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.
So I’ve been to one of Sydney’s new “small Melbourne-style bars”. Well, strictly speaking it wasn’t a “small bar” in the way Clover Moore has described and legislated them, it was still a “restaurant”, but it had all the characteristics of a “small bar” thus re-inforcing my earlier point previous licencing laws could already deliver this type of establishment, it was just a question of “will” and “market demand”. That argument aside, it was pretty…
I don’t exactly know how it happened, but it’s happened: sometime in the last week or so I became addicted to Swedish pop-jazz-rock group, Bo Kaspers Orkester. This, of course, replaces my previous week’s addition to the work of Swedish pop singer, Magnus Carlsson. One of the things I really love about Magnus is his perfect diction. As someone who is currently learning how to speak Swedish, it’s really great to be able to listen…
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw the Christmas Decorations in the David Jones window, when I walked past there ealier tonight. Even though I live close to the city, I don’t often go past there, as I’m not a particularly good “shopper”. Wandering around shops is not my idea of a good time. And so when I saw the DJs windows tonight I was genuinely surprised. I know I shouldn’t be,…
“There’s nothing quite like going out for breakfast on a weekday”, was the general consensus at our daily staff meeting today. I mentioned to everyone that, because my friend Patrick was in town, we had taken the opportunity for a “little pleasure” and went out for breakfast at a nearby cafe. One of my colleagues noted her “local cafe” had also been packed this morning. Someone told me the other week that in a recession,…
“Forty-three is one of those kinds of ‘nothing’ ages”, I told Damien over dinner the other night. 18, 21, 30, 40, 65 etc are all momentous birthdays in many ways. Even thirty-five is also quite a momentous one, as I think it’s probably the real marker between “youth” and “adulthood”. And then you have odd number birthdays like 37 and 41 which have been celebrated in song. In her song, “The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan”,…