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.
I remarked to a friend the other day my surprise at how long my can of “Swedish” shaving cream has lasted. And by “Swedish Shaving Cream”, I mean, the shaving cream I bought in Sweden in July last year from my nearby ICA Supermarket. Oddly enough I have some quite strong memories about that particular shopping excursion, and not just because the shop assistant was cute and totally fascinated that I was from Australia. “It’s…
I saw a lovely couple sitting in the park on the way home tonight. I’d estimate they were in their 60s, maybe their 70s. And they were just sitting on a park bench in the dark. As I walked up the street towards home they caught my attention. For just a moment I wondered briefly about their lives. Obviously they must live in the nearby housing commission towers, because most people who use that park…
“Did you see Grace Jones” was the most popular conversation opener at last night’s “Sydney Festival Opening Night Party” at Hyde Park Barracks. Damo and I arrived there just after eleven. Quite early really, as the main crowd didn’t really arrive until about 11.30. Once inside, we had a bite to eat, a drink, and a wander around to see who we knew. Whenever we met someone there was the obligatory review of Grace Jones’…
Grace Jones was just a tiny spot on the stage last night, but she still managed to fill The Domain. She was, of course, the star attraction for the Sydney Festival First Night. And for me, the main attraction. In common with a lot of similarly aged poofs, I’ve been a Grace Jones fan for a long, long, time. At about the age of eighteen I remember seeing, “Walking In The Rain” being played on…
“This is what I love about living in Surry Hills”, I told my friend Graeme as we walked down one of the many undiscovered back lane-ways of “my hood”. We were on our way from drinks with his work-mates to having a couple of bevvies of Oxford Street. Looking for the most direct route, we walked through a couple of lane-ways with a real sense of adventure. Well, actually, we were looking for the route…