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                                                                     The incessant chirping birds and tiny little MacBook numbers alert me t...

Piper and I are soaring down the West Gate Bridge with the sinking sun coursing in through the windshield. I’m slinging her mandarin segment...

  I nearly let this one slip through the cracks! I was too busy howling at the pale moon... I emailed Dylan McCartney (The Drin, The Serfs) ...

ON A SWEATY THURSDAY AFTERNOON in the illustrious Port Melbourne, I am busy pissing off my coworkers talking about The Dare . If there’s on...

I CAN NEVER REALLY TELL  if the sun is shining in the morning, due to a serious lack of window in my bedroom. Instead, a hole in the roof wh...