Sydney is a rare treat, and now it’s my home, I’m excited. It’s only 50 years older than Adelaide and Melbourne and yet it feels much more venerable. An ancient street design in its oldest part, think Benares and Babylon, a comparison underlined by the towering ziggurat like structures at either end of the bridge. […]Read More A Stroll Through Sunny Sydney.
A particularly magical part of the world this country Victoria. A whole generation of cashed up hippie musicians and artists from Melbourne and flotillas of gorgeous and immaculate gay guys from the hospitality sector in Sydney have met half way (so to speak) and created a joyous outburst of fine dining and sweet living. God […]Read More Benders to Beeches
Our beloved sister Colleen and her lovely husband Graeme live in a little oasis, Pompoota, out Mannum way. “Where” ? We hear you cry. “ Mannum,” we reply, and when you continue to stare blankly we helpfully add, “You know, out Murray Bridge way.” “Ahhh”, you respond, and settle back comfortably in your chair, confident […]Read More Pompoota
Well, kind of, Darwin anyway, but it sure feels like home to us. Big beautiful friendly flat accents all over the shop, Portuguese cab driver, American transit cop, Kiwis, black and white fellas of every shade. It feels cosmopolitan and relaxed and we are breathing it in in big delicious gulps. Here’s my lovely one […]Read More HOME !
The Happy Clappers were aboard, or, as our cousins across the Tasman would call them, the Hippie Clippers. They were a happy bunch too, charismatic Christians from all over Indonesia, gathering in Jakarta to pray for the successful re-election of the current PM, Joko Widodo. There was, honestly, Happy. A lovely guy, very bright and […]Read More The Happy Clappers
Can erstwhile PM and full time nerd K Rudd be following us ? Is he in deep cover throughout SE Asia on some covert mission for the UN trying to scrape those last few votes together ? Certainly at one stage he seemed to be taking on the physical shape of Gareth-Gareth Evans, Australia’s other […]Read More Rudd-anoia
Now HERE is the last blog from Bangers, luckily for you all there’s no wifi at the station or on the train. Here is the sensational Dum sim from the Shanghai mansions. Served by the incredibly beautiful and kind Ruby. When Ruby asked after “Madam” and I explained that K was in Adelaide to be […]Read More So I lied. Get used to it powderpuffs.
Through the shining streets we walked, down alleys and lanes. Did Kolkata disappoint ? What do you think ? We were pondering the big issues and contemplating tiffin. Came back to the muddy earth just briefly before our heads were plunged into the glittering Stars again in the shape of the fabulous Park Show House. […]Read More Calcutta Cinema & Cemetery
Big date night, concert and dinner, but first, a haircut on Lake View Rd. $1. Next, a rattling good ride on the impressive Kolkata Metro from Kalighat to Park St, 2 return tickets, 40 cents. Down Chowringhee past the stalls and colour and excitement, the throbbing and hustling, to the beautiful courtyard of the Indian […]Read More How to show a girl a good time on $7.83
Primitive customs, memories of skin cells and metaphysical degrees of separation collide when we consider the strange case of the man that shook the hand…that shook the hand. I know dear friend, for I AM that man. But don’t reach for your guns. Not just yet anyway. Most people collect stamps, coins, bottle tops, scalps, shrunken […]Read More The hand that shook the hand…that shook the hand, (and other brushes with fame.)