I haven’t written by hand for the longest time. It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten how hard it is.
Category: Stuff I wrote down
Not telling a friend that they have spinach in their teeth is like visiting their house and shitting in the bathroom sink even though the toilet is right next to you.
The reflection that follows was written in September 2013. It was the weeks that followed the Underwater Hockey World Championships and the disappointment was still raw.
It’s just after midday and the social rooms of the Brunswick Street Oval Grandstand are in full swing. Its Round 6 of the VAFA Premier B season and Fitzroy FC are taking on Old Melburnians.
Fitzroy FC 12.9 (81) def by Old Melburnians 13.10 (88) Brunswick Street Oval 16 May 2015 Grassroots footy is up against a crowded cultural landscape. It vies for attention with the elite competition, any...
Bob Murphy lives around the corner. I see him walking the streets of Carlton North with his family, Justine, Frankie Jarvis and his dog, Arthur. I guess it’s the lot of an AFL footballer...
It’s no coincidence that the best card in Australian racing fell on All Saints day. The canonized associates of the lord presided over fields of the highest order. More than 90,000 people graced Flemington’s lawns, marquees...
Everyone is talking about LinkedIn. Until recently, I had managed to avoid engaging with it, I just didn’t see the point.
‘Puppy play’ is about to begin. Leads are unclipped, tails wag furiously then the puppies leap into the centre of the room. Bums are sniffed, snouts are licked and puppy wrestles break out left, right and centre.
Rummaging through twenty years of underwater hockey memories was an opportunity to reflect on my time in the sport. The act of cataloging my spare gear led me to a number of realisations.