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
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… Continue reading Hair despair
Dave, you’re our hero
I am sure readers will have many other stories about good Samaritans appearing in this time of need. This story will go down in my family folklore. My older sister Kate has been living and working in sunny Western Australia for a while but her sons and grandchildren live in the island state of Tasmania… Continue reading Dave, you’re our hero
Turn that funky music down, boy
I am pretty sure they had music in the 1950s. At least, that is what I told a young woman I met at the CD stand in a budget store the other day. “Excuse me (middleaged gentleman),” asked the woman, who was just 17 or 18, as we browsed side-by-side. “Do you know when the… Continue reading Turn that funky music down, boy
Santa Claus contemplates his navel
‘NOW TELL me,’ said the psychiatrist after settling his patient down on the couch, ‘How long have you thought you were really Santa Claus?’ ‘Santa Claus? My name is George!’ The man lifted his head and scowled. ‘What makes you think I think I am Santa Claus?’ ‘Er, w-w-well. I don’t get a lot of… Continue reading Santa Claus contemplates his navel