the end was just the beginning
I went to a pub on Friday night to meet some friends from the '80s. Wang Chung's Dance Hall Days was playing on the sound system. Oooh, I thought, how funny! So I started tapping out a Tweet to that effect when a bloke came up and said hello. I stared at him blankly for... Continue Reading →
Ah, the joys of Education Day. The school choir singing a frigid medley of Mary Poppins songs in the windy playground. The school dance troupe swaying in Kate Bush-style Wuthering Heights outfits to Adele. Attempting to recreate Van Gogh's Starry Night with crayons and a six-year-old. Being asked to fashion a "walker" during the "pipe-cleaner... Continue Reading →
Well there goes my pie-in-the-sky plan to get plastic surgery on my eye bags and basset-hound cheeks. I had a teeny-weeny skin cancer surgically removed from my shoulder yesterday and I was a gibbering mess. The plastic surgeon's assistant had to keep telling me to breathe - I forgot every few minutes because I was... Continue Reading →
When I'm processing my emotions, I hear songs in my head. Yesterday at 6.30am, I pulled on my trainers and went for a walk. The air was mild, the sky was blue, the world felt like the most wonderful place. Kate Bush started serenading me with Cloudbusting and I was humming along ... "Ooh, I... Continue Reading →
Lindsay goes to party - host robbed Groundhog Day! Lindsay Lohan has been questioned by the police about an alleged burglary. The actress and her assistant had a sleepover at a friend's Hollywood Hills house and - surprise! - the next morning, the owner discovered some of their jewellery had gone missing. Says TMZ: "The incident occurred Sunday night at... Continue Reading →
I had lunch with a fellow ex-weekly mag slag yesterday. We exchanged pleasantries about our families for a polite five minutes. The rest of the time was spent dissecting how much Woman's Day really paid for those Lisa McCune cheating pics, whether readers actually cared about Kourtney Kardashian's baby, why certain blundering fools still have... Continue Reading →
Everywhere I turn, women are writing advice letters to their teenage daughters. It's not a new idea, but one that's been given a vigorous revival of late. Angela Mollard kicked off the latest round with a lovely one in Sunday magazine a few weeks ago, encouraging her daughter to be loyal, laugh and respect her... Continue Reading →
Wading through the murk so you don't have to ... The Mag I Bought This Week Award goes to ... The weekly magazines are scrabbling over Jennifer Aniston's engagement like my chooks with a corn cob - everyone wants a piece. Sadly - like that poor Aussie swimmer Emily Seebohm, who sobbed because she won silver instead... Continue Reading →
Going away for the weekend is all very nice until Monday morning. You wake up and the kids' school uniforms aren't washed, there's no bread to make sandwiches for their lunch, the sheets and towels from the trip have been tossed in the laundry along with an inexplicably enormous bag of dirty underwear, you've run... Continue Reading →
The Household are in Katoomba for the weekend. It's effing cold. So effing cold that I feel like calling it the four-letter word that it is rather than the euphemism. But this is a family blog post, so I'll restrain myself. It's so effing cold that I wore my vintage Esprit puffer jacket last night... Continue Reading →
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