Its that time of year again, when the exhibition grab for cash circus had rolled out of town and the season that matters begins. With lead-up events happening around the world the Australian Open is literally days away. We’ve just had a year when two players absolutely dominated their respective tours, Serena Williams and Novak Djokovic. The two icons coming within a match or two of winning the Calendar year Grand Slam. Continue reading Australian Open Preview
Aria is on my wish list, its time to take it off. The Matt Moran owned restaurant with 2 Chef’s Hats and a view that no mere mortal could afford little own wish for, which overlooks Sydney Harbour. Continue reading Aria
There’s a force of personality that’s shattering the American Political landscape. Depending on where your allegiances are, its either the proverbial bull in the China Shop that’s leaving all kinds of chaos in its wake and stretching acceptable rhetoric to breaking point or it’s a godsend designed to shake up a broken system and put Political Correctness on its ass. Continue reading Would you vote for Trump?
Bun is away right now but far be it for me to deny my culinary cravings and stay home alone. So, I find myself flying solo at China Doll for a lazy lunch.
Sitting pretty on Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo this Asian cuisine hotspot really has one of the prime locations in Sydney.
Back in the mid 80’s when mullets were in and Madonna was the hottest thing around I lived on Glebe Point Road in a hostel with ten other blokes, we spent nights trying to cram into a kitchen to cook what could be loosely described as ‘food’. Afterwards we would watch episodes of Neighbours and wait for the day that Kylie and Jason got married.
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It inevitably happens to every athlete, in every sport. The mind is willing but sadly the body is not. Through years of repetition and in the case of the NFL, violent collisions, the body says ‘enough’ and father time appears at the door, ready to be let in.
“Ideals are peaceful, history is violent” says ‘Wardaddy’ (Brad Pitt) to his new young gunner ‘Norman’ (Logan Lerman). It’s part of an ‘education’ into the new soldier’s survival as their tank ‘Fury’ storms its way through German towns in April 1945.
It was just a matter of time before I ended up on King Street, Newtown tickling the tasty buds and mixing it with the hipsters, groovers and musos. This recommendation (as if I have any of my own) comes from my little buddy ‘Swami’ who joins me this evening. Continue reading Pastizzi Cafe
This album is abrasive. The parts that aren’t are just beautiful teasers fending off the next head caving distorted guitar or drumbeat. It was released in 1994; Cobain was king, but grunge was about to disappear, more abruptly than anyone could imagine. The disenfranchised and lonely were about to find their new messiah. The Goths were already on board, and over time this album would become a classic. Continue reading Nine Inch Nails ‘The Downward Spiral’