the end was just the beginning
Blogging feels a little redundant this week. HouseGoesHome has developed a life of its own. A post I wrote on Saturday, called HouseGoesHollywood: Princess Kate's nude scandal, has hijacked my site. It's received 5478 views so far, still going strong. In normal circumstances I'd be thrilled with 5478 views. But I feel a bit empty... Continue Reading →
The Mag I Bought This Week award goes to ... It felt like there was a huge elephant that all the weekly magazines were politely ignoring in my local newsagency this morning ... Princess Kate's nipples being snapped by a paparazzi photographer. The Sunday newspapers asked the editors of Woman's Day, New Idea and WHO... Continue Reading →
I was driving the Sprogs to school last week when the eight-year-old sighed from the backseat: "All the books I'm reading are full of boys wanting sex." Not being particularly brave when it comes to birds, bees and my daughters, I wasn't quite sure how to reply. After a strangled pause, I said: "You mean... Continue Reading →
I haven't seen anything like it since "Whitney Houston's corpse". "Princess Kate nude" is the hottest search in Googleland. The whole world wants a squizz at the royal nipples. It's funny the things that get people going. Yesterday started out as just an ordinary Saturday for Housegoeshome. I've been trying to wean myself off weekend... Continue Reading →
I forgot to tell you about a post I wrote over at Village Voices last week. I've called it The Banana Dare to appeal to your dirty minds, but its actual name is "3 Ways With Manky Bananas" (I'm thinking that wouldn't have reeled you in quite as well, right?). For the blog, I've... Continue Reading →
Initial titles for this blog were Pissed Off and Deep Case of The Shits, but I decided my subscribers might not like receiving those message titles in their in-boxes. So I've downgraded it to Anger Management (after flirting with a piss-weak Really, Really Cross), which barely scratches the surface of how cranky I am. I... Continue Reading →
Occasionally I write a blog on Housegoeshome that gets picked up by a website such as Mamamia. It's complicated when this happens, because I tend to blithely rant/blather to my readers - many of whom are my friends and family - rather than carefully craft articles for publication in "foreign" settings. It means misunderstandings -... Continue Reading →
It's been more than a year since I earned an income, but I remain delusional about my financial status. I'm still spending money like it grows on trees. I now understand how people wake up one day with $30,000 on their credit cards and a terrified tightness in their chest. Not that I have $30,000... Continue Reading →
I was agonizing over how to make amends with the parents of Sprog 1's best friend when a text message arrived ... from the best friend's mother. My heart clenched. I opened the message and nervously read the first few words: "Sorry to tell you this ..." Sorry to tell me what? Without bothering to... Continue Reading →
I have a chequered history with my assorted neighbours. I've suspected them of breeding changelings. I've screamed at them for throwing wild parties. I've lost a week's worth of their mail that I was entrusted to collect. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson. But no. I am 44 years old and not one bit... Continue Reading →
