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Printing pleasures

There’s lots of things to love about living in a country like Croatia. And one of my favourite things is printing. Yes, printing. No one likes to own a printer. They’re expensive and they die after about 45 minutes, and the cartridges never really work, and they are just in...

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Not same, same

I’ve travelled enough to know that they do things differently everywhere. For example, occupational health and safety is not taken nearly so seriously in Croatia as it is in Australia. I’ve had to walk through road works the past week that have seen me literally walk across wobbly narrow boards...

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Desert Island Discs

Okay, I know I’m a late comer to this, but boy am I enjoying Desert Island Discs. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a radio program that has been running on the BBC since 1942. In each episode, a (famous) person chooses eight tracks that they would take...

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A long time on the road

Sixteen years ago today, two completely clueless girls strapped on their backpacks and got on a plane for London, on their first big overseas adventure, to spend six unforgettable months (except for the forgotten parts) bumming around Europe. Yep folks, on 4 July 2001, lividlili first hit the road with...

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Damn right, I am

I find myself in the curious position of once again drinking takeaway beer at an airport. An unbelievable but wholly predictable series of events has led to me being here at Singapore airport, too early to check in, and without somewhere comfortable to sit and drown my sorrows. What, no...

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Kicking off

I just had a writing master class with Jacob Ross, courtesy of the Commonwealth Foundation. It was an amazing session, made me realise what was wrong with two of my stories I’m working on. It also made me realise what I already know, some of it intrinsically. None of which...

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Standing in the rain. 

 I’m standing in the park under a tree. It’s raining. I’m getting wet, but not as wet as out there, in the open. Little balls of hail break through, like seed pods. One hits me on the back of my neck, but it doesn’t hurt. These are the things that...