the end was just the beginning
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 →
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 →
I've been a print journalist since I was 17. It's all I know, it's everything I love. But I'm a realist. I know newspapers and magazines are on borrowed time in their current format. Ten years, 15 at most. The thing that bothers me about print media's transition to the digital age - aside from all the journalists... Continue Reading →
Husband and I have been arguing about our next overseas holiday destination. God knows why because the only places we can afford to visit are spare bedrooms within a driving radius of Sydney. Husband is mad-keen to take the Sprogs to Siem Reap. As in Cambodia. He's been there. Says it's absolutely amazing. So do lots of other people. That's lovely, but I don't want... Continue Reading →
I've led a charmed life. Despite being born the year Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon, my sex has never been an impediment. I grew up believing I was man's equal. My dad's attitude to foreigners sometimes gives me pause, but he's certainly not sexist. He was delighted to have two daughters and no sons. At school, my left-handedness caused far more consternation than my gender. I spent 20 years working at an organisation primarily staffed... Continue Reading →
Remember the roast duck I cooked last week? (See https://housegoeshome.com/2012/05/30/recipe-roast-duck-with-warm-red-cabbage-salad/ ) I used the neck and wing tips to make duck stock and turned that into the base for risotto a few nights later. Risotto is sublime. Some people reckon it's hard to make, but I've never - knock on wood - screwed it up. As long as you add... Continue Reading →
Stuff that stupid expression: "Those that can, do. Those who can't, teach." What a load of bull! Teaching is bloody hard. I couldn't do it, supervising the Sprogs' homework is difficult enough. Mind you, I've made it tougher by giving up alcohol (well, early in the week) (well, except for tokay, but that's not grog, it's dessert). It means... Continue Reading →
Drum roll ... It's a right royal week, if you're into that sort of thing. If you're not, the pickings are slim. But I still found a scandal that tickled my hip-pocket fancy ... Unfortunately my computer clagged this morning and the iPad has developed an annoying new quirk where it won't let me activate... Continue Reading →
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