Since 2002, I’ve been writing here about life, the universe, and everything. My interests include genealogy, history, and the arts. More recently, since July 2023 I’ve been writing about my experiences as a below-the-right-knee amputee.
After rising late, we headed off to Fyshwick for lunch. Yes, Fyschwick, the suburb name you most commonly associate with furniture warehouses, firecrackers, brothels and porn, now has a restaurant as well. As you might expect from an industrial estate, the location for Zierholz Brewery isn’t all that great. But once you walk through the door it’s pleasantly surprising. It’s simple, basic, obviously done on a budget, though with a good eye for style. Just…
I can’t remember the last time I got a nightclub stamp. Aside from the first glow-in-the-dark stamp I received twenty years or so ago from Tracks nightclub in Brisbane, nightclub stamps are mostly fairly forgettable. But the one I got tonight from Cube nightclub in Canberra has to go down in history as the first one I’ve ever seen based around a daytime tv quiz show. As with the last time we came to Canberra,…
As I write this I’m on hold to my internet provider. I’ve been with them for several years and have been “rewarded” as a loyal customer on a couple of occasions. But tonight, I’ve really got the shits with them. A few weeks ago I decided to upgrade my broadband connection to ADSL2+, and, at the time, received terrific telephone support. The guy was great, and decided that, because I’d been such a long-term loyal…
I didn’t mean to end up eating take-away pizza tonight, especially on such a warm night, but somehow it happened. Grant and I were supposed to go to see the recently-released film “Angel”, at a film night organised by the Swedish Church in Sydney. We were both looking forward to it, even though we had both read some awful reviews on the internet. The film-maker, Colin Nutley, has made some really great films. But this…
I spotted some Obama Coffee on someone’s desk at work today. Obamaccino, to be precise. Classic eh? As I’ve arrived home from work, I’m trying to decide between staying up to watch/listen to the inauguration, as opposed to getting a few hours sleep. I suspect this is going to be one of those “where were you when…?” kind of events. I loved listening to the older black Americans on the radio this morning who remembered…