This week over at Village Voices I have a good old rant about celebrity babies, Nicole Ritchie, magazine sell-outs and Revenge (the TV kind, not the sort I wish on my enemies). Go on, check it out. Pretty please with sugar on top ... I need the traffic, or they might sack me. (No they... Continue Reading →

Actually, it was more of an "anorexic in the pump class" situation - unfortunate choice of metaphor in the heading - and I was completely transfixed. Yesterday, just before my gym class, a huddle of mums formed to express (whispered) concern about the possibly pregnant, possibly anorexic woman in attendance. I suggested she might just have one of those starving Biafran-style bellies,... Continue Reading →

I am so full of crap. Women aren't my bread and butter. Bread and butter implies simplicity. There's nothing simple about women. I'm 44 and still baffled by them. I've learned to move among them and act like one of the tribe, but the intricacies of female relationships confound me. And they require a lot of maintenance. I'm... Continue Reading →

I've spent most of the week blissfully disinterested in the Liz Hurley vs Simone Warne hoo-hah. But Ros Reines' column in The Sunday Telegraph, taking pot-shots at wicked Liz, made me cross. Divorces are a big, fat pain. They're not fun for anyone. They're not fun for the couple splitting, they're not fun for the kids involved, and they're a... Continue Reading →

I was lurking about on notanothermumblog last week reading her latest post, Girls Rule! (http://notanothermumblog.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/girls-rule/), when I found myself typing the comment words: "Women are my bread and butter.  Men are my chilli crab." Notanothermumblog had been musing on her preference for the company of women over men, clarifying that it wasn't about "sapphic pleasures".  I begged to differ. About... Continue Reading →

This was my status update on Facebook this afternoon. I was at Merewether SurfHouse. I was drinking pinot gris. The weather was gorgeous. The view was divine. The parking was free ... It's times such as these that I fantasise about moving back to my birthplace. Living a simpler life. Wandering barefoot on the beach every afternoon. My drinking... Continue Reading →

Sprog 2 settled down with some buttered toast to watch one of her favourite movies yesterday morning, Wall-E. And it reminded me of a story I wrote, but never published, about a shell-shocked visit I paid to Florida. Since I've been busy disposing of taking the roosters to a farm instead of blogging, I thought... Continue Reading →

Ultimate comfort food, what more can I say? Sausages with cauliflower cheese mash INGREDIENTS: 5 medium potatoes, peeled and cubed; half a cauliflower, cut into florets; 100ml long-life cream (I prefer mine lactose free); 1 cup grated cheddar cheese; knob of butter; sea salt and freshly ground pepper; olive oil; 2 red onions; sliced; few sprigs... Continue Reading →

It was a sloooooow day for the blog yesterday, reaffirming something I've long suspected: readers hate posts about chooks. (What is wrong with you people? Chooks are awesome.) Undaunted - well, slightly daunted - I opened (sought solace in) a bottle of cheap sav blanc and started analysing all the dirty stuff people (men) have searched to arrive at housegoeshome. Because if there's one thing working at Cosmo magazine for nine years... Continue Reading →