Category Archives: Memories

Rottnest 2017

It’s all about the silence. Although it isn’t silent when you listen. There is the slap of the sea – constant, background. There is the screech of children. Sometimes a meltdown from the chalet behind. And always the bang of … Continue reading

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Beach Baby

Daily I walk the port. It remains cold, despite the onset of spring. A biting wind. The dog has been let off his leash more lately, but, having found the odd chicken bone or two he has taken to wandering … Continue reading

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Pakenham Living

First two days in the studio.   Murphy makes his grumph grumph noises at some of the passersby, but mainly he is relaxed, despite the heavy noise of the street traffic just outside his door. He is happily urinating on … Continue reading

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My Beautiful Laundrette

This was a hip movie when I was a student but probably not many people would remember it these days. It was also written by one of my favourite writers, Hanif Kureshi. It made being in a North London laundrette … Continue reading

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Rottnest 2016

I am reading Carol by Patricia Highsmith. It is not Rottnest. It is Manhattan 1950’s. Still. It is moody, full of cocktails, road trips, hotel lobbies, minks, telegrams. People spend time in libraries. Under the fan in the bedroom with … Continue reading

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Hospital Corridors

Some people like airports and railway stations and shopping malls and art galleries. Some people don’t like hospitals. I do. I love them. All of them. Old ones, new ones, empty ones, full ones. I see curing, healing, surviving. I … Continue reading

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Rottnest 2015

  Mini Murmurations.   Starlings do this thing. Instantaneously. Like a sheet shaken out. About to be laid over a bed. Thrown into the sky in one action. Graham is sitting on the arm of the couch on the balcony … Continue reading

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Akbar

Swan taxi to the airport. Wagon. No need to dismantle the chair. First question before reaching the end of the street. “That man – he was your husband? And the boy your son?” “Yes.” “What is happened to you?” I … Continue reading

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Yunderup

The lapping of the river is like a giant dog licking itself. A constant slurp. It is skinny milk café latte. Sometimes it shimmers. Sometimes it is smooth, muddy brown. Bottomless. When boys get atop canoes and kayaks it becomes … Continue reading

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Seven Thousand Three Hundred Days

We drive through constant rain in a car that knows it is raining and switches its own wind screen wipers off and on. So different from the leaking Kombi. No protruding springs through ripped ruby vinyl. No view of the … Continue reading

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