Out here at the farm, in the sticks, the boondocks, there’s usually one thing you can count on to be lovely. And that’s an evening of rain. But, like the incidence of rain itself, rural Australia is a fickle mistress. Listening to the storm outside, I was happily holed up in my bedroom, watching …
2020, what a shitshow, and I don’t just mean the bushfires. Or the pandemic. I mean, a few weeks ago, right about the time the United States was clearing out their own shit, so was I. Rest assured, since moving to the farm, I have managed to avoid anything too gross. There was a frog … Continue reading
Things suck at the moment, don’t they? The threat of nuclear war. Cyber and workplace bullying. Sexual harassment. Every pop icon of our eighties childhood dying. Terrorists. Sydney house prices. It all sucks. There’s something to be said for the saturation of information and opinion presented as fact on social media channels encouraging severe anxiety … Continue reading
You move to Sydney with your boyfriend, you break up, you move in with a flatmate and an awesome puppy, and life is suddenly smooth. So, what’s next? It’s a tale as old as time, or at least as old as Perfect Match. You go on TV to find true love! Enter First Dates, the … Continue reading
A month or so ago, I swiped a guy on Tinder that looked exactly like Steve Sanders from Beverly Hills 90210. I should explain. In 1992, while all my pre-teen friends were falling in love over the brooding, wrinkly, surfer douchebag Dylan, or hitching themselves to the train of idealistic, intensely gelled, journalist-to-be nerd Brandon, … Continue reading
WARNING – CYNICAL APPROACH TO POLITICS CONTAINED WITHIN Politics is becoming a bit depressing for me at the mo, so I’ve decided to cope with it by putting it in terms I can understand. Namely, The Simpsons. As explained in The Simpsons, koalas are a hardy and wily creature, not to be trusted. They also like to … Continue reading
It’s a New Year, and, though I’ve only done this once before, welcome to my New Year’s post. When I was young, I lived in Newcastle. We had a game we always played in Newcastle, which was called, “dump us!” Getting dumped has become a recurring theme in my adult life as well (amiright!), … Continue reading
I was running the other day. I like to run, and I started when I was eleven. However, it’s not been without its traumas. When I was 12, my primary school entered me into an under-13 race, which I won. Then they found out my age, and stripped me of the title. Who … Continue reading
My boyfriend said to me the other day, “Writers are weirdos! But don’t worry, because you’re not one.” This led to immediate outrage on my part. What do you mean I’m not a writer? Sure, I’ve never had a book published, sure my last freelance gig was years ago, sure I only really write regularly … Continue reading
It’s been a year since I started this blog. I’m incredibly appreciative of the people who read it. This blog has been an opportunity for me to write whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like it. A little creative side dish that helps me appreciate work, friends, family, life and living in Australia even … Continue reading
State of Origin It’s no secret that I’ve wanted to move to Sydney for a long time. Moving to Brisbane when I was four years old and had no choice in the matter has long been the thorn in my side. Now that I’m here, it’s tempting to put on the rose-coloured glasses for Queensland. … Continue reading
