He was often seen issuing his $1m challenge on Larry King – a cash prize for anyone who could demonstrate psychic or paranormal ability under scientific conditions agreed to by both parties. Many tried, and all failed.
Forget Howard Carter. The polymath Sir William Matthew Flinders Petrie was the greatest Egyptologist and is rightly deemed the Father of Egyptology.
I tried cocaine but am totally addicted to this. At the end of every episode I am older and wiser.
We are in era of Netflix, the major disruptor in the movie and telly businesses. And today I wish to plug a few of its shows – safely assuming you’ve got a subscription.
There’s no need to attend seances where, in artfully darkened rooms, fraudulent mediums spew ectoplasm and implore ghosts to levitate tables.
Noah could overfill his ark at Elmswood. And given the threat of climate change, we’d like to provide more passengers for his cruise ship.
The Yippies packed a wallop, mainly through the originality of their approach. They threatened to pour LSD into US dams so that everyone would get high … and they tried to elect a pig to the White House.
Ladies Lounges in pubs. Hitchhikers. Cassettes. Using torn-up newspaper dangling from a nail as dunny paper. We are leaving so many iconic features of our past behind us. What will I miss most?
Our story begins in 1903, when an American lady named Lizzie Magie, an ardent anti-monopolist (and follower of Henry George’s views on taxation), created The Landlord’s Game.
My story begins with a telly show I did half a century ago, when the ABC sent me to review an exhibition of Norman Lindsay’s paintings. Knowing little of art and less of Lindsay I was perfectly unqualified, but that didn’t stop me.
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