Undercurrents

Like sanity at a One Nation convention, this blog hasn’t been afforded much regard of late. To be honest, after ten years of largely waving my fist at the clouds, a year ago I decided to give the sky a rest. But rather than unplug the keyboard I doubled down. As a sentence forming addict it was time to…

The 7 Wonders of Reservoir

Sure, it might be pronounced Reserv-war by the beau monde, who sneer upon the streets upon streets upon streets of urban decay I’ve called home the past dozen years.   But the fembot voice of Metro trains intones Reserv-wa, so we cling to at least one semblance of raffinement. Approximately 2km beyond the outer reaches of Melbourne’s Hipsterville (Bell Street being…

Election Day cray

As published by mX, 9 September 2013 “I’m a violent, paranoid schizophrenic”. The 15 hour-long day of an AEC polling official certainly has its moments.  This is how one lady of advancing years chose to introduce herself to a fellow ordinary vote issuing officer. I’d never seen a real life Monty Python sketch before, until…

Going postal with new technology

I’m not hostile to change, but when it comes to technology, I admit to being a slow adaptor. A sucker who prefers CD’s over iTunes, I don’t have time, let alone an excuse to watch more TV (e.g. Netflix etc) and I still mourn the passing of my ’84 Celica and the local Blockbuster store.  I have an…

The 7 Wonders of Preston

Since the first white resident Samuel Jeffrey set up digs in 1841, Preston has evolved to become a much sought after locale inhabited (and only rarely inhibited) by 30,000 constituents. A reputation as a tough working class suburb was well earned however in recent years Preston has matured and mellowed.  Consequently house prices have taken a similar trajectory as the career of award-winning…

Return to Sorrento

“I must go down to the sea again, To the lonely sea and the sky; I left my vest and socks there – I wonder if they’re dry.” Return to Sorrento (3rd class) by Spike Milligan As a youngster I was lucky enough to enjoy several family holidays at Sorrento on Melbourne’s Mornington Peninsula.  By…

Bruce Postle; a photographic mind

The digital age of photography has us drowning in imagery, our own and that we consume in all manner of ways. Since the earliest known photo in 1822, it’s estimated the human race has taken over 3.5 trillion photos – now something in the order of 380 billion photos per year! Bruce Postle is one of the most…

The 7 Wonders of Thomastown

To my eternal surprise, a variety of respectable and not-so respectable publications have actually paid to print my scribblings.  But nothing has struck a chord like The 7 Wonders of Reservoir, exclusively hiding on this obscure blog.  In fact 49,500 – equivalent to the suburb’s entire population – have fluked upon it. Like any self disrespecting writer, when the…

For what it’s worth; The dawn of the planet of the mullets

As published by mX, 1 August 2014 Here’s a fearless fashion prediction for you. Mullets will be back in business by Christmas. Hear me out, this will happen, or at least I’m willing it to happen! Sure, beards and mo’s were a lark, worn ironically with a nostalgic nod to simpler times when bushrangers and…

Lily and our quest for ultimate comfort

This morning’s headline that miners are seeking bereavement leave for pets was perfect fodder for News Corp’s anti-union narrative. And on the face of it, the ambit claim designed to drag out an EBA negotiation with mining giant Rio Tinto does seem barking mad. It struck a raw nerve though, personally.  Whilst I’d never support such…

Life’s unanswerable question

For someone who in terms of average life expectancy just hit the clubhouse before embarking the back nine, death crosses my mind too much for comfort. The days, the months, the years seem to be spinning by like a pokies machine. Russian writer Vladimir Nabokov wrote existence is ‘but a brief crack of light between…

For what it’s worth; Foodies choose their own reality

As published by MX, 20 July 2010 Too many trees have succumbed to all manner of Masterchef dissections.  Who’s in, who’s out, who’s had a personality bypass… Night after night the esteemed judges pontificate the merits of a weepy contestant’s presentation, the saltiness of their jus, the relative size of their macaroons and the texture…