01. I went to a Melbourne Food and Wine Festival class last weekend – we made punch (I think that’s a responsible way of saying ‘big batch cocktails’). Anyway, now I need a retro punch bowl and a new Pinterest board so that I can start collecting punch recipes. Continue reading
01. One morning last week, as I was taking the kids to school, I looked up… And this is what I saw. A nice reminder to pause every now and then. Continue reading
01. It’s old news now, but the interview that broke Twitter last week is one of the best things I’ve seen in years. I’m torn over my favourite part: the ‘what’s goin’ on in here?’ dance; the man swatting kid; plot twist baby’s entrance; wife’s crouching door close; or the background wailing. Continue reading
Depending on your attitude, it’s either wildly inappropriate or absolutely hilarious that I was listening to Nancy Mitford’s Wigs on the Green concurrently with the podcast, My Dad Wrote a Porno. If you’ve experienced both, you’ll appreciate that the frequent mentions of hedge mazes, manicured lawns, horses and duchesses are quite similar in one sense… and also very much not. Anyway, the important thing is that both made me laugh. A lot.
There’s a juicy back-story to Wigs on the Green, notably that the novel was truly about Nancy’s two Fascist sisters, Unity and Diana, and that the relationship between Nancy and her sisters imploded after its publication (I really should read The Mitford Girls, which has been languishing on my TBR stack for over a decade). Nancy never allowed the novel to be printed after WWII, on the basis that jokes about Nazis were not funny in any context. And obviously they’re not, yet the elements of the story related to class and marriage are sharp and very, very funny.
‘Marriage is a great bore. Chaps’ waistcoats lying around in one’s bedroom and so on. It gets one down in time.’ Continue reading
01. Our German dinner was such fun (have been eating lots of greens since, to strike some balance…). Continue reading
I’m not much of a listener (unless I’m talking with friends or playing eighties pop music or sitting at the opera). In fact, until this year, podcasts and audio-books were foreign to me. But my very old Kindle, with the wonderful text-to-speech function, has nearly given up, so I’ve been forced to consider my listening options.
I began by opening the previously unused podcast app on my phone. So modern, I know.
I started with Serial. In retrospect, a dumb move because Serial is so goddamn good and truly, can anything match it? No. But now that I’m on the podcast train, I’m not about to get off. This is what I’ve discovered – Continue reading
This post is actually more on the bookish side of the ledger this week… Continue reading