I unfollowed a Facebook page yesterday. It was REALLY giving me the shites. It's called "Brain Porn" - I'm not going to link to it because you are much better off without it in your life. It even has the audacity to feature Hugh Laurie as its cover image, holding a brain. There's nothing brainy... Continue Reading →
Awkward, inappropriate laughter
Waaaaaaay back in the '80s I loved a weekly comedy show on the ABC called "The Big Gig". Do you remember it? Most of the jokes have floated away in the ether of time, but one vignette remains: a bloke wearing a fez with the top cut off. He had a huge spoon and pretended... Continue Reading →
She’ll be right, mate
Sorry if I worried you yesterday. I was being a bit of a drama queen. But thank you to everyone who touched base. I got myself trapped in a negative loop. Once you become an anxious mouse skittering frenetically on the treadmill of life it can be a bit hard to get off and take... Continue Reading →
Resilience is in the soul
I didn’t want to go out last night. I wanted to curl up on the couch and mope. But I had to attend a work function at a nightclub called Slide on Oxford Street in Darlinghurst. I felt far too old and tired and emotional to be going to a nightclub called Slide on a... Continue Reading →
All the best selfies from the 2017 TV Week Logie Awards
I never scored an invitation to the Logies during my long magazine career. But it feels like I've been to the iconic TV event because two of my lovely former colleagues have been attending them for YEARS, so I've lived through countless ceremonies vicariously. Emma has been the editor of TV Week for yonks, while... Continue Reading →
It’s getting old
I got my hair cut heaps shorter yesterday. I'd let it grow all long and blah. It was making me feel all long (in the tooth) and blah. Well, that and five hundred million other things. Fecking life as a fecking single almost-50 mum is fecking challenging sometimes. Especially if your hair is the wrong length, that... Continue Reading →
My weirdo heart
The youngest was at a sleepover party last night, so I made the eldest watch "The Breakfast Club" with me. I should have been connecting with her, as it's our second last night together of my holidays, but I was cactus from a week of not sleeping properly (I keep waking in the middle of... Continue Reading →
The not-so-blissful bits
Confession: the first few days of Bluesfest kinda freaked me out. You probably weren't given that impression by my last blog post, which goes to show the deceptive power of social media. I didn't lie yesterday, but I didn't tell the whole truth. The whole truth is that some aspects of Bluesfest were challenging: the... Continue Reading →
Blissing out at Bluesfest 2017
There have been soooooo many new and wonderful experiences in my life over the past three years. Bluesfest 2017 was yet another lucky me!!!! addition. DD and I nabbed early bird tickets to Bluesfest almost a year ago, before the artists were announced, then sat back with our fingers crossed, waiting to see who would... Continue Reading →
Not as sexy as it sounds
T-boning a South American backpacker on The Coast Road sounds like the plot of a dodgy porn movie or the start of a bad joke. Unfortunately it's a car accident that happened on Easter Saturday after I went for a swim at Angels Beach near Ballina. T-boning a South American backpacker - called Macarena, I... Continue Reading →
