One day, not so long ago, somewhere between three and four decades ago, but who’s counting, I had the misfortune of accidentally sending the garbage bin in the bathroom crumbling to the floor. Whoopsies.
Dad heard the crash and commotion, popped his head in.
It's that special time of year - Scorpio Season. And I thought the best star sign ever deserved a fable, our own Scorpio fairytale, something to tell the kids at bedtime forever more. I hope you like it.
Father was suddenly so old and frail, no longer able to...
If the doctor wants to guide another, or even accompany him a step of the way, he must feel with that person’s psyche. He never feels it when he passes judgment. Whether he puts his judgments into words or keeps them to himself makes not the slightest difference. To ta...
Spoiler alert; I’m writing about the newly released Joker and, as much as I’ll try to avoid specific plot details, I’m sure to give crucial tidbits away. So, if you’re yet to see this masterpiece, read on carefully or not at all. I’d hate for anything I scribble to det...
I stumbled upon Kenneth Cook’s masterpiece two days ago while killing time before a meeting, waltzing about in a Barangaroo bookshop I never knew existed. There she was hey. The 1961 published novel(la) that spawned the greatest Aussie film we may ever produce. Well, a...
In this age of Aspirational Nihilism, where not giving a f*ck (with subtlety) has become inspirational, where the lure of stale mediocrity wants desperately to permeate our every pore, these are my 8 props to help me never give in to the nihilist despots, to timelessly...
Apologies, I’ve been lazy this year in my Bachelor dedication. Rest assured though, I’ve kept a knowing finger on its throbbing pulse from a safe and reputable distance and feel adequately in the know to put a few thoughts to page about last night’s surprise ejection....
Like most Australians, most humans in general really, I live on the coast. I wouldn’t have it any other way. To surf, swim, squish sand between my toes, feel sun kissing my skin and salt bleaching my hair, this is what makes life worth living, what gets me up each morn...
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly s...
“About Time” does, for the most part, fool you into believing this is a story about a young man who is desperate for love, to find the girl of his dreams and indulge in the happily ever after. Nothing wrong with that. But what slowly becomes apparent is the true love s...
I suppose it’s always been this way, an ever-repeating global path of least resistance towards basking in conflict. I’ve become acutely aware of this defining human trait while beavering away to construct stories the gatekeepers of mass media will believe worthy of pur...
The Scorpios roaming contemporary life find themselves in a strange bind, possessing a sting in their tail that can bring anyone of any size to their demise, but having very few actual enemies deserving of such harsh treatment. We don’t live in some barren desert with...
I feel so bad, so dirty, even contemplating writing a bad word about the wonder of George R.R.’s creation. And knowing that George’s creation has been sullied by the murky Hollywood Shadow Gods of television production is somewhat relieving. I feel some solace in not t...
To earn some sweet extra dosh in my teens, during the golden age of the mid 90’s, I used to pick up my much younger sister Eloise, and much, much younger bro, Marky Boy, from their after school care centre and we’d walk home together. I’m sure some stubbornly thrifty p...
Making my way through customs at Dublin airport the official with the round face and kind blue eyes asked me if I had family in Ireland. “Nah mate.” He smiled, stamped my Aussie passport and looked me in the eye as he handed it back, politely shaking his head, “trust m...
