The Penultimate.

I traipse up the hill, then down again after finishing work, to meet a friend. I take the main streets. I walk on the road. I phone a friend. My clammy body smells of a double shift, on my feet again, muscles sore from yoga and hospitality. It’s a nice kind of pain. An honest … Continue reading

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A Year In Retrospect, Almost.

So it occurs to me today that I have thirty-one posts remaining in my Year With Leonard Cohen. 31. A lot less than 356. A lot less than 100. It’s a small digit. Particularly when you consider all the things I wanted to achieve in that time– and a few of the things I’d never … Continue reading

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Once Upon A Time…

Some eccentric little oddball las decided to write a blog every day for a year. The idea was born of a sojourn she made one night from Darlinghurst to Surry Hills, the day of Michael Jacksons death. As she walked she heard big, bold anthems spewing out of bars and restaurants and terrace houses all … Continue reading

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