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.
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 […]Read More Talk to Strangers
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
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, […]Read More Bondi to Bronte
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
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 unbelievable. Some divine hand is moving across the land and parading wonders continually before our astonished gazes. We had just finished breakfast, knocked back an offer of a free and undoubtedly superb chocolate milkshake. Probobly the greatest chocolate milkshake ever made but we just couldn’t fit it in, Out onto Todd St Mall and […]Read More Alice Springs Anzac Day Parade
This is a story by Melissa Keough, a South Australian journalist writing for a newsletter called South Australia Today. We don’t usually just copy stories like this but love this one, it’s Anzac Day, we’re home after a year away, and feeling swamped by sentimentality and love for this great country, our home, Australia. This […]Read More The One Armed Shearer
A slice of Alice on Anzac Day. We emerged from the lovely Diplomat Motor Inn, we’d missed the Dawn Service but comforted ourselves with the thought that the ANZAC’s would have rather been in a comfy bed too. Still, we might get a glimpse of the March ? So out we trundled when suddenly with […]Read More Jimmy