Tag Archives: Australia

Political Purity Laws

Tony Abbott (ex-Prime Minister) and Barnaby Joyce (Deputy Prime Minister) and a slew of other politicians were caught up in the citizenship controversy recently, in Australia. Twelve of them were under threat and four had to resign. Though they were … Continue reading

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The Old Git In The Corner

From the old git in the corner, with nothing useful to say – so they told him – I learned more about life and myself than all the squawking young crows around us. It was the first time I’d played … Continue reading

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The Strumpet of Writing

Amid the Forest of Confusion I staggered. Panicked. Was overwhelmed. Finally I stopped struggling, leaned against a doorway and beseeched her help. I immediately saw the benign half-smile of the Strumpet of Writing before me. Her gentle fist smashed into … Continue reading

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Donald Trump is a Saviour

Donald Trump is a saviour, hero, success and a man of great wisdom. This must be true as thousands of people are saying it. Donald Trump is a bigot, idiot, abuser, misogynist, racist, fool, failure and dangerous. This must be … Continue reading

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Standing Up for The Last Stand Down

For my first 40 years I was the World Champion Shy Person. There were no close contenders for the title; I was the shyest person ever there was. In fact, I was The Original Shy Person, the one whom everyone … Continue reading

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Heart of Nails

There’s nothing like a touch of melancholy to drag out the inner poet. In 2001 I was recovering from PMT (or FOF)* in Southport on Australia’s Gold Coast, next door to Surfers Paradise – a more beautiful place to patch … Continue reading

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Made in Australia … perhaps

“Made in ruddy China!” He blurted out, turning the heads of shoppers in the Maroochydore Sunshine Mall, as he waved his beer mat at his mate. “Hey, keep it down will ya!” whispered Vince, hoarsely, as he furtively looked around. … Continue reading

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