[this is a continuation of some memoirs i am slowly putting down chapter by chapter. I wanted to write this episode before i went in for my recent surgery but ran out of time and now i worry that my memories are a little less distinct or something, post anaesthesia and surgical trauma and all … Read more
Gamboling happily into my late forties, i felt like my body was in reasonably good shape, not battered too much by abuses or life, and would continue to support my being fit and active for another couple of decades yet. I was planning for these years lots of big walks in the regions near where … Read more
I was reading Siegfried Sassoon’s memoirs and in particular his descriptions of the front line around the time of the battle of the Somme, which are fantastic for their sensitivity and the way he captures the sunsets and the birds and notices things in the same way that i feel i would have noticed them … Read more
I should tell my fish story, about how i discovered an ancient intact lungfish skull at Burrinjuck. It was 2015 on the Taemas station (which is owned by Rupert Murdoch who owns a lot of farmland in that area), where i was on a geology field trip with ANU measuring all the folds and faults … Read more
Within a few weeks of setting out to Europe from India, I was foaming milk in the ‘Cafe Dome’ in Selfridges, the famous department store on London’s Oxford Street. I’d never heard of it before i got the job there. When i was looking for it for my job interview i asked a couple of … Read more
When i reached the end of my schooling, at Canberra Grammar, i had completely lost any taste for academia. My chance at being a star student had probably been lost during my years at Karabar High, when i learned a lot about life and the rougher edges perhaps of Australian society, but nothing much about … Read more
[This short story was written around summer 2001 while i was living in London and is heavily indebted to all the jack kerouac i was imbibing at the time..] It started with another stinky tube ride. Everyone was loaded up with bags, sleepy and mongy, we caught the nasty-o northern line, half empty that Saturday … Read more
I remember the first time i saw the pacific north west from the window of my Alaskan airlines flight from LA. I was 21 and had just flown over from Australia. I had a fantastic view out the window, and was watching the magnificent volcanic mountains glide past when Mt St Helens came into view, … Read more
I arrived in the UK the second time, from Australia via a month or so in America visiting my best friend Braden in and around Seattle in October 1999 with the plan to head down to Cornwall and find work. I only got as far as Torquay where I discovered a really cool backbackers and … Read more
I had a busy end of the year as usual, lots of driving around, presents, tidying things up. On the monday before christmas i could finally relax at home alone when i felt a little pain in my chest and then decided to lie down and soon felt my heart racing and i felt i … Read more