Road trip. Albury!
We're off to Albury once again, courtesy of the Write Around The Murray Festival.
SWEET DREAMS (ARE MADE OF THIS) by THE EURYTHMICS Confession by Andy Griffiths
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 in Williamstown
Sweet dreams are made of this: an appreciative audience of 450 people listening, crying, laughing, singing along.
SILENT PASSAGE by MARLON WILLIAMS Story by Jock Serong
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.
BRIGHT EYES by ART GARFUNKEL. Memoir by Melanie Cheng
As fitting as it was to imagine Mrs Hart perched atop a fleecy cloud, my sympathies were firmly with her howling, motherless child.
HERE COMES THE SUN by THE BEATLES. Story by Carmel Bird
In Hamlet, Polonius says to his son: Neither a borrower nor a lender be/For loan oft loses both itself and friend
HELP! by THE BEATLES Story by Aimee Chan
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.
RIDERS ON THE STORM by THE DOORS Story by Emily Maguire
In the space of thirty seconds I’ve gone from being bored to horny to a tragic figure whose only true love is dead.
Into The Mystic by Van Morrison. Story by Chris Phillips.
Chris Phillips Maternity Ward, East Melbourne; April 2003 The midwives are attending to other new mums or about-to-be mums. Paul’s putting our stuff in the car to go home. I am a bit nervous that it’s now just the two of us.