Down by the riverside.

Yesterday, the Old Boy and I had a day by the water. We visited the place where we scattered my parents’ ashes, down at Port Adelaide. The spot has a panoramic view of the docks and the Port River. We had lunch at the Birkenhead Tavern, which faces the river....

Easter time has got me thinking…

It’s Easter: the time when people remember Jesus of Nazareth. He once asked his disciples, “Who do you say I am?” The Jews consider him a well-meaning man, who was even a good teacher, but in the end was a failed Messiah. If he was truly guilty of...

Power of the Pen

A brief blog this morning as I’m expecting the munchkins to arrive any minute. I’m in a bit of a flap as I was expecting them around 5pm-ish, not 9.30am – 10-ish. Failure to communicate on the Old Boy’s part. I gather our daughter told him the...

Why the violence, part 2.

I’ve figured out why Beast-speaker wasn’t picked up by a traditional publisher. It’s not because I don’t write reasonably well (they’ve all told me I do) but it’s that they don’t know where it fits in the market-place. The...