On this day in 1950, Welsh poet & wit Dylan Thomas arrived in New York (the centre of my universe) for his first reading tour of the United States. He died at 39, while on his fourth tour. This is one of my favourite quotes: “I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we… Read More On This Day – 20 February 1950
My latest Urban List piece. It’s full of puff… http://www.theurbanlist.com/brisbane/a-list/smokings-vogue
Today, as with most days in the week, I went to the bank. While waiting for the teller to finish with the man ahead of me (who appeared to be depositing his life savings in five cent pieces), I mindlessly flicked through the brochures on display. Internet banking, business lending, business banking, advice on self-managed super funds,… Read More Bank of Kingsland
So many friends have sent this to me, I figured it was a sign I’d better do something with it!
Last night I was woken up by the sudden realisation that I’m only fifteen years off turning fifty. Fifty. Five Zero. FIFTY. Boy did that ever start a major midnight meltdown. I can’t possibly be that close to fifty. I’ve only just started feeling like I’ve hit my stride, like I’m actually getting somewhere. I haven’t… Read More Immature Ageing
The Olympics. That curious time once every four years where I find myself glued to a television set, physically unable to take my eyes off the screen for even a second, and suddenly think…‘Why am I watching Rhythmic Gymnastics?’ What came first – The Leap Year or The Olympics? And were they called Leap Years… Read More Transcending the Olympics
Even though he wore suits tailored cheaply in Hong Kong, his business card said he was the Assistant to the Associate Director of Commercial Leasing, and I was impressed. Despite being engaged to the second oldest son of the best cosmetic surgeon in Brisbane, I hungered for him to fill the empty hours between Bootcamp… Read More 50 Shades of New Farm
In September 2009, I went to one of the first Broadway performances of Love Loss and What I Wore. Being a Nora Ephron junkie, I’d bought my ticket weeks earlier in Australia, the only show I booked before leaving home. My eagerness scored me a front row seat. The night I went, Rosie O’Donnell and… Read More Love, Loss, and What She Wrote
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