Who are we? A bunch of chip-munching, fruit and nut bar eaters
What would a 19th-century French gourmand say about Australia’s 21st-century diet? Sacre bleu cheese, of course.
What would a 19th-century French gourmand say about Australia’s 21st-century diet? Sacre bleu cheese, of course.
Adolescence is a jaw-dropping depiction of a male child on the rickety suspension bridge to adulthood, buffeted by gaming, peer pressure, and social media. Into this storm arrives The Passenger Seat.
It could be when you reach pension age but the true point of ascending into old fogeydom is the moment someone offers you their seat on the bus. So when do you decide to get off?
We need to update our wedding vows to take into account the likely exploding girth of the groom. Or so says another international study.
It is certainly not to be different, but perhaps to be the same as their clique. It goes back as far as Viking tooth filing (and Gold Coast shopping malls).
This time on the cataclysm roundabout, things were very different in Lismore; with emergency services, officials and battle-hardened residents ready when Alfred called.
Poor Tom ‘Cookie’ Cook. He bravely clung to a tree, in contact with rescuers trying to get to him, before being swept away. So close to being saved. Gone forever.
Visibility just a few metres. Still keeping an eye on the gigantic hoop pine in front of the house and garage. I lock the front door for no reason and we huddle together and wait for Alfred’s eye.
It was impossible to look at the ocean and not think – this is getting nasty. This is turning dangerous. Cyclone Alfred could be lethal.
You knew by mid-morning in the NSW Northern Rivers region that something wicked was on its way.
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