I’ve never wanted to be somewhere else more than now. Continue reading “Cursed with the somewhere elses”
There are only white faces on the train to Cronulla. Frowsy haired surf-rats holding their boards, blonde schoolgirls doing their homework on the fly and pensioners heading off on a day out. Continue reading “Voodoo”
The death knell of the holiday begins as the taxi from the airport takes the exit ramp on to Bell street.