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As Melbourne Cup time comes round each year, I remember—with a mixture of dread and triumph—the Sir Robert Menzies Memorial Lecture that I gave on Tuesday, 5 November, in the Chancellors Hall of the University of London Senate House in 1996.
Ralph Carolan visits The Temple Down the Road: The life and times of the MCG by Brian Matthews.
As far as events in the Place de l’Horloge are concerned, Madame Gauguin is the one who knows all.
A friend of mine, fond of fashioning his own brand of aphorism, announced one day, after what he claimed had been a long period of research, ‘butchers are much given to bullshit.’
Almost exactly 60 years ago George Orwell published a wonderful essay called, Some Thoughts on the Common Toad... The point of the essay was to insist ‘that the pleasures of spring are available to everybody, and cost nothing’.
Towards the end of a bleak, mid-February Friday, the wind started to groan through the narrow, village streets. Shutters creaked and in the valley below a filmy curtain materialised over the vines and blurred the outlines of the farmhouses.
We met as usual ... and some half hour or so into our conversation I said that while travelling into town I’d had a ‘terrific idea’ for a short story.
Pundits who were left gasping by the announcements of Colin (‘Cry me a river’) Barnett would have been less surprised if they’d read the last issue of the Okotsk Institute Journal of Research into Inexplicable Public Behaviours.
Cab cultures, not to mention the cabbies themselves, vary widely around the world. The Australian habit of hopping into the front seat with the hack and exchanging a cheery word is not generally welcome in Paris.
‘Could you tell me how to get to Cudgegong, mate?’
The timelessness of great art is not just a matter of it still being around every time you happen to look.
David is making mud bricks. A small, young wallaby watches him from less than five metres away.
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