I've always had an inflated sense of my own height. I'm lucky to be 5ft 5in, my ex is 5ft 11in, but I would often insist that I was almost at his level. That was patently not true, but I've never felt short. So I was shocked when a bloke told me during my early... Continue Reading →

These legends just got a Bronze medal at the IJRU 2021 International Open Skipping Tournament. I am very proud! Due to COVID, the competition was delayed and virtual. Rather than flying to Canada to compete, the girls had to film their routine and send it to the international judges to be evaluated. Lockdowns made that... Continue Reading →

I was about to tell a bloke last night - who I thought was the head of Coopers Brewing - how much I admired his beer brand when I felt a twinge of uncertainty. I whispered in the ear of the woman standing beside me: "Is that Tim Cooper or Anthony Albanese?" It was Anthony... Continue Reading →

I was walking with friends on Saturday morning when we stumbled across a blow-up Santa of epic proportions, which was waving at us from someone’s driveway. Being sensible, middle-aged women, our initial concern was how much power would be required to keep him inflated 24/7. My friend Fee has extensive knowledge of such things, as... Continue Reading →

I sipped a cocktail last night while a latex mermaid writhed at my feet. As you do. I’d invited my lovely friend Sam to the opening night of an art exhibition - I had two free tickets from Bombay Sapphire, which was hosting a pop-up bar at the event. As we sipped our complimentary cocktails,... Continue Reading →

It's quite the slice of life when you find yourself drinking espresso martinis at a cocktail party at 8am … and still sipping them at 6pm that night … Ah, the joys of being a booze journo! Before you start worrying about the state of my liver, the morning cocktails were non alcoholic. I headed... Continue Reading →

I don't want to speak too soon, but I may be starting a new job on Monday. Just for six months, a contracting gig. But it’s with an exciting organisation that reckons it’s couriering me a laptop in the next few days. Sounds promising, right? I am a bit freaked out about starting a full-time... Continue Reading →

Remember how my car shuddering like it was Apollo 11 re-entering the Earth's atmosphere whenever I used the brakes? Well, it turns out there were several problems with the brakes, including a leaking thingamajig that could have resulted in them failing. Of course. So it cost me $1600 yesterday to get the effing orange money... Continue Reading →

It took me by surprise when I started to cry as James Reyne was singing Hoochie Gucci Fiorucci Mama at the Toronto Hotel on Friday night. The happy tears mixed with the rain that was pouring down my face. The song barely registered on my radar when it was released in the early Eighties, but... Continue Reading →

As I write this blog post, the rain is pelting down. Forget cats and dogs, I’m talking elephants and giraffes. Torrential. I am supposed to be at an outdoor concert tonight. That will be interesting … But let me rewind to drizzly Wednesday; when I got my hair professionally coloured at vast expense. I may... Continue Reading →