I am in a bar somewhere in inner city Melbourne, comfortably numb. My companions are half my age; fine young men, and...
Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you pinch yourself; wondering if it is all real. The impossible backdrop of the azure sea, the...
The last time I was in City Hall, Hobart it was to hear a fiendish roar; a demonic cacophany; a bewitching cackle;...
This is a brilliant essay … there may even be parallels with Tasmania … thanks Peter, Lindsay Tuffin: Every revolution is a...
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Death … and instant sainthood. Eulogising the recently deceased has become a strange modern form of (almost) worship. The outpourings at the...
Joy to you this Christmas from Lindsay, James and Bob. There is no better way to communicate these good wishes than this...
Image: HERE Rupert Murdoch is the one man who really fits the media mogul mould, made famous by Evelyn Waugh’s fictional press...
You know the sound that fine shiraz makes, poured liberally into a glass… …that deep throaty, succulent, devour-me-now life-wish, swishing and sloshing...
Dr HV Evatt at the UN There is hope … in fact there is much much hope. I’ve just been inspired. Invited...