Cherrypicked stories

When someone dies, it’s easy to imagine that everything they did, everything they said, everything they created, also died with them. As if the...

And there coming up the small access road to the senator’s: a car, one of those tiny Volkswagen dinkies. Oh great. More incoming mulligans . He...

“So tell me about Belgium Jimmy boy.” We’ve destroyed the steak, chips, the coleslaw and even the accidental naan. Jimmy looks fully exhausted. “It...

The world feels really fucking small today. The pieces of sunshine that visited yesterday have gone and dark clouds linger over my pathetic back yard...

We noticed that there are so few Regent Honeyeaters that they don’t get the chance to hear each other. They copy other birds and sing their songs...

A waiter with a thing for Tarkovsky.

Better get goin’, or we’ll miss the train,’ Badger had to crane his neck to speak in Eddie’s ear. A DJ dressed as Elvis but wearing an orange wig appeared and he’d pumped the volume up, flinging in a medley of ABBA classics beginning with Winner Take it All and working his way back to Waterloo to get the girls dancing.

An old lag and not "The Saint"