An onion. Just an onion. A brown onion. That was the request. A Friday night, dark, and cold, no car available. Had it come to this: cast out to trudge through the inky blackness, in the rain, at the mercy of Footscray’s cesspit of villains? Nah. It wasn’t that bad. I ensured my winter layers ... [More]
Yesterday afternoon at the instigation of my mother and her partner Peter, I endured raucous Irish folk music. Now, there is a time and a place for everything. Except perhaps raucous Irish folk music. Okay, maybe over a Guiness or five with some mates on St Patrick’s Day. But when you’ve stopped by for a ... [More]
I give up. Enough people I know have posted this on their blogs… so now I’m giving in to peer pressure. I have bloke-ified it up a bit (and had some fun doing so), and altered some of the questions to reflect that a lot of people who don’t know me in person read this ... [More]