Eating out has become too simple – too ‘easy’. Okay, maybe not for Bear Grylls, but for the rest of us, it’s something we do almost without thought. What I like about Fong’s Kitchen on Canning Highway (Palmyra-ish opposite the MacDonald’s) is that they have a separate takeaway section that is essentially a narrow, bleak […]
I discover that I’m middle-aged. I’d been living in denial of this fact. But when a friend cast me as an extra in his film and I discovered that my part was ‘middle-aged man’ I decided it was time to embrace my new status. I’m over youth. Apart from health and attractiveness it has so […]
Saw this when out walking along the South Perth foreshore yesterday.
The Applecross foreshore last weekend. Taken with an iPhone 3G, then tweaked in Photoshop. Like we all do.
The diversity of reading material at my local chippie. Sonia Kruger on four covers. Count them. Four.
For reasons that I don’t wish to fully disclose, I’ve only had two and a half hours of sleep (that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care). I pulled a massive all-nighter and worked on a project for 32 hours straight. Because I’m an idiot, that’s why. And as I worked and occasionally cat-napped over […]
Zeitgeisters, I was in the supermarket yesterday deciding whether I could be brilliant with 800 grams of chicken and how many meals I could spread it over. I examined my Inner-Donna-Hay and thought about the staggering array of recipes that I have on hand IN MY MIND at any given moment of the day.
I have a friend who loves those annual verge-side garbage collections run by local municipalities. She and her boyfriend keep an eye out for furniture whenever their suburb, one of Perth’s ritzy, western ones, has its call for “hard rubbish.”
I was ordering takeaway food on the telephone and I ended the call by saying my name was Mr (Actual Surname). Miss Pink chortled at me. I hung up the phone and asked her what was so amusing. “Why didn’t you just give your first name?” she asked. I replied that I always leave my […]
Yeah, I know, I’ve been away. I needed quiet. Bland food. Lots of mood-altering prescription drugs. Also I was rearranging my limitless CD collection according to VIN number (no correspondence on either the non-existence of a CD VIN number, nor the use of the inherent tautology of the term Vin Number, please.) You? Really? “One […]