Changing Places

Recently I had occasion to explore the patient’s perspective a little more intimately than usual. Like so often, it is the experiences we do not want that offer us the greatest education. I fell sick not long ago. Quite sick. The sort of sick that won me lines and drugs and wristbands and blood pressures…



As children, growing up in the colonial shadow of The British Empire, we Australians all learnt about life through the wisdom and words of Enid Blyton. The Famous Five, The Wishing Chair, that sort of thing. We all aspired to go on adventures and solve mysteries whilst drinking lashings of ginger beer and be back…


The Fortune Teller

Three years ago, I found myself in Osaka. I was winding through Japan and stumbled on this pulsating city, whereby I sought out its castle (being a person rather attracted to castles), discovering a time capsule had been buried in its manicured grounds. The details are beyond this column, but essentially, in celebration of the…


The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Few movies lodged themselves in my childhood brain the way Fantasia did. A psychedelic 1940s Disney animation set to a thundering score played by a maniacal Philadelphia Orchestra, it broke artistic ground as quickly as it laid it. The scene that branded itself on my memory, though, was that of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Set to…


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