Issue 133

..simple, but in any case I’m generally pleased with the result. It seems that a lot of second-guessing has been replaced with an instinctive but apparently reliable certainty about what is required and how to get it. I don’t know if it’s a style exactly, but it’s a good starting point. No thought yet as…

..A Fate Worse Than Death, or simply provocative and silly like Mama, Did Jesus Wear Makeup?, but there’s no discernible trend as far as I know – apart from avoiding the bleeding obvious, of course. Perhaps perversely, (or of course perversely), while I’m quite comfortable playing certain songs for years at a time, I’m not…

..about the issues they raise and are careful to get the tone and the clarity of their arguments just right to pass the editors’ stringent scrutiny, real or imagined. Sure, the letters are still not all great, but the standard is generally streets ahead of the ‘anything goes’ FB sewer. And I suspect that a…

.. plumbing and television, but maybe this New Year it’s time for a revision of my list. As I was driving back to Curtin from Fyshwick last Thursday evening, having successfully bought some deck oil as instructed from the Fyshwick Bunnings, I was thinking about how much easier it is to get around Canberra these…

..global political domination. Or to hide their affairs with attractive members of either sex, dreadful schemes with the tobacco industry or some financial skulduggery. These ‘terminated with extreme prejudice’ people may not have stood before any tribunal to have their crimes weighed in the balance of Justice, but extinguished they are with the single bullet…

.. tell me to tell me that he was 29 years old, that he was serious about his rap music, that one of his rap nom-de-plumes was Jules Rockwell, that he was registered with Centrelink, that his mother would prefer it if he could hold down a steady job and that she preferred Massive Attack…