The other day my son said he needed some new clothes. Now I’m lucky, because he doesn’t care about labels and would rather have lots of cheap clothes than one or two designer pieces. Except when it comes to hiking gear. And he is still enjoying the suit I bought him for his year 12 [...]
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I’ve been watching preview copies of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. I loved the books and I enjoyed the first two episodes which felt like an Aussie 30s style Midsomer Murders. What’s not to like about that? I must say that the fashion of the day wasn’t all that flattering. That said, I like the hats. [...]
There are a few times during your life when you feel like a grown up. You know, even at the age of forty-something-let’s-not-go-there, inside I still feel 17…okay maybe 22, are you the same? And when I look in the mirror or catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window of the train sometimes [...]
So I walked past this window display the other day. It’s been there for a while but today I actually looked at it. I’m not sure I like it. It’s probably an ironic statement about the skeletal frames we see on the catwalk but even so… I mean it’s not Halloween or anything. Does it [...]
It all started with The West Wing. I love The West Wing. I watched the whole series on DVD a few years ago and yes I’ve cried during episodes. But I haven’t watched it since we’ve had a democrat in The White House. I like to think that Obama’s White House is just like the [...]
Well winter in Perth anyway which is pretty mild. Cool enough to wear boots. No need for a parka. And yes I know it’s not winter yet. And one shower does not a winter make. Oh but wasn’t it nice to wake up to a washed world yesterday. To not feel hot. To wear boots [...]
Gotta love Sydney. Well I do. I guess it’s because I spent a couple of months at a critical age in this fair town… and because I consider Sydney to be to Perth’s somewhat brash teenage self an… Older, gay uncle? Worldly, confident spinster aunt? Or is that Melbourne? Whatever… I love Sydney. I love [...]
So it’s nine o’clock on a Saturday morning. I feel runover. Not from excessive partying… We went out to the new state theatre last night and a civilised affair it was too. And even though yes, I did indulge in a mojito in the late afternoon with Ali… She of the sculpture, I stopped at [...]
No. Not my underpants. My son gave me a pair of minimalist footwear for Christmas. Footwear with bling.
