Twenty five years late, I watched the “Before” trilogy (Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Before Midnight), on consecutive nights during lockdown. Now I yearn for their “After”-story. Roughly the same age as its leads, Céline and Jesse, when Before Sunrise was released (1995), I was not at all interested in it. A wave of hype carried […]
Like many overachievers, I am trying to squeeze as much personal development as possible into my current isolated life. So I’ve developed a fabulous method of combining daily yoga practice with the joy of homeschooling three boys. I will share it with you here.
Socially distant. Looking backwards. It’s a story about a bowl.
There’s this guy who lives in my street. Called Dutch. Rides a motorbike. Looks like the type of cat who’s already gone through a few of his nine lives. Lives in the front half of a rented place at the bottom of the hill. Dutch, of course, is not his actual name. I don’t know […]
It’s happening. I may be turning into a semi-hipster. It’s the craft thing, see. It started with an innocent workshop at the local library. Crochet your own granny square. I always wanted to do that. There was one space left. And so, braced as I was against an earth-shattering hangover one Saturday, I learned […]
If West End has the highest occurrence of native bee hives in the country, it’s probably due to Dr Tim Heard. Tim’s an entomological original: one of the pioneer native bee-keepers who’s been dabbling since the 1980s. He wrote an early article about them in Nature magazine in the 1990s. He’s done time […]
A visit to the local secondhand bookstore over the holidays wasn’t enough (bagging Malouf, Lessing, Armanno, Lewycka, Modjeska, Murakami, Astley); we fell into the Lifeline Bookfest on the weekend. I think we came home with about 100 books. The joy was in stumbling into titles that have always been on the “to-read” list: Silent Spring. […]
It will be the year of structure. I will make time to write, corral little chunks of hours. Things will be produced*. (*I will find an alternative to the passive voice to avoid that overexposed personal pronoun.) I have been guilty of calling myself a writer with little to back it up. Let’s be honest. […]
Oh, there are no photographs, as we were enjoying the moment far too much to bother recording. As usual. But here’s a recipe for a cocktail we created last weekend. Get invited to two of your dearest mates’ place for a kind of housewarming on a Saturday night. Go to the Yandina farmers’ markets […]
Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]