There was a time when weekends were synonymous with bulky newspapers – hours spent poring over them at a café. I’m talking about the weighty Saturday editions of The Sydney … Read the rest “Saturday reading has become Saturday listening…”
A persistent wound on my right foot, which began as a simple cut, played a significant role in my lower limb amputation almost exactly two years ago. Like many men … Read the rest “The Silent Threat of Unhealed Wounds”
Tuesdays are my designated day for medical appointments: doctors, specialists, physiotherapy, podiatry etc. Some weeks are full of them, while others are much quieter. Today was one of the latter, … Read the rest “From rooftop physio to a seaside stroll”
A wave of nostalgia hit me tonight for the Sydney of the early 2000s, a time when it felt as though the city was brimming with cabaret. While perhaps not … Read the rest “Fresh Voices, Original Songs: Aussie Cabaret Shines at Pride”
On Saturday, I made my annual pilgrimage to the Art Gallery of New South Wales for the Archibald Prize. While I’ve attended the glitzy opening nights in the past, I … Read the rest “A tale of two exhibitions”