A Visitation from St Hip
’Twas the night before Hipstmas, / when all through the flat / Not a being was stirring, not even a gnat …
Jason Gagliardi
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My name is Jason and I’m a TV binge-watcher. It’s been six hours since my last tumble down the fibre-optic wormhole.
For when life turns lousy
It’s the first two lines of the last stanza of Robert Burns’s great equaliser that packs the knockout punch.
Ant army assaults
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Officially unwelcome
An expat returns to Australia to find it has become a bureaucratic nightmare, and he is a virtual non-citizen.
Original URL: https://www.theaustralian.com.au/author/jason-gagliardi/page/107