The 50th Anniversary of the assassination of US President John F Kennedy.
The Underground has its origins in the Metropolitan Railway, the world’s first underground passenger railway.
Sitges is a coastal town in Spain’s Catalonia region, southwest of Barcelona, backed by the mountainous Parc Natural del Garraf.
Here is a page set up as a test blog to identify if the page is going into the correct slot.
Andrew Bolt’s latest commentary on the ABC should be called out for what it is – unfair and inaccurate. He claims in his Herald Sun column of June 14, 2020 – ABC MAKES UP ‘HISTORY’ TO DESTROY AUSTRALIA – that: “The ABC tells an inflammatory falsehood in its war on Australia. How did this get published as “fact”?: After […]
Winning the toss – and batting first – is crucial At 8/122 on day one Tim Paine probably thought batting first was a bad idea. He probably wasn’t feeling much better about it when England got 374 – a lead of 90 – but, as the old saying goes, ‘runs on the board’ and batting […]
I generally refrain from initiating election comment, though I often feel duty bound to respond to extreme or what I consider irrational or illogical positions. I’m not a believer in the idea that simply holding an opinion – even if it be a truly an honestly held view – makes one immune from having that […]
Today I was researching some family history and I made a bizarre discovery. My family is related to Alan Turing the famous computer genius, widely regarded as one of the ‘fathers’ of artificial intelligence and most famous for cracking the Enigma Code. Can you see the family resemblance? Sporting prowess clearly runs in the family. We […]
I’m a big fan of W. Somerset Maugham so couldn’t resist this little gem found in a charity shop and I’m happy to say that ‘Willie’ didn’t let me down right from the start. I also couldn’t resist sharing this little extract from the opening chapter of ‘The Summing Up’. I guess in modern terminology we’d […]
There seems to be an increase in the number of supermarket trolleys abandoned in the streets around Brunswick and North Carlton. This one, in an open field at the southern end of Princes Park, was so far out of it’s usual context I couldn’t resist taking a photo. It seemed so lonely… such a […]