“Is there anyone here who is Swedish?’, the young woman on stage asked tonight at Sydney’s Arthouse Hotel. As much as I was tempted to reply “yes”, I figured it was a little too much for me to claim Swedishness, since I was descended from a varied group of English, Irish and Scottish settlers and convicts, including a family who had arrived in Australia on the Third Fleet.… Read the rest “Fika och Choklad”
I’ve been going cold turkey for the last few months. It hasn’t been easy. In fact, it’s been hard. But tonight, on Crown Street Surry Hills, I got a hit, and it was awesome.