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I have a new editor. This one is quite insistent I keep writing as he peers over my shoulder. He’s tough. He wonders why I …
I have a new editor. This one is quite insistent I keep writing as he peers over my shoulder. He’s tough. He wonders why I …
The guys in the countryside (this is further out than Newtown in case you’re wondering) are an interesting group. There are some slim pickings in …
I traverse the city to work each morning, dodging wildly pushed prams by ballet slippered mums and suited dads with curly haired half pyjamas half …
I hazard to say that men are universally the same, no matter their persuasion. I am trying to teach a straight girlfriend the rules on …
No this column isn’t about a new back, sack and crack method. I have been having a reoccurring dream. Every time I dream about it, …
This week we saw Jason Collins become the first gay male professional athlete in a major US team sport. Yes, that was a lot of criteria …
I love autumn in Sydney. You get the European summer – the warm days, cool nights. Gelato sticky webbed fingers, twenty three degree sea water …
My very dear and very German mate Claus became an Aussie last Friday afternoon. It was a warm autumn afternoon standing outside waiting at the …
I’m angling for forgiveness after this tirade, certainly not permission to have it. Guilty or not, I don’t care. I am furious that people can …
I forgot it was parent/teacher night until I was dragged kicking and screaming up to the school the other night. Dawn was gossiping with the …