In 1997’s Deconstructing Harry, Woody Allen’s central character said “all people know the same truth; our lives consist of how we choose to distort it.” There are other standouts from that movie – “baseball’s easy because it has rules” and “I’m a guy who can’t function well in life but can in art.” Now that… Read More Sleep Well Woody Allen
Remember back in May last year when Angelina Jolie was in all the newspapers? Not for being sighted in Byron Bay or at Luna Park with her hordes of children and bodyguards, but because of the shock the world felt upon hearing she’d had her breasts removed? I remember it well because the publication of her New… Read More Brave to the Bone – for The Big Smoke
A little reflection before bedtime: I think what makes the difference is knowing that someone is willing to listen to our story when we feel the need to tell it. I also think that to be in a situation where you don’t feel there’s anyone who wants to listen must be the loneliest place to… Read More A Shoulder Before Bed
I can’t remember my Cabbage Patch Kid’s name. Should I be worried about that? I know this is a weird thing to suddenly start obsessing about in my late 30s, but the thought struck me today and I can’t shake it. I remember all sorts of things about childhood. I remember the names of the… Read More When In Doubt, Lewis Carroll
I was chatting with a mate a while back about my desire to change careers, and she asked me if I felt I was an expert in anything. “I dunno” I replied offhand. “Probably boobs.” We laughed, because everyone knows Boob Men don’t come much bigger than me. What can I say? I’ve never been… Read More A Killer Rack
Albert Einstein once asked “if a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what then is an empty desk the sign of?” I don’t know that he ever resolved that particular conundrum but I’ve always liked the quote, mainly because I’ve always had a cluttered desk. It goes without saying that I also… Read More Clutterbrain
I found a heart shaped pebble Lying in the sand A treasure from the beach to me I held it in my hand But as my fingers brushed it clean It changed its shape anew It slid from me back to the sea And disappeared from view
Have you ever played the Worst Word game? You know, the one that usually results in a group of people gagging over ‘panties’ or ‘gusset’ or ‘discharge’? I know, I know – and I’m sorry for making you read that – but I have two more I want to add to the list: ‘always’ and… Read More The Worst Two Words You’ll Say To Me
It’s two days before my period is due and as usual my mood is hanging somewhere between moderately frustrated and thoroughly homicidal. This month however it’s not PMT that’s the cause of my irritation, but another lesser known disorder called Unavailable Tampon Syndrome, or UTS. Most of you won’t have heard of it because…well…I just… Read More Unavailable Tampon Syndrome
I owe a few people an apology. Actually it’s probably quite a few people, so I’m just going to go with a blanket “I’m sorry” to anyone I’ve ever accused of over sharing and be done with it. Turns out whatever the reason was for me attacking your need to disseminate all aspects of your… Read More Semi-Precious Moments
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