I was vulturing around the internet, looking for travel news to add to my day job’s weekly newsletter, when a familiar face and name stopped me in my tracks. It was a photo of Skinny, the owner of Fatty’s restaurant in Bencoolen Street, Singapore. Suddenly, I was swept back to simpler times, when I was... Continue Reading →
The good, the bad and the ouchy
A few weeks ago I bit something slightly hard-ish, like maybe a piece of crusty bread, and winced. It felt like a shard of the crust was jammed between my gum and my molar. I couldn't get my Pikster flossing brush in there, which I thought might be due to inflammation. So I electric toothbrushed... Continue Reading →
Whimsy-maxxing
A beautiful full moon was still high in the sky when I walked the dogs with my sister yesterday morning. As I gazed at it in wonder, my sister told me it was a "strawberry moon". She wasn't sure why it was called that, so I asked my friend Google, who told me the Strawberry... Continue Reading →
Not a souvenir
Ahead of NAIDOC Week, I visited the Museum of Contemporary Art Australia with my colleagues yesterday to see the thought-provoking Tony Albert: Not a Souvenir exhibition. Have you heard about it? Albert uses found materials in his artworks, which range from sculpture to photography, installation, painting and assemblage. The found materials are items such as cups,... Continue Reading →
Splitting the R
You know you’re middle aged when you’re splitting the R instead of the G. I had no idea what splitting the G was until Dua Lipa celebrated her five sold-out stadium shows in England and Ireland last year by doing it in a Dublin pub. “5 SOLD OUT STADIUMS IN A ROW!!!! ~ ONLY ONE... Continue Reading →