HOTEL AMOUR

HOTEL AMOUR

I’m not sure how to frame this so I’ll just come out and say it. I suffer from F.O.S.T or Fear of Sex Toys.  Ever since gorgeous Gail (blue mascara, cherry pout, high as a kite from the night before) burst into my university bedroom early Sunday morning 33 years ago,...
BOTOX & ME AND THE JAVA SEA

BOTOX & ME AND THE JAVA SEA

BOTOX AND ME AND THE JAVA SEA Sydney is a merry-go-round of crypto millionaires, shimmering blondes and fabulously wealthy dentists all having a whale of a time. So long as none of them plan on ageing. Ageing in Sydney is for the poor and the mad and there is simply...
MUMMA HAS LEFT THE BUILDING

MUMMA HAS LEFT THE BUILDING

  My Lola dropped a bomb this morning. ”I’m going back to uni early”, she said, coiling her Titian tresses into a crocodile clip. ”But…” I said, my bottom lip trembling ”..uni doesn’t start until February”. ”AND?” she shot back, daring me to continue my...