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On Humour, Life and Literary Fools
One evening not that long ago, I drove home to the rolling notes of an old song, the glowering sunset behind building rain clouds and the dusty smell of oilskin about me. I reveled (quite pathetically) in the tragic air of… Continue reading
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UP THE CREEK WITHOUT A PADDLE
Inspired by a family trip up the Murray on a houseboat We kept a ‘ships log’ just for a joke. It listed departure times, and how many kilometres we were along the river. Occasionally, the deckhands would make observations about… Continue reading
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WAKING UP
It all began with a flash of sunlight behind stain glass. I was flying down a hill on my bicycle in the early morning and glanced at the church as I passed it, all slender in the new morning. The… Continue reading
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TO AN OLD FRIEND
A memoir (of sorts)… I People say the opposite of dying is living. But it’s not – the opposite of dying is beginning. And in this case, death is a slow, slow thing, and seems out of place with the… Continue reading
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BOOK REVIEW #5
The first phrase in this ruddy account of the Plague in 17th century England runs thus: A parcel of patterns brought the Plague to Eyam. Published in the 1980s, A Parcel of Patterns is the sort of historical fiction I… Continue reading
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