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.
It’s the first two lines of the last stanza of Robert Burns’s great equaliser that packs the knockout punch.
In the spring, a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of ant poison.
Can a souffle rise twice? Not in my kitchen.
The options are few when it comes to finding someone with whom to share the long days and nights.
There’s a kind of musk that hangs over the Gympie Music Muster.
An expat returns to Australia to find it has become a bureaucratic nightmare, and he is a virtual non-citizen.
It took me a while to take the Uber route – but now there’s no turning back.
Where is the blood and thunder, the power and glory, the invective and insults that made Aussie politics worth following?
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