*Big Mamamia’s House

Unfortunately for me, though not for anyone else, I am not famous, and therefore I hardly ever attract abuse on Twitter. About the only time I can remember this phenomenon occurring was back when I was keeping myself entertained by tweeting my thoughts on Aaron Sorkin’s latest effort to kill by means of aggravation-based coronary – […]

*Grace Period

As Melbourne dragged itself into winter, it was becoming apparent to me that I was probably the only person in it, or perhaps even anywhere else, who was actually looking forward to seeing Grace of Monaco. However, if there’s one thing I like, it’s a film about rich people, so off I marched on the […]

*Brought to book

Recently I moved house and, yes, it was a great big old pain where I should have pleasure, but even I, a massive whinger, think the ‘so-called experts’ are overstating matters when they claim that doing this is almost as stressful as the death of a loved one or getting divorced, blah blah. Yes, it […]

*War of the Adult Worlds

Recently, I watched a little film called Adult World, and I have to admit that, though it is not surprising, given my customary ignorance, the only reason I have heard of this movie is because I continue to keep abreast, as much as I can, with the career of Mr John Cusack. In the nineteen […]

*Little Children

I was helping my mother move house when, out of the clear blue sky, she pulled from the cupboard a most attractive christening robe that has been in the family for decades. As she does not have any grandchildren, we are not sure what to do with it, though my feeling is that we should […]

*On the Sweet Where They Live

In these times, of, seemingly, everything in creation being available to view at our whim, it was strange for me to revisit something that I was crazy about the first time I saw it and yet had never seen a second time: namely, the ABC’s 1984 television series Sweet and Sour. Unfortunately, the show is […]

*A Writing Chance

When I mentioned to a friend that, as my first piece for 2014, writing about writing was my exciting plan, he implored me, ‘For the love of Christ, don’t write one of those columns about how you don’t have an idea for a column!’ Then he referred again to one of his favourite anecdotes, about […]

*Why I Adore … Thank God He Met Lizzie

I am never sure whether it would make a person feel good or bad to hear that either they themselves or something they have created is thought to be severely underrated. Yes, naturally, being classed as underrated would be better than being classed as overrated, but the trouble is that it indicates a dearth of […]

*Baskin Case

On a recent unseasonably (at least, unseasonably anywhere but Melbourne) grey and windy spring Sunday, I did the best possible thing one can do on a grey and windy Sunday: namely, I watched the 1971 Herbert Ross movie T.R. Baskin. Now, this is a motion picture that most people don’t exactly have at the forefront […]

*The princess ride (or nappy ever after)

When I visited foggy London town this year, I did two things that demonstrate, once and for all, what a massive idiot I am. First, I forgot to go to that big old David Bowie exhibition; and, second, I was too cowardly to ask anyone at Harrods where I could find the Diana and Dodi […]