I wrote this poem for Australia Day four years ago. I added a slide show to it and some haunting didgeridoo completes the package. Hope you like it. Spirit is in my new book Fair Crack Of The Whip which you can buy online at wilkinsonpublishing.com.au

08.01.2022 Dubbo Roos Presentation Night @ The Commercial Hotel on Friday 9th October with special guest Murray Hartin. #DubboRoos

03.01.2022 Your welcome :)

01.01.2022 Muz - The Fourth Ella!! (The slow, fat one).Here's my tribute to The Ellas which is included in the new book Fair Crack of The Whip ELLA MAGIC The noble game of... rugby has had its heroes throughout time, Men as tough as nails who did the hard yards rain or shine, Kicked into position, percentage was the key, They played it tight and played it smart in their quest for victory. Dedicated trainers, just a special bunch of fellas But for pure entertainment you just had to watch The Ellas. Mark and Glen and Gary, what really can you say, Well, maybe Ella, Ella, ELLA!, if your name is Gordon Bray. Three young boys from Larpa who became a household name, They were the true disciples of what we call the running game. Yes these sons of May and Gordon played to win but played for fun And their recipe for good times was to take the ball and run. Silken hands, explosive speed, the step, the swerve, the pass, You can talk percentage and talk structure but there’s no substitute for class. The class to back your instinct and the skill to see it through, If you never saw the Ellas play well more the pity you. Flamboyance wrapped in talent made the package so complete And when the Ellas turned it on they brought the people to their feet, From Matraville to Myrtle Green and then the Green and Gold It’s a pity when they made these blokes someone broke the mould. It seems the legacy they left us has been sadly locked away And the running game is doing time but soon will come the day, Yes the day of liberation when the running game’s set free And the crowd will rise as one in sheer rugby ecstasy As the ball is thrown wide from inside the twenty-two, A dummy then an inside flick, the fullback’s gone straight through! The five-eighth’s on his left hand side, the centre’s on his right, Three men left to beat and the tryline’s now in sight, A step, a grin, a no-look pass, a switch, acceleration, The try is scored, the stand goes wild, unbridled celebration. But wafting through the gathering is a sense of deja vous, That old bloke’s got the feeling, his best mate’s got it too, And as the memories surface and the daylight slowly fades You’ll hear a father tell his son That’s how the Ellas played. Murray Hartin Check out my post before this to witness a bit of MARKELLA! Magic