Time speeds up

The Pilot and I spent New Years Eve with my grandparents, two great-aunts and a great-uncle. It was a lovely party. Lots of sparkling wine and merriment. As always happens on New Years, we got onto the topic of how fast the years seem to go these days. This is a perfectly reasonable conversation to…

Australians all let us…?

Every year, January 26th rolls around, and the same things happen. The TV is full of pictures of gleaming barbeques and barbeque tongs. Shop windows advertise Australia flag bikinis and sequined Australia flag aprons. Some Australians have a massive identity crisis and debate each other passionately, while others hunker down and wait for the whole…

Travelling

It is my understanding that most couples who get married go back to normal life after their honeymoon; either moving in together or going back to their previously shared abode. It has been nothing like that for the Pilot and I. Since we got engaged in late May, we have been in Canberra, remote NT,…

One issue at a time in Suffragette

The first I heard of Suffragette was reading an anti-review condemning it for white washing. So I dismissed it (I’m quick to dismiss. It’s a fault). Then I read an article in the weekend paper discussing Suffragette. The issue of racial diversity in the film (or lack thereof) was implicitly referenced: “No single film can…

Looking back and moving forward

As depicted in the above photo, I got married in December, to the Pilot, a young man who has on occasion featured in this blog. After months of planning and a lot of help (especially from Mum) the day was an absolute hit. We had a wonderful time and only had a couple of moments…

Street Harassment

First, read this article about street harassment. I was posting it on Facebook and then realised I had a little more to say about the article. I don’t have an experience of street harassment like this woman does, in terms of expecting it on a daily basis. I have lived in a tiny hamlet, in…

Group poem — from 10th January 2013

(Language warning) Group Poem Lazy cider Sunday on Another day Melting onto the bitumen Resolidifying as the doctor blusters in Yo cranky drivers, striking This summer arvo Carving a space From high headed bubbles And the sharp annoying clinks Of sweaty glasses Zooming unbidden, skidding Across drips From our temples Past the noise, past the…