18 October 2018 There was no memorial. No plaque. Nothing to indicate that the ground where I stood was soaked with the...
*Pic: Acid producing waste rock at abandoned Shree Nelson Bay River. Pic taken Aug 2014 Pic of Guy Barnett from his website...
There’s a fine line between a hobby and a mental illness. Some hobbies are fine. Stamp collecting’s fairly harmless, as is having...
She had what appeared to be hog bristles sprouting from her nostrils. He smelled of Old Spice, with faint undertones of old...
Senior Constable Cassidy was unhappy. I knew this because he was shouting at me. Droplets of spittle were hitting the drivers’ side...
I’m a robust sort of individual. Not much troubles me. But there are certainly some things that make feel a little bit...
Real travel in The Real Australia … The sort of towns where men don’t use deodorant, and women think waxing is something...
I got lost today. Those who know me will understand. Usually, it’s just a matter of checking a map, apologising to whomever...
Do you remember the Gold Coast of the 1960s? No, I don’t either, but the place has a reputation. A time when...
The cockroach lurking in the urinal was the size of a small dog. The plywood walls in the hallway were smashed in,...