It Goes Like This, The Fourth, The Fifth…

Ladies and gentlemen… It’s a lazy, windy afternoon in rainy Darlinghurst. I’ve spent most of the day editing and napping. It’s been delightful. I’ve not spoken all day, except for, well, I’ve spoken twice. Once to the Muslim at the corner shop who hates his job and once to the Jewish guy at Vintage Cellars … Continue reading

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A Family Dinner.

“What’s that? You got friends,” pappa asks. “Nar mate, tis my blog alarm.” “You have a blog alarm?” “Yeah mate.” There’s laughter. There’s always laughter at family dinners. It wouldn’t really matter what I did, really. I don’t think. There’d be laughter. “Suzanne takes you down… Where she blogs on your dongle…” He chuckles to … Continue reading

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So I’ve Finally Figured Out What’s Wrong With The World.

Good gawd.

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And All I’ve Ever Learned From Love Is How To Shoot Somebody Who Out Drew Ya…

I have had a mad, mad, stupendously successful day of meetings and formatting and writing and submitting. And a rather horrific encounter with Australia Post, which I shall detail at a later date. What I’d like to write about this evening, however, is a question that was posed to me at the end of a … Continue reading

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Mondays, Office Politics and Imogen Heap:

I’ve got a deadline this afternoon that is fastly looming so I can’t spend too much time here today… I’ve got another roast on the go, as I am attempting to make my deadline of 4:30pm, dine with a friend and then get my heeled ass down to The Metro to see Imogen Heap by … Continue reading

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