I might have the most dangerous job in the world. I drive a truck, but it’s not just any truck. I drive the Flaming Truck of the South, as they’ve been calling it on the local news. People love to speculate about what a 40-tonne truck with glow in the dark flames on the side …
Is it just me, or are 1970s interiors completely underrated? To be fair, I didn’t make it into the world until the late 80s, so I’m coming at it from a bit of a distance. Still, I think my opinion is valid, and I’m wishing some of the styling form that time would make its …
Well, it looks like my very first ever petition didn’t get very far. Should’ve seen this coming, especially since the ending to Fantasy was not only divisive, but also very open to interpretation. I bet they did that on purpose: serve the fans a half-baked load of drivel, but make it all ambiguous. People who …
Finally, my masterpiece is complete. This truly is my magnum opus, the greatest work I will ever create. If we were back in the Renaissance, bards would sing of this painting, and the children would grow up aspiring to see it in the Melbourne museum. That’s right, this piece isn’t going in an art gallery. …
Cars: can’t deal with their continual demands on our wallets, can’t get places without ‘em. You know what I’m talking about. It’s a constant stream of expenses, not to mention the nagging doubt as to how long that brake repair is going to hold out after you paid your cousin’s mate to do it in …
I like to think that Sydney is a place of law and order. That doesn’t work as a blanket statement, of course. It’s not some utopia where no one needs police and there are no muggings or assaults. That would be nice, but it’s not a thing. No, what I mean is that it’s safe …
I chafe under our current leadership. Like a…sock in a hiking boot that you knew was too big but you wore it anyway. Golly, it’s been a long time since I went camping, or hiking, or did anything that wasn’t related to the Moon Cult. It’s nice to be part of a family and a …
Call me foolish, but I’ve never thought twice about what I put down the sink, not to mention the toilet. From coffee grounds to chemicals, tea bag strings to towelettes (moist and otherwise), my drains have dealt with it – and admirably so, I’ll have you know. That is, up until now. Evidently, I never …
Jennifer is THE worst, a worst among many and varied worsts. If there was a gold medal at the Worst Olympics, Jennifer would be the one getting the perfect ten from the judges and standing on the podium, flashing her gold medal while everyone pelts her with popcorn and bottles, on account of her being …
My mother, for better or for worse, was of the opinion that motherhood and business leadership don’t mix. She was pretty vocal about it, too, and for a while I took on that outlook as my own. Over time, though, I started to realise that maybe it’s not that cut and dried. Surely, I thought, …