I was at a prime minister’s funeral on my birthday. I watched the sun set over Uluru with a prince and princess and was thrown sideways in a ute next to a sheep sheering display. I’ve climbed masts, thrown axes, driven fast cars, had a police escort, been chased by a dingo, waded through flood … Continue reading
This little ditty, snapped (from a taxi, mind) in Melbourne, last weekend. Possibly, no, definitely, echoing what many thought of the over-hyped whirlwind that was the big O and her zealous entourage. Remind me, what exactly was all the fuss about?