Stories
CategorySomething about rubbish dreams
Years ago, I had a dream. In my dream I was running very fast. I was running the trails of Piney Lakes Pine Plantation. Those trails now f..
Something about the long journey of growing up.
Have you ever woken from a deep sleep disoriented and struggling to reach through the fog of dreams to return to reality?
The moment wh..
Something about trust
I have a friend. She is a lovely lady; smart, often smiling and we get along like a house on fire. I respect and admire her for many reaso..
Something about Sting (and arriving late to the party)
Over a decade ago, before Fi and I had tied the knot or were even an item, we went to a Sting in concert at Leeuwin Estate. It was a big d..
Something about Richard, the Uber Driver
Meet Richard. Richard is an experienced Uber driver from Los Angeles. It’s been three weeks now, he knows how it all works. He was actuall..
Something about old ladies and growing up
For the first 30 years of life, I was part of a Baptist church of around 120 in Como, just south of Perth. I don’t remember the church eve..
Something about relativity (and running pretty fast)
There’s a Tasmanian schoolboy sprinter. His name is Jack Hale. He’s fast. Blimmin’ fast. Last year he ran 10.31 for the 100 metres sprint ..
Something about freedom.
Freedom. It’s not what you think from where I’m writing something.
On a bustling street in Kolkata stands a five storey high, orange co..
Something about swallowing pills (and comparison)
A couple of weeks back, as the result of some hippy health thing that my wife, Fi, thought was a good idea for us all, our family was requ..
Something about Three Amigos.
I bought an old car a couple of months back. New to me, though built in entirely different millennium altogether.
When I bought the car..