Para Wirra – My Childhood Stomping Ground

Years ago, back when as they say I was ‘knee high to a grasshopper’ (and I wonder where they actually came up with that saying because grasshoppers are pretty small), I used to be in the Scouts, and before that I was a cub (which is pretty much the same thing but cubs tend to go to primary school while scouts go to high school, or at least they go to junior high). I would suggest that living in Adelaide meant that there was lots of bush where we could go out and wander, but I suspect that that happens to be the case anywhere and everywhere (unless you happen to be in the middle of Los Angeles or some such place, but since I have never been to Los Angeles I can’t really comment). … More Para Wirra – My Childhood Stomping Ground

The Dullness of Dusseldorf

I have to admit that Dusseldorf actually wasn’t all that great. In fact it was pretty annoying. Half the reason that I came here was because it happened to be the butt of a lot of jokes from Hogans Heroes, probably because the name sounded rather amusing. Another thing was that Dusseldorf seemed to sit right in the middle of a cluster of towns and cities and a part of me wanted to explore parts of what appeared to be a mega-city. … More The Dullness of Dusseldorf

Orchard Road Pressie – A Cosy Church

The last time I was in Singapore I went to Adam Road Presbyterian Church on the recommendation of a number of Singaporeans. However another friend of mine, before I left, suggested that I come here, however due to time restraints (and the fact that the Botanic Gardens are huge) I was really only able to go to church in the morning (though going to Church twice on a Sunday tends to take a lot of dedication from the person involved, particularly since most people these days will go to one service, and maybe a Bible study during the week, and consider their religious obligations fulfilled). … More Orchard Road Pressie – A Cosy Church

Warrnambool – The Whaling City

It certainly took me a decent amount of time to get around to writing (and even posting) this piece, especially since it was Easter 2015 when I was last in Warrrnambool (at least at the time of writing, which is actually May 2016, over a year after I was there). Mind you, it isn’t that I hadn’t written anything of Warrnambool since that time, since I did write about the Maritime Village, the Cheese Factory , the volcano, the church, and of course the Great Ocean Road. … More Warrnambool – The Whaling City

A Sunday of Music – Brunswick Festival

I said to a friend of mine, when we were sitting in the Spotted Mallard listing to a jazz band, that this was the day when all of the weird and wonderful people of Brunswick swarm out onto the streets. Well, I have to be honest that you will probably find this on most days in Brunswick (considering that Brunswick is one of those hip and happening parts of Melbourne), and also it is not necessarily that Brunswick has a monopoly on weird and wonderful people (even if one of those people does happen to have a plastic bow tie in their beard). … More A Sunday of Music – Brunswick Festival

The European Galleries – The Art Gallery of New South Wales

In my piece on the Australian galleries I had a look at the different types of paintings, however I have never seen much in the way of historical development when it comes to Australia. While Australia does have it’s unique identity (and it’s truly bizarre historical events, such as the Great Emu War), in many … More The European Galleries – The Art Gallery of New South Wales

Leichardt – Sydney’s leafy inner west

Once I had finished my brief visit to Glebe (though I am sure there is more of this place that I could visit) I jumped back onto the tram to continue my exploration of Sydney’s inner west. It was partly fortunate that the tram I had jumped on was terminating at Lilyfield, which was my next destination. So, the tram trundled into the tunnel (which was an old railway tunnel for the freight line that terminated at Glebe harbour) and out the otherside. … More Leichardt – Sydney’s leafy inner west

Warrnambool Presbyterian – They don’t build churches like this anymore

Yes, I know, the church is the people and not the building, but I wouldn’t turn down worshipping with a great group of people in a beautiful building – that was the case with one of the churches which I used to regularly attend. These days the two churches that I frequent are in the dinning room of a bible collage and in a building that I suspect was built in the sixties – both are very utilitarian in character. However there was a time when people would build beautiful churches with stained glass windows that would sit as a testament to the faith of the community, and unfortunately those days are now long gone. … More Warrnambool Presbyterian – They don’t build churches like this anymore

White Night – The artists of Melbourne hit the streets

Well, if there is one thing that I can say about White Night and that is it is better that New Years Eve. I’ve had a couple of New Years Eve’s in Melbourne and I must say that pretty much everything is shut so what you get is a bunch of people meandering around the streets of Melbourne looking for things to do while counting down until the inevitable 12:00 midnight when everybody screams out in unison ‘happy new year!’ and then begin signing, mostly off-key, Old Man Time. Yeah, sure they have fireworks, and every year they attempt to out do the previous years, but in the end you wake up with a hangover, or end up sleeping most of the day, and then trundle off back to work to do it all over again. … More White Night – The artists of Melbourne hit the streets