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Un-homo

I certainly don’t hide the fact that I’m a flaming great big homo, but there’s one thing I’m decidedly un-homo about. Milk. I know I bang on about organic stuff, but my golly goshness Paul’s organic unhomogenised full fat milk is the absolute bollocks. Eating muesli is so much more...

Spooning 0

Spooning

I’m a giver. My friend C and I are often to be found at Old Street Cafe in Darlington, enjoying a coffee and scramblies on toast. Maybe it’s a bit naff, but anyways they serve all their coffees with old souvenir spoons. It’s always a treat to discover which random...

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10. Dear Christmas Warehouse

Dear Christmas Warehouse, With your lights and reindeer and mistletoe, trees, Santas, sleds and snow always on display – no matter what the time – effects and ephemera inscrutable to the clime, shooting forth tendrils of tinsel, kitsch-besmirched wall hangings, yard statues, mobiles, dioramas, singing penguins, of course singing penguins,...

The other side reclaimed 0

The other side reclaimed

Not so long ago, I bemoaned to a friend that my entire life was condensed to the triangle between Redfern and Newtown stations and Parramatta Road. Home, work, gym, King Street beers, home, work, gym… It got to the point where I didn’t want to eat out or go drinking...

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The sustainable urban cook

I was recently given “Urban Cook”  by Red Lantern chef Mark Jensen. It has loads of really nice home style hearty meals and each section is headed by a heap of information on the differences between mass market, sustainable and organic farming practices. I’ve been saying for a while now...

Ban on Baffi? 0

Ban on Baffi?

I’ve only just read that iconic Redfern cafe “Baffi and Mo” is no longer owned by Anne Cooper and Louise Hunt (who have moved on to Orto Trading Co). This in itself is kinda crap – Baffi and Mo was really at the forefront of the regeneration of that corner of...

Living below the line 0

Living below the line

Hello friends, family, lovers, ex-lovers, enemies, travel buddies, pen pals, homos, straighties, in-betweenies, colleagues, comrades and people I met in a bar just once but we hit it off really well and exchanged email addresses and then never stayed in touch (until now), I’m going to be living below the...

Shoot when you can 2

Shoot when you can

I felt the hair of the woman near me brush against my arm. I looked down to see why and I thought, oh she’s fallen asleep. How odd, because only a minute before she’d been doing her make up. Well I suppose you get your sleep whenever you can when...

White and wrong 0

White and wrong

A woman in my building is wearing sensible but sexy white undies and a matching white bra. I know this because I can see them through her see-through white dress. Sometimes I wonder if ‘smart casual‘ means ‘if you saw it in a magazine, it’s okay – even if it...

The danger at the door 0

The danger at the door

Being a classy bird, I walked home in the morning of the first day of the last year of the first decade of the 21st century  with my sandals in my hand. Walking barefoot from Surry Hills to Redfern with my mask in my other hand, I pondered the proliferation...