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.
One of the men above is The Leader of the Free World, the other is Charles Manson. Below some shots taken by our friend Ian Shacklock at the recent Trump demos in London. Some adult content.Read More Trump in London
Just next to Bronte on the cobalt blue Pacific coast lies the famous Waverley Cemetery, in which bone orchard lie many famous Strayans, among whom Victor Trumper and Henry Lawson. A cricketer who played like a poet and a poet who drank like a Cossack. Rolling green hills and the broiling sea hold them close […]Read More Waverley Cemetery
Adelaide, dear readers, the Queen of the South, the Athens of the Antipodes, the Paradise of Dissent. It was here that my ancestors toiled, span and weaved, punched and ducked, danced and drank, plowed and plunked, they squeezed accordions and strummed guitars, broke horses and ran bars, sat in Parliament and stood at sit-ins. Adelaide […]Read More Adelaide…The “Rad”.
Its mind bending, life changing, immense, immeasurable and amazingly impressive. One small suggestion though, hire a car and give it several days. 2 nights on a Greyhound Bus is not only bum breaking and soul destroying and neither is it the quickest route to matrimonial happiness, as the last photo on this post shows, in […]Read More Outback Scenes
It’s 3 am in Tennant Creek, there are very pleasant feral guys talking about dogs and goats and bows and arrows. It’s like a dream being back in Oz, mostly a very pleasant one. But as every Australian knows the Northern Territory is like the past as observed by LP Hartley, they do things differently […]Read More Up the Guts on a Greyhound
Its not exactly my cup of arak though there is something to it. Also, alas, there’s no getting around the fact that the island was absolutely chockers with artist/kiddy fiddlers for many decades. Did they have some sort of network that passed the word around about Bali ? The two first works below are […]Read More Bali Art
The Ubudese live a life of ease you rarely see their Bali knees Soloans sweet as honey bees but ditto with their Java Knees Folks are playful, kind and squeezy, (Particularly those in Sulawesi). Frank Sumatrans do it their way Orangutans have awful hair days. But my fellow pale faced friends If fearful that your […]Read More Some sensible and practical advice (based on sound reasoning, close observation and awful rhyming.)