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.
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 […]
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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 […]
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Incredibly…somehow…you’ll be shocked gentle reader but it’s true…we left Adelaide…the crucible of democracy, birthplace of the Arts, rivers of fine wine and bubbling beer brooks. Crumbling cliffs of Golden North Honey Ice Cream, Menz Yo-Yo biscuits standing stiffly in a row, Woodroofe’s lemonade flowing from the fountains, King George Whiting the size of blue-fin tuna […]
Read More North by North East
In Don Dunstan’s Day (past Callington way) ‘Twas promised a shining new Polis would rise. But…it’s still just pioneers with long dried up tears and six feet of clay to try on for size.
Read More Monarto 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 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
Rushed snaps on the way out of Bali. Gee, I don’t know a lot about what I like but I DO know a lot about art. But, having said that I’ll leave it up to your sublime judgement our most sophisticated and aesthetic readers. Naive or just Naff ? Primitive or just painfully bad ?
Read More Bad Bali Cats
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 […]
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