We’ve been away up north in coastal Urunga, NSW. What a lazy, lovely, spectacular place it is. It was hard to come home to our mouldy, dark, lazy, lovely Sydney workers’ hovel. Robinson wore a RAVING INNER CITY LUNATIC t-shirt up north. The fact that we’re inner city lunatics now, not workers, welcomed us back … Continue reading NEXT OF KIN
I got a cold call from the Sydney Symphony Orchestra a few days ago and was half way through fobbing the woman off - ‘my toaster’s on fire’ - when she mentioned that I still had $180 credit with them. She wondered if I’d prefer to spend it or donate it. Spend, spend, spend I … Continue reading BACK TO BEETHOVEN
I’m pretty sure the best thing about Monkeypox is the name. I’ve seen pictures of the pustules caused by the virus and they don’t look like much fun, but on a brighter note, at least you can say you’ve got Monkeypox! You can stand proud (and socially distanced) in a crowd of snivellers complaining about … Continue reading WHAT’S IN A NAME?
Robinson has done the right thing by old people everywhere and lost her Gold Opal card. She’s reinforced the stereotype. She’s the mad old woman on the bus, except she’s no longer on the bus. For those who don’t live in Sydney, a Gold Opal lets you use public transport all day long for $2.50. … Continue reading OLD GOLD
Something odd happened in the garden today. No, not meadow lovemaking. It’s too cold. Rather, I sat on a garden chair to do the weeding and to plant seedlings. I’ve never done that before in all my wild days, my mad existence. Normally I get down and dirty on my knees or bend from a … Continue reading TAKE A SEAT