Family prayers, mass in Latin… my childhood was devout
What I regarded as normal as a kid growing up in the 1960s I have come to realise was unusual. But I recall it as a comforting experience.
What I regarded as normal as a kid growing up in the 1960s I have come to realise was unusual. But I recall it as a comforting experience.
No major city in Australia apart from Melbourne will have the capacity over the next half century to deliver greenfield housing at the required scale within 30 km of the CBD.
This industry started its modern transformation more than 50 years ago – but I occasionally miss the quixotic inefficiencies of yesteryear.
Some argue that 80 years since the end of World War II, we are no longer prepared to make the sacrifices war demands. I can see the logic of this argument; I disagree with its conclusion.
New modelling reveals some big demographic dilemmas ahead for Australia, with two unlikely spots on the map bearing the brunt of growth. But why here? And how many more people can possibly squeeze in?
Women often make the decision to separate by the age of 47, but why does it happen for men five years later?
We are passing through an era of record job growth, but it is the kind of jobs that are expanding and contracting and their respective impacts on property that is most telling.
When I was a teenager in a small country town in western Victoria in the early 1970s, I attended a talk hosted by the local historical society. It changed everything.
The Australia of 1966 – the time of ‘peak house’ – is almost unrecognisable today.
It’s popular in some quarters to be critical, even cynical, of the political class. And to be fair, there are times when the misdoings of politicians warrant criticism. But the older I get, the more sanguine I’ve become.
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