The Irish bar I’m in smells of cauliflower cheese and I’m about to start watching the Super Bowl in New York City. Continue reading “A hint of cauliflower cheese, a cat and a Melbourne demon ( A sports report)”
We all have that special someone in our lives. Our partners, our children, our friends, and our pets. But for me, there is no more special person than my hairdresser. Continue reading “The hands of the hairdresser”
The death knell of the holiday begins as the taxi from the airport takes the exit ramp on to Bell street.