Talk to Strangers

People are very approachable, generally speaking. We shy away from talking to other people for all sorts of bizarre reasons. Other people won’t like it, we can’t whack up the ginger, whatever. Personally, I’ve found that people love being approached and talked to, and many of them have the most extraordinary stories. Here is one […]

Bondi to Bronte

We crossed deep seas and traversed mighty rivers, were washed up like brave Ulysses and found ourselves on Sydney’s oh so sacred soil, safe in the heaving bosom of our fellow arbourbridginis we allowed ourselves a little interpretative dance of Joy. Seen below our humble representation of the history of the development of Australian industry, […]

Benders to Beeches

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 […]

Pompoota

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 […]

Adelaide…The “Rad”.

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 […]

Out your Northern Terri-tree

Gee but it’s great to be back home. Characters everywhere, home of the brave, land of the free. Here’s some of them. We’re still feeling Asian at the moment, (as we are and should, they are our very dear brothers and sisters,) so the little red sand ant hills in the NT desert remind us […]

Guns and Roses ? No. Gongs and Marigolds. Yes !

For many centuries the Prias and Wanitas of Bali loved nothing more than to stand about in their lovely gardens at home, the Wanitas artfully balancing enormous floral displays on their heads, the Prias enthusiastically banging drums and gongs and generally making a hell of a racket. What could be more fun ? Well, nothing, […]