It's October. Schadenfreude season. Let's start with the obvious one - Donald Trump reportedly has Covid, along with a number of his White House staff, cronies, and trophy wife. Clearly this is justice in its purest form - that the man who by his combination of inaction and blustering incompetence has allowed the more than… Continue reading The COVID diaries 10 – Schadenfreude
It's been a long time since I wrote in here. The fact that so much has happened since then has ironically made it harder, not easier, to actually start typing. There's a lot to catch up on. To recap: there were several weeks of reduced restrictions as the lockdown seemed to have worked. The strange… Continue reading The COVID diaries 9 – Lockdown 2, electric boogaloo
The Wipers are here. On every main street, you'll seet them during daylight hours. Young people, many of whom appear to be Indian students, wearing high vis vests. Orange in Burke Road. Yellow in Victoria Street. Is it plumage? They travel in packs of five or more. They chat as they slowly move down the… Continue reading The Covid Diaries 7 – The Wipers
It's a strange feeling out there at the moment. Everyone is waiting for something to happen and endlessly discussing the various possibilities and ramifications, but... nothing yet. The numbers climb (300ish confirmed infected in Australia) but no-one really knows anyone directly affected. The worst part so far has probably been the old man who Wife… Continue reading The COVID Diaries #2 – Strange Days
It's suddenly getting very real. My family of five and I are battening down the hatches. After watching the virus spread around the world over the last few weeks, it's now spreading rapidly in Australia. At the time of writing there are about 200 cases confirmed, but we know that testing is running 2-3 days… Continue reading The COVID Diaries #1
It's tempting to take the short cut, to imagine that you've found a quicker and easier (painless!) way of achieving something. Everyone else is a stickler for unnecessary rules, or unimaginative, or caught in habit. What this view doesn't take into account is that everything has a price. Whether in energy, time, money or emotional… Continue reading Short cuts and the long way
I've never really warmed to gambling. I understand that it's one of those things that you're meant to at least slightly enjoy, especially in Australia where the value of "having a flutter" is a foundational cultural myth. It doesn't even leave me cold - I find it stressful and mildy boring.
I went to vote yesterday. Being an early elector, I forwent the democracy sausage (don’t ask how the sausage is made) in favour of a surprisingly long queue slightly outside of my electorate. We have a very good-natured democracy, but one still has to run the gauntlet of people handing out flyers. Apart from the… Continue reading 13 May 2019, Blackburn
I am not a water person.
My parents will attest to this: decades of swimming lessons, panic at being forced to jump in the deep end and the humiliation of school swimming sports have all left their scars on my psyche.
There's a lot to like about churches. By that I mean the buildings, not the ethically compromised trans-national bureaucracy of men with funny hats. I'd also further clarify by saying that I'm referring to churches with a bit of age on them, the ones that refer back to mediaeval times, even if they're not quite… Continue reading Churches are to be commended