There are certain idealistic views of the world that we hold dear. Grandmothers are always sentimental knitters. Kittens will purr and not bite you. And writers, noble, self-sacrificing writers, are so addicted to the power of literary creation that they are content to sit in their lofty garrets spinning words Continue Reading
It’s a Giant Days Christmas! Where Women Glow and Men Plunder
Apparently as an Aussie guy, I am, so says the iconicly-famous song by Men at Work, supposed to be engaged in regular bouts of plundering (and chundering too but that’s a whole other thing) while the women around me are reported to glow from perspiration, nuclear fallout residue or some Continue Reading
On 6th day Christmas … I watched The Grinch
For a film that’s ostensibly about a person who hates Christmas with such a ferociously ill-tempered passion that he steals it away from everyone else, The Grinch wears its Christmas-loving heart very much on its tinseled sleeve. Which really makes perfect sense since at heart The Grinch, like Charles Dickens’ Continue Reading