Seasonal signs in Melbourne
In ancient days folks didn’t have wall calendars or desk diaries to check what the date was. Instead, the passage of time …
Solo sortie to the literati front
I was flying solo at this year’s Melbourne Writers Festival, as my usual co-pilot was MIA somewhere north of the border. It …
Well that’s settled then
Remember my angst over the inclusion of the apostrophe in the Sydney Writers’ Festival? Well it seems the organisers of the Melbourne …
Tourists in our own city
Paris? Pah! Who needs to fly half-way around the world to visit the French capital when one of the world’s greatest cities is literally on …
We romped on Sunday
Yesterday, we headed into the city to take part in this year’s Melbourne City Romp. The Romp, which is part-Amazing Race, part-puzzle, …
A delicate shade of raw umber – the Yarra River
The Yarra River, which flows through the centre of Melbourne skirting the CBD, is much maligned for its muddy colour. I’ve always …
Just your regular day out in Melbourne.
Giant umbrellas. Giant naked men. Giant sleeping heads. And teeny, tiny women gossipping. Not to mention the newborn baby the size of …
Stand still and marvel at the changes
When you live and work in a city day after day, change just creeps up on you. An industrial wasteland becomes a …
So, what did YOU do on your weekend?
It was that special time of the year again. Longtime readers know that there are two weekends a year circled in red …
Up to my neck in hot water
Over the past couple of years, I’ve read bits and pieces about the Peninsula Hot Springs, and was intrigued by the idea …
