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
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
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 […]Read More Out your Northern Terri-tree
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 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
The opium trade wasn’t just about “evil” Britishers imposing their terrible and implacable will upon child like and helpless asians. Some Indians were forced to grow opium, others made enormous profits from it. There is nothing childlike about Asian people, particularly the Chinese, or for that matter the Indians. They are, and always have been, […]Read More Opium, not of, but for the people