A very interesting take on the China Taiwan situation. Not the sort of input I would have ever seen in my former analyst days. How influential is this? With 30million views in a month it is clearly making a mark. And of course Beijing is not too keen on its messaging – it’s blocked. Not…
I’m not what you call a clubbing type. No, not seals on ice but nightclubs. I have no particular aversion to them, but neither have I ever had any particular attraction to them. I do regret not being in one in Elizabeth in 1980. Or was it Gawler? Fozzie leapt for the wagon wheel chandelier…
‘I have got a lolly here if anyone needs any sugar. Pass them down to the really old people’. ‘None old here. Not when I was playing with Thomas The Tank Engine this morning’. ‘By yourself?’ ‘Yes, actually. Grandkids left it lying out last night. Couldn’t help myself this morning’. I was delivered from more…
Not every “bloke” is keen to put their heart on their sleeve, let alone doing so by writing a poem about how he feels. It’s not something we do well – as a rule. So a feather could have knocked me down when one of my colleagues let me read (and now publish) the poem…
Early hours of the morning. My online Scrabble opponent has retreated. The novel is being tweaked. The silver music of Miles Davis supported by the driving blues of John Lee Hooker has me begging for more. Thanks Clyde for swearing on a stack of Bibles that this was the best sound track of any movie.…
The third row in the main hall of the Sydney Opera House is a good place to be if you want the music, in this case Mozart’s Piano Concerto No.22 in E Flat, K482 to wash over you. It does so literally and figuratively and the sound cocoons you up, inviting you to close your…
You can’t help it. You sit in the front row of a Mavis Staples concert and you are conscious every now and then of the grin you can’t wipe from your face. You wipe the tears as well but in the end you give up and let them run.
Keb Mo warmed us up last night at the Enmore Theatre. 45minutes felt like two, such was his ability to mesmerise us. A lanky blues guitarist who could rip those blues off just as easy as you please.
