the end was just the beginning
I thought the most brutal part about going to the gym would be the exercise, but I was wrong. Fighting your way into the classes is way tougher. I'm usually a pilates junkie - no sweating, lots of lying down - but my instructor has gone on holidays to eastern Europe (she'll fit right in, she looks just like a Russian gymnast ...... Continue Reading →
A quick message for my Novocastrian followers. Apologies to the rest. But it can't go unsaid. I feel so, so sad tonight. Not only are 66 sub-editing jobs being sent off-shore to New Zealand, but 13 journalists have lost their jobs at AAP as well. No doubt more retrenchments will follow. There was a better, more economical, Aussie way... Continue Reading →
When I made this hummus on Saturday morning, I almost tossed it in the bin. It tasted awful. Well, perhaps not awful, but not fabulous. Husband convinced me to wait and see if the flavours improved on standing. He was right! By the time my guests arrived at 5pm - about six hours later - it was a garlicky treat. Serving... Continue Reading →
I got stalked by the paparazzi once. Sort of. A junior researcher at The Chaser thought it would be funny to stake out my house with a fake photographer. Except he didn't do his homework very well and went to my old house, which I hadn't lived in for five years. The owner rang me, most distressed, asking if I could make the pesky fellow go... Continue Reading →
Oooooh, it was a tough decision this week. The mags offered up everything from free burgers to umbrellas and shock exclusives to entice me. The weather has been totally miserable in Sydney today so that the free umbrella should have swung me, but I was in the mood for warm and fuzzy. Pop over to Village Voices... Continue Reading →
I arrived late to the whole kissing business. Like, around 15ish late. I finally scored my first snog at a school dance. A boy from another school showed interest in me. Boys had never showed interest in me before. I was so dazzled that I failed to notice he was missing a few teeth. Possibly his front ones. It didn't escape my friends attention though, who teased me... Continue Reading →
Farmers Direct sent me 10 pears last week and I was determined to turn them into something before they, well, turned (like the lettuce and grapes did). So I made two pear crumbles. One for dessert last night with friends, one for dessert tonight with family. Ironically, the pears weren't quite ripe, so they were a... Continue Reading →
I fell in love with Kevin Bacon when I was 16. Footloose blew my tiny mind. All that sweaty dancing and teen angst crammed into such tight, high-waisted jeans ... enthralling. (I've always been a low-art girl. Your high-art girl would probably nominate A Clockwork Orange or Annie Hall as her first life-altering cinematic experience, mine were Can't Stop The Music and The... Continue Reading →
I'm dishing more celebrity advice over at Kidspot. This week I've got Scout Willis (Demi and Bruce's daughter) on the couch and I'm talking her through her recent arrest for underaged drinking and using a false ID. It's also a great chance for me to repeat all the awful things people have been saying about her ... which I'm feeling... Continue Reading →
I spent yesterday at Taronga Zoo with 100 six-year-olds and wasn't inclined to do anything but drink wine last night. I'd hoped something blogworthy would happen on the school excursion, but aside from a kid dropping a stuffed toy into the lizard enclosure, it was uneventful and exhausting. Husband, bless him, sent me an article about America's most popular baby names for 2011 that he thought I'd find amusing. So, just... Continue Reading →
