Pinot Palooza is such a cool name for a festival, don't you think? The world’s largest touring pinot noir festival has been around since 2012 and I finally experienced it on Friday night. For the second year in a row, it's teamed up with a cheese festival called Mould to tour the country ... what's... Continue Reading →

I did the most wonderful thing yesterday afternoon. I went to a James Reyne gig. By myself. It was at the City Recital Hall, near Wynyard Station. The venue had no windows, so it could have been any time of the day or night. But look at the glorious set times ... It was perfection.... Continue Reading →

The bus was chockers on my way to work yesterday, but very quiet. It was also crowded inside my head, but very noisy.  The first burst of brain noise was caused by a bloke manspreading, which meant no one could use the empty seat between him and the bloke next to him. Lots of people... Continue Reading →

Many moons ago, my sister and my friend Kirsten were in the same year at high school together. Our worlds collided when my friend Darren started dating Kirsten. They got married and I was a bridesmaid. Fast forward to 2026 and my sister, Kirsten and I met for dinner in Sydney. My sister and Kirsten... Continue Reading →

I visited two fun places with contradictory names over the long weekend: The Farm, which is a beach, not a farm; and Silver's Motel, which is a bar, not a motel ... I gave you the lowdown on The Farm yesterday and today's blog post is about Silver's Motel—a cool joint on Enmore Road where... Continue Reading →

Wasn't the long weekend gorgeous? Such lovely weather around my way. After spending Sunday lazing on the couch, I giot active on Monday with the youngest. We drove to a place called Killalea Beach in Shellharbour. Except no one calls it that. It's known as The Farm and it got its name in the 1960s... Continue Reading →

I went to the launch of a new bar on Oxford Street last night called Dr Goode’s. Bulk fun. Cabs are expensive and I’ve spent far too much this week on shopping my feelings, so I decided to walk to the city and catch a bus home. As I passed Parliament House I recalled dodging... Continue Reading →

I have been shopping my feelings. I’ve had a lot of feelings over the past week and I've shopped them so much that I am slightly ashamed. Oooh, there’s another feeling … but I must resist shopping it. The upside is that "gifts" keep arriving on my doorstep, which puts a little spring in my... Continue Reading →

DD went on a business trip to the UK last Saturday. It had been planned for months and couldn't be postponed. He visited me on his way to the airport and was rewarded with 90 minutes of tears for his troubles. I've been mooching around since he left. I vowed to do some therapeutic cleaning... Continue Reading →

I have one more story to tell about the day my dad passed away. Early that morning, my sister and I watched the rain falling outside her living room window and wondered whether to brave a coastal stroll from Dixon Park Beach to Merewether Baths. It's our favourite way to start the day whenever I... Continue Reading →