In the final book of my Windy Mountain series, someone will get married and someone will die. They may even be the same person. I haven’t decided yet, so please go easy on me. That uncertainty probably tells you a lot about me. I try to write blog posts weekly because they behave themselves. They turn up, do… Continue reading Two things will happen at the end
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Ums and Urs
I can’t continue the lie. All this time I’ve been masquerading as a short, overweight, unfit former journalist called John Martin. But my real name is Urs Freuler — and in the 1980s and 1990s I was one of the world’s greatest cyclists. Six foot two. Muscles on muscles. Legs like tree trunks. Born in… Continue reading Ums and Urs
The case for me as a piece of Australiana
Exhibit A: Name, Heritage and Pure CoincidenceA man named John Martin was a convict on the First Fleet. He was a Black American and a political prisoner. So it’s wildly unlikely I’m related — but you never know. Australia was built on improbability. Until recently I thought I had Locke blood on my mother’s side.… Continue reading The case for me as a piece of Australiana
An acquired taste
When I told my mate Orville the beer tasted like pyrethrum, he stopped mid-sip and looked at me in the careful way people do when they’re deciding whether to ask a follow-up. “How do you know what pyrethrum tastes like?” he said. I said this was a misunderstanding of the senses. Smell, I explained, is… Continue reading An acquired taste
A Brief, Necessary History of the Tim Tam (And the Correct Way to Eat One)
Having mentioned Tim Tams in my last post, I find myself morally obliged to deal with them properly. You can’t just drop Tim Tams into a piece and walk away. That’s like mentioning the pub and not shouting a round. The Tim Tam was introduced in 1964 by Arnott’s, inspired by a British biscuit called… Continue reading A Brief, Necessary History of the Tim Tam (And the Correct Way to Eat One)