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In the nineties, the long-haired, carefree (mortgage-less) version of me forged a living (just) touring the country with cover bands. Many eyebrows were raised by the cynics who considered my rock ’n’ roll lifestyle to be a disrespectful utilisation of my parents’ significant investment in my education. However, roaming the…

My daughter was born 7 days late. Since then she has effortlessly maintained a strict regime of unpunctuality. Last term, her tardy approach to scholarly, musical and sporting endeavours was punctuated with a late paroxysm of activity. Then, like an elastic band after having reached its maximum tension threshold, she…

Each winter we embark on a camping expedition to a secluded site on the Pumicestone Passage. Aside from fishing and relaxing, the only obligatory activity is afternoon aperitifs, set against the majesty of the Glasshouse Mountains as they salute the end of another day, backlit in brilliant orange, pink and…