Australian letters
Leave her alone Sir: I refer to the article “Shorten comes clean” by Rowan Dean on page vii of The…
Culture Buff
The village of Bibbenluke sits at the point where the Monaro Highway crosses the Bombala River. It’s beautiful, remote, and…
Diary
The first week of September marks not only the first anniversary of the election of the Abbott Government, but the…
Rescuing Tony’s baby
The Paid Parental Leave scheme should be scrapped in favour of an HECS-style loans scheme
It’s time – to recognise it was Menzies, not Gough
The legacy of the maligned Menzies pre-empts and outshines that of the worshipped Whitlam
Australian notes
Tony Abbott was right. As I hurried along Phillip Street in Sydney the other Sunday afternoon to the service in…
Left
Who is there left that you can talk to? Days go by. ‘Friendless, deserted’ (The Beggar’s Opera?) — left in…
Out of Reach
Think of a hand-slip, a spun summit bothered by mist, the whirr and thrum of dark metals, a stranded face…
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
Three sisterhoods
The Honourable Society of Odd Bottles has been mentioned in this column before. I can report that the membership is…
The pound sterling doesn’t buy happiness
My second favourite religious joke is an old Jewish joke (which I read in the Harvard Review, so I assume…
Power of one
As everybody in the world except me seems to have seen Kate Bush’s live shows — against all apparent arithmetical…
Power of one
As everybody in the world except me seems to have seen Kate Bush’s live shows — against all apparent arithmetical…
Left
Who is there left that you can talk to? Days go by. ‘Friendless, deserted’ (The Beggar’s Opera?) — left in…
Out of Reach
Think of a hand-slip, a spun summit bothered by mist, the whirr and thrum of dark metals, a stranded face…
I think my amazing dad has found the secret of a happy life
This week I wanted to tell you about my amazing dad. He hasn’t died or anything. I just thought I’d…
The demographic goldmine
Demography is destiny, they say, and if that’s the case then Britain’s future looks wrinkled and grey. Today, one in…
Diary
The first week of September marks not only the first anniversary of the election of the Abbott Government, but the…





