the end was just the beginning
I was startled by a brekkie radio segment last week, which asked listens to reveal stuff that shouldn't bug them, but does. Some terse young thing revealed her pet hate: people over 30 who go to night clubs. She thought it was creepy and said surely at that age they could find some other way to... Continue Reading →
Well, bugger me! It turns out the character from Avalon Now IS based on the school dad. I'm totally blitzed to know someone who's been played by Richard Roxburgh on the small screen, especially after being assured by his wife that he hasn't accidentally killed anyone on the Spanish border. And apparently he stars in... Continue Reading →
OK, I'm not really a soccer wife ... I'm still married to someone who's very unsportsmanlike. I must do something about that. Anyways, earlier this week I ventured up to the Northern Beaches to watch one of DD's first games of the season and spent a lovely 90 minutes swatting away mozzies and drinking cider... Continue Reading →
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