In this Doctor Who adventure from 1965, the time travellers visit Federation Square…
Stalked by telemarketers!
A predictive dialler is stalking me. It’s been ringing for a couple of weeks now. If the phone rings and the caller ID says "Private Number" and there’s silence on the other end, then hold music, I just hang up. Honestly, what a nerve – them ringing you up to put you on hold until ... [More]
Buy, buy, buy!
The Age, Tue 18/12 I wonder if anybody in a position of power ever takes notice of letters to newspapers? I’m pretty damn pleased with myself. Managed to get just about all my Christmas shopping done yesterday. Not that there was a humungous number I planned to get, but it was all a bit intimidating ... [More]
Suddenly running
Suddenly, I was running. The tiled walls of the corridor became a blur, as I scrambled towards the end. There were people all around – some walking, some running in the opposite direction to me. And worst, some walking the same direction as me, in my way but oblivious to what was happening, and to ... [More]
What’s going on in the music industry? No, I’m not talking about Michael Jackson’s skin or Prince/Victor/Love Symbol/TAFKAP’s latest record deal. I’m talking about image. Watching Rage of a Saturday morning (as you do), one could be forgiven for thinking the music industry has turned upside down. Look, if you will, at the evidence: Sheryl ... [More]