Author Archives: Runcible

Isn’t it funny how words can be hijacked? They can become coded language that appears to mean one thing to the general population and in fact becomes a dog whistle signifying something entirely different? I soon learned to be wary … Continue reading →

Browsing the miserable book section of the Vinnies opposite my shop is usually a recipe for disappointment. But on one day last year I saw a staff member unpacking a large box of  yellowing old Penguins and marking each one with a … Continue reading →

1. There is something good in everyone. 2. Books keep me sane. 3. War would end if men refused to fight. 4. I need plenty of thinking time. 5. Jam does not taste good on sourdough bread. 6. Many of … Continue reading →

It constantly amazes me that people don’t seem to notice the ugliness around us. Australia is a magnificent continent full of grandeur, but the built environment is largely a chaotic, depressing mess. Of course we have the Opera House and the … Continue reading →

I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love cats. As a child we had big ginger Titsy, who was a boy, and his small delicate mother, a tortoiseshell. Tortoiseshell coat pattern is a sex-linked gene and requires two X chromosomes to … Continue reading →

The Humming Chorus Though two sleeps have passed since I blissed out on Madama Butterfly, sitting outdoors on the edge of the harbour, with the city, bridge and Opera House in the background, I am not yet fully down to … Continue reading →

noun: dyspraxia a developmental disorder of the brain causing difficulty in activities requiring coordination. It has no cure. Dyspraxia, a funny little word, but one I have recently learned and come to love. After spending six decades trying to hide the … Continue reading →

Well what is this blog to be about? At the moment I have no firm idea. But I know what it is not. It is not a foodie blog, not a decorating blog, nor a political one. It is not … Continue reading →