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I'll tell you why I love where I live

One of my (many)shameful guilty pleasures is listening to Macca on a Sunday morning. I like to think that I listen to it ironically because I’m not really into jingoistic patriotism and all things ‘Orstrayan’. 917 more words

Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell.

I’m part of gang.  In fact, I’m probably the leader.  But don’t tell Aly that – I think she thinks she is.  Or Sam.  He’s pretty sure that he rules the roost around here.   880 more words

The wide open road.

I love road trips.  Which is probably a good thing given that my dearest people live some 442 kilometres away and other people who I like a fair bit also live several hundred kilometres away.   822 more words

An open letter to Richard Stubbs

Dear Mr Stubbs,

We’ve never met, but I’m pretty sure we’re best friends. We have so much in common it couldn’t be any other way. We’re both the children of nurses, both funny (you, legitimately so, me – to the audience in my mind) and both cheer for the red and white. 353 more words

YOU’RE IN THE ARMY NOW, part 13. Working down on the docks me hearties, and The long and winding road.

We were versatile, the old saying came to the fore with whatever job they handed to you, ‘It’s a piece of piss to a trained Digger.’ Translated for my overseas readers who may be cringing as we speak, ‘It’s a piece of cake for a soldier.’ As you may well realise we were handed the lot and don’t get me wrong, it was all about new experiences. 2,488 more words

Weekend away - with photos

I spent the weekend with friends in the north of the state, in the very dry Wimmera region, not far from Dimboola.

I was probably only away about 28 hours, but even after that short a time I felt rested and refreshed. 249 more words