My work is done – almost. I’ve published Blokes in the House and polished it as well as I can. WHAT COULD possibly go wrong when the three oldest men in town are asked to share a house together for three months to keep them safe from the pandemic?Who knew 2020 could be so funny!Eighty-two-year-old James Northan, the… Continue reading Nobody told the three old men that hitmen and Tasmanian Tigers were going into lockdown with them!
Wish-Wash has a change of reading material in the upcoming novel Blokes in the House. Readers of my previous Windy Mountain novels would know he is a sci-fi fan. But he has treaded in his collection for (nearly) a full set of encyclopaedias, which he expects to read through during his three months of self-isolation… Continue reading The getting of wisdom
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… Continue reading Looking the part
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… Continue reading Keeping our distance
We’ve laughed our way through Blokes on a Plane and Blokes in Donegal. Now brace yourself for Blokes in the House, a series of short stories which will trace the new lives of my three elderly characters from the funny Windy Mountain series. That’s right. Oodles, 85, Wish-Wash, 83, and The Mayor, 82, are thrown… Continue reading Blokes go into quarantine