the end was just the beginning
I got the best Valentine's Day present EVER yesterday. It wasn't chocolates or flowers or diamonds or a thorough seeing to ... it was way BETTER. A friend sent me a text message announcing: "Guess who has put their house up for sale in our street? The rotten family opposite you who have all those... Continue Reading →
The things you stumble across while searching for an e-card to illustrate blogs called Sucking The Romance Out Of Valentine's Day (aka F@#king The Romance Out of Valentine's Day) ... For your viewing pleasure: 9 Doctor Who Valentine's Day e-cards. You're welcome! PS A call out to This Charming... Continue Reading →
Guess what I'm doing for Valentine's Day? We're kicking off with a romantic dinner at a critically acclaimed restaurant, then heading to a suite at a five-star hotel ... Kidding. The miserable truth is I'm going to parent information night at school. Excellent timing guys. Not that it really matters. We had nothing planned anyway.... Continue Reading →
I went out with young people last night, from my new digital workplace. I've never spent much time with the twentysomething set. I'm more a fortysomething/under 10s kinda gal. The twentysomethings were fascinating. So lovely and switched on and interested in the world. They barely checked their iphones and didn't Instagram anything the whole time we... Continue Reading →
Naively, I thought things didn't get tricky with girls until they hit their teens. I got it so wrong. It starts much, much earlier than that. The bitch gene, for example, appears to activate around age seven. Every day, my little one - who's in year 2 - comes home with a new tale of... Continue Reading →
Dontcha just love it when a bad boy is tamed and another is dissed, both in the same night? Welcome to another installment of dating Hollywood style ... John Mayer's in lurve! It's looking like it's the real thing for John Mayer and Katy Perry. "I don't feel like I'm in a celebrity relationship," John told CBS Sunday Morning. "For... Continue Reading →
As I pulled into the prison carpark yesterday, I recalled how scared I was the first time I visited. Eight years later, it's the most normal abnormal thing in the world. But still, there are moments that shake my complacency ... The little girl in a pink dress, playing hopscotch beside the barbed wire fence,... Continue Reading →
Wow it's been a huge seven days. This time last week, my new job had just been announced, with Mumbrella trumpeting "Alana House to edit iVillage weeks after getting sack for protesting Woman’s Day story" Since then, the Kathleen Folbigg crusade has gone crazy with these three articles (and a radio interview on 2HD -... Continue Reading →
I've always quite fancied Lane Cove. It has an excellent farmers' market every Sunday. There's a Firefly bar. I went into labour with Sprog 1 at the local Malaysian restaurant, Kuali (great roti). There's also a public pool, and a pub. What's not to like? So I often slide my Domain app map its way... Continue Reading →
Not on my nature strip. On my neck. You remember wattles? Richard Fish made them famous on Ally McBeal, stroking them in a fetish-like way on the necks of older women such as Dyan Cannon and Janet Reno (see below). I was blissfully unaware of mine until I was sitting at the hairdresser's yesterday. Those... Continue Reading →
