I support an Australian republic, yet retain affection for Charles the man. Because his mother lived so long and refused to cede power to her son, we now have an elderly, ailing monarch who has only touched his kingly legacy lightly.
Like the nicotine scourge that’s crept so stealthily back into our lives, we now have a generation not nearly as sun-mindful as they should be.
Imagine. Lunch with friends, the retirement years. Everyone pulling out the grandkid photos; laughing, relishing, sharing. You have grandkids too – but there are no photos.
Rhyming slang has its origins in the idiom of the convicts, who concocted a secret ‘flash language’ so that the boss cockies – the judges and officials – couldn’t understand them. Here’s a guide to bring us up to date.
I’d lost my confidence. The elixir of self-belief had vanished. You, dear reader, helped me get it back.
In the life story of the champion thoroughbred we bear witness to a tale of astonishing sporting prowess, and big money, with something of The Handmaid’s Tale thrown into the mix too.
These men and women – who’ve had the courage and focus and grit to live a richly creative life – are still creating, well into their eighties.
The grim fact: the new me feels like failure. I hate the flicker of judgment on the faces of people not seen for a while, that cannot be hidden; that look of, ‘Gosh, she’s let herself go’.
Women of a certain age have been conditioned to expect that men are clueless about the magic button. Read this ladies, then show it to your underperforming partner. Thank me later in the comments.
For a few bucks a week, we regular mortals could be helping struggling sports in dire financial need and contributing to the lift of the entire nation. And not just in the sporting arena.
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