When I first came to the UK, on hearing I was from Australia, the first question I would get asked was, “What’s happening in Neighbours?” There were other questions too, like, “You must miss the weather?” and “Oh, you must really miss your family with them being so far away?” (Neither of these technically a… Continue reading The Bouncer Protocol
Category: Reminiscing
Regrets, I’ve had a few
We all have those moments in our life that we wish we could take back. We wish we had made a different decision, walked down a different street, left words unsaid. Maybe George Michael the best when he wrote “Turn a different corner and we never would have met.” Certainly in my life there are… Continue reading Regrets, I’ve had a few
Those moments
There are moments in your life that stick with you matter how many years of past no matter how old you get. One of those moments that I remember is for my friend’s birthday party I’m trying to think how old we would’ve been at the time. Seven? Eight? No more than nine, that’s for… Continue reading Those moments
My life in Mumbai (part 2)
I was so young when I arrived in Mumbai. Not just young in years, I was naive and oblivious about the hard facts of the world. I learned a lot from the women who lived at my guesthouse. The girls at the guesthouse taught me how to walk down the street. A defensive posture was… Continue reading My life in Mumbai (part 2)
My bike
I got my bike when I was eight or nine. My bike was at least second hand, if not third. It was my sister’s before it was mine; and before it was hers it probably belonged to a cousin. It was green. It was big and bulky, unlike my best-friend-next-door’s bike which was pink and… Continue reading My bike
When I was young: favourite teachers
I’ve talked about the teachers who were monsters and monstrously unfair; maybe I should also talk about the ones who made a positive difference, the ones I remember fondly. Mrs Winehouse: She was side referenced in my Pink Lady story. My Year 1 teacher, the one who worked out I wasn’t deliberately being disruptive, I… Continue reading When I was young: favourite teachers
When I was young: my un-favourite teachers
All the teachers described here are given pseudonyms to protect their real identity. Sister Mac Sister Mac taught piano at my primary school. I had several years of lessons with her as did some of my friends. I don’t think any of us were ever going to become fantastic players or go on to study… Continue reading When I was young: my un-favourite teachers
When I was young: the funny and the bizarre
Just to assure readers my childhood was not an endless stream of torture and disappointment at the hands of the Catholic Church church. The pool We had a pool when I was growing up. Our pool wasn’t a high-status in-ground pool that needed year-round attention and maintenance. The pool we had was the lower status… Continue reading When I was young: the funny and the bizarre
When I was young- it wasn’t all bad
I found my daily diary from when I was 15. The word “rage” was very popular with me that year. But I wasn’t angry in a Rage Against the Machine kind of rage. No. This kind of rage was more of a mucking about, messing around. Examples? “Went into town with (friends) on Friday night… Continue reading When I was young- it wasn’t all bad
When I was young: School Duties
My primary school duties didn't begin and end with singing at funerals. There were other tasks those of us in our final year did as a kind of community service for the school. Some were minor, like setting up the boom box and pressing play on the cassette with the marching music that signalled the… Continue reading When I was young: School Duties
Tales from Tobhamhor 