It is five years since Joan Kirner, former Premier of Victoria, died of cancer. June 1, 2015. 76 years old. Amongst her many interests, Kirner was founding patron of the Williamstown Literary Festival.
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I hung out at punk squats with pet rats and drum kits. The black lipstick wasn’t a success, but then, is it ever?
We're off to Albury once again, courtesy of the Write Around The Murray Festival.
Karaoke? Disco? I hate karaoke and disco about as much I hate, well, The Eurythmics. (Did I mention that I hate The Eurythmics?)
Sweet dreams are made of this: an appreciative audience of 450 people listening, crying, laughing, singing along.
Carpenter became a recluse: first painting houses, then studying to become a Buddhist monk. He drifted between cities during those lost years, buffeted by unknown storms.
As fitting as it was to imagine Mrs Hart perched atop a fleecy cloud, my sympathies were firmly with her howling, motherless child.
One of my strongest memories is the pure joy we got out of making each other laugh. Belly laughs that happened while you hung upside down on the monkey bars were even more hilarious.
In the space of thirty seconds I’ve gone from being bored to horny to a tragic figure whose only true love is dead.