I no longer believe the Christmas mince pie is an innocent little pastry designed to bring cheer.
My agent repeatedly insisted I would never get a better offer. “You will be stuck in your house for another 10 years if you don’t take it,” they said.
There are many things the digital age has delivered that make life better, but there is a cultural shift I am sure will send us all to the funny farm.
My cavoodle does not like it if I close the door to the bathroom. He does not like it when he sees animals in TV shows. He will not cross the threshold of the front door unless I shake a bag of treats. I know I’m not alone in this problem.
When it comes to Woolworths, Coles, Aldi or IGA – you think you want choice, but do you really?
One measure of our capacity to love Israel is our willingness to be ashamed of it when it acts shamefully – not because we hate it, but because we long for it to be better.
“What kind of noise?” Glen, the mechanic, asked me. “Like a hollow aluminium chain being dragged across a swamp,” I said. Glen did not reply.
When a stranger is wiping gel off your nipple, you definitely laugh at their jokes.
In Lower Templestowe, it’s not uncommon to find yourself in a house where a bedroom springs out from a living room that can be accessed only by a spiral staircase.
The current tick-box 10-session system is about as useful as a band-aid to a broken leg.
