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Cashed Up, Crazy, Cool – by Rebecca Pickett
Two years ago I moved from Perth to Melbourne. Same company, same job, different city. People will sometimes say to me “Does anyone still use travel agents?”, to which I then reply, smiling – iPhone on table, drinking my jar of organic rooftop cider and waiting for the beardy man to deliver my delicious pulled […]
Messing with Melbourne – by Julian Callinan
Nothing breaks you out of a film faster than noticing something wrong, and when watching a film set in Australia, we Australians are likely to spot the inaccuracies more than others. In older films, it wasn’t uncommon for a jungle ostensibly in the wilds of Africa to be pierced with the laugh of a kookaburra, […]
Purple Prick or Poo & Wee? – by Tom Watson
If the question in the title makes no sense to you whatsoever then I am afraid you are frighteningly unprepared for one of the social events of the season – the Grand Final Day barbeque. But fear not my beloved readers. Your faithful expert on the weird and wonderful world of sport is here to […]
Always Hawthorn – by Stacey Mahon
My favourite day of the year is almost here. I’ve got my crew organised, my outfit picked out and washed, and a make-up artist ready to go. And of course by “make-up artist” I mean the lovely ladies at The G with the brown and yellow face paint. I also may be lying about my […]
Goonies, Grunge and the Lost Generation – by Rebecca Pickett
To me 1979 will always be two very important things – a song by the Smashing Pumpkins, and the year I was born. This also means I was born on the verge of an important cultural shift; a generational cusp. The 80’s brought us Madonna, personal computers, new wave music and the fall of the […]
T2 and Choosing Nostalgia – by Lucy Watson
As I walked out of Westgarth cinema two weekends ago, having just seen T2 Trainspotting for the first time, I felt that great rush; when you see something that gets under your skin, and makes you feel that odd, longing sensation somewhere between your heart and your stomach. The one that only certain cinema gives […]
Public Grief and the People Who Hate You For It – by Nick Caddaye
So far, 2016 has been a funny old year for public grief. With the deaths of David Bowie and Alan Rickman this week there has been an outpouring of emotion, matched quickly by an outpouring of sniffy commentary about how such public displays of mourning for celebrities are, if not self-serving, then at the very […]
Cheerleaders, Groupies and the Female as Spectator – by Lucy Watson
Back in 2005, I was at the Edinburgh Fringe, and it was one of those mornings where we were hanging with a gang of comedians outside the Gilded Balloon as the sun was coming up, deciding where we would kick onto. I was chatting to a comedian mate of mine (a really nice guy, who […]
The Unbearable Numbness of Being – by Lucy Watson
Today my heart hurts. It aches for Paris. For Beirut. For the world. A lot has been written in the days since the Paris attacks that the world only cares about white lives. That there is only an outpouring of love and support for Paris, but not for Beirut. Or for countless other conflicts. This […]