Will you take that phoney dream and burn it before something happens?                     – Biff Alone on a b...

For a bit of a laugh, I decided to watch Roland Emmerich’s film Anonymous , half-expecting to turn it off in the first ten minutes. But as...

*** POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT *** Each May, the Sydney Film Festival program comes out and I trawl through it, circling films in pencil, m...

I know I will look back on this day as an old, old man. There’s a kitchen table. Another kitchen table. Four chairs. Two bowls stacked...

I’ve got a thing for theatre involving kitchens. Not necessarily sinks, just kitchens; little theatres of life, crucibles of thought and a...

If you’d asked me a year ago why I was adding an Honours year to my degree, I would’ve said it was to prolong – delay, even – the having ...

A colleague at work asked me a while ago how many books I’d read in a year. I replied that it was ‘a lot,’ and that I’d never really count...

Each May, the Sydney Writers’ Festival rolls around and I look at the program of events, highlight a few that interest me and then… do no...

The whiteness is total, all encompassing. Like a void, it swallows the vanishing point into its depths so you are convinced something stra...

Few things feel as cosmic as a cold boiled potato at midnight.   The first thing that struck me was how small the foyer was, how the ...