Author: johnmartinauthor
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A fishy story
I have marvelled for many years over Lake George, the disappearing lake near Canberra. In 1996 I commuted from Canberra to the NSW Southern Tablelands to work on the Goulburn Post and I well remember water lapping at the then single-carriage highway that skirted the lake. Then for years it was bone dry. Where had…
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Journey to the centre of my brain
I’m not sure to be flattered or alarmed I might have raised someone’s expectations. According to my Amazon author page in the US, people who bought my books have also bought books by visionary French sci-fi writer Jules Verne. Born in the early 19th century, Verne’s imagination was far ahead of the game when it…
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Looking the part
They say every cloud has a silver lining. Mine came in the form of a silver-coloured spanner. For years, my wife has shunned my handyman skills. I don’t know why. I am always the first person to put up my hand when something needs fixing. “Don’t be ridiculous, John,” she always says when something breaks…
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Keeping our distance
We normally keep our distance from the Morris dancers at the National Folk Festival. This year we are taking that to a whole new level. We’re not even going to be able to see them from a distance. For some years my wife and I have been regulars at the folkie in Canberra on Good…
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Hair despair
Has anyone thought what we’re going to look like when eventually we emerge from our houses? I think it’s quite possible I will come out looking like Riff Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I can handle the prospect of long straggly hair and a seriously bald forehead. It’s the expectation I’ll be able…
JOHN MARTIN'S TALES 